The Fella: A Halloween TaleOne All-Hallow's-Eve so dreary, I did homework, bored and weary,The Fella: A Halloween Tale in Spooky Stories More Like This
Over many a heavy volume of biology and lore
While I studied, still and sleepy, I felt a presence, close and creepy
As if someone had come to greet me, greet me sitting at my chore
"'Tis just a dream," I muttered, "So sleepy and about to snore
Only this and nothing more."
But a devil-beast appearing in my work soon interfering,
Straight it wheeled my desk chair in front of laptop and Explorer
Then upon the cushion sinking, Fe'la betook himself to linking
Webpage unto webpage, winking as he led me to procrastination's door
Will this fiend so costumed leave me study anymore?
Quoth the Fella, "Nevermore."
That Demon Fella, never jaunting, still is haunting, still is haunting,
On the closed lid of the laptop that is sitting on my floor;
And his eyes they are compelling me to never sleep, impelling
And my desk-light o'er him felling, as I browse through dA's store
And my soul from out that website tha
RejectionNumber 60 out of 100 themes of Genesis Rhapsodos ~ <3; Completely free of yaoi ~Rejection in Fan Fiction More Like This
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His eyes glazed over.
He couldnt believe this was happening.
Clutching the pillow right up to his chest and sticking his chin down into the fabric, Genesis Rhapsodos stared on in suspense and disbelief at the television screen. His bottom lip trembled as he watched with tears edging their way into the corners of his eyes, his knees digging deep into the bottom of the pillow and squishing it between his chin.
The main character, the guy!
He was totally rejecting her, breaking her heart!
This could not be happening
Genesis let out a small sniff as the main female looked upon the boy she loved with tears overtaking her body, shaking her shoulders with terrible sobs. The boy turned away from her, breaking his hard gaze with his apparent ex-girlfriend and folding his arms with little resentment.
Give upNumber 93 out of 100 themes of Genesis Rhapsodos ~ <3; Completely free of yaoi ~Give up in Fan Fiction More Like This
A/N: Basically, this is a novelisation of the scene that takes place after Genesis is defeated in Modeoheim. Its more than just third person descriptions though - it shows all the thoughts and confusion that is running through the mind of Genesis Rhapsodos as he struggles to keep going. I especially owe a HUGE THANKS to NoBuddy (NoBuddy-Else on deviantART) on FanFiction, who wrote SCARS (can be found on FanFiction) and GENESIS RHAPSODOS - THE RANT (found on deviantART). Those works gave me massive inspiration and gave me so much more to the reasons, motives and characterisation behind Genesis
Now go and enjoy! (or feel depressed from the angst )
Disclaimer: Anything related to Genesis Rhapsodos, Zack Fair or Final Fantasy VII belongs to Square Enix :3
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He felt a primary fe
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You can't know - you just wouldn't understand.
Oh, you would, you tell me, pleadingly.
Don't be so naïve, you know it's not that simple.
It's never been. You can't feel it.
All the time, never ceasing, never ending.
Stop telling me you'll understand.
It's pitiful to be so persistent - take my word for once.
You can't know.
Should I tell you? Tell you how it cuts me in two?
Tell you how it breaks me?
How it tears my soul, turns me numb?
The hate it sparks turns to bitterness - I am gone.
My identity is torn apart by my isolation - can you know?
Can you tell me you understand now?
Let me see, you beg.
It really took you so long to notice?
You really are ignorant.
So blissfully unaware.
How I wish I was the same.
Here you see my burden, black as night.
What's that? Why are they torn?
That's because I tried to rip them out.
Blood, you ask?
That's what you get for trying self-amputation.
PainNumber 88 out of 100 themes of Genesis Rhapsodos ~ <3; Completely free of yaoi ~Pain in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Genesis Rhapsodos and all other things related to Final Fantasy VII belong to Square Enix.
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Footsteps echoed down the deserted hallway, resounding within the metallic walls for seconds on end. A lonesome figure stumbled onward through the corridor, his head bowed as he made his way forward. His face was unreadable, a mix of emotions that troubled him right to the core. His right hand was gently rubbing his left shoulder, trying to sooth the blazing flames of pain which anguished him so. His footsteps became heavier as he reached the end of the hallway, his free hand gently keying in his ID code for the elevator to arrive. The screen on the keypad flashed a message of recognition, reading Accepted user: Genesis Rhapsodos, followed by a quiet beep.
Genesis Rhapsodos took shallow bre
PuzzleNumber 98 out of 100 themes of Genesis Rhapsodos ~ <3; Completely free of yaoi ~Puzzle in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: Anything related to Genesis Rhapsodos, Zack Fair, Final Fantasy VII or Tetris doesnt belong to me.
Tap, tap, tap.
His fingers lazily danced on the keyboard as he focused on the screen, completely absorbed in the mindless activity he was undertaking.
Genesis Rhapsodos looked on in boredom.
He was playing a game.
Yes, even while at work.
He was playing Tetris.
A smirked tugged at his mouth as he fit one block in after the other, seeing the geometric shapes interlock in perfection.
The little Tetris screen flashed, and two completed lines disappeared beneath the ones above and sent them down with a thump as more shapes proceeded to float down from the screens top.
It was a simple task, really.
He should have been writing reports.
Lazard can wait.
Besides, the music wa
Under the RainNumber 30 out of 100 themes of Genesis Rhapsodos ~ <3; Completely free of yaoi ~Under the Rain in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: nothing relating to FFVII within this fan fiction belongs to me. It belongs to Square Enix! O:
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Im so alone.
No one would have seen that figure, curled up in the corner of the alleyway beside the theatre. With his knees drawn up close to his body, Genesis had his head lowered, the rain drenching him to his core. Water droplets came down in heavy sheets as he shivered, drawing his wing close to his side to provide some warmth to his frozen body. His hair clung to his head, soaked from the relentless rain which poured onto the empty streets of Midgar. Im a failure
The redheaded SOLDIERs body trembled, small quivering movements shaking his weakened body. Not that anybody could see the tears streaming down his pain stricken face. The deserted stre
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When teh wars of teh beastz brinz abut teh worldz nd
The godes decnds from teh skiez
Wingz of lite n dark spred afarz
She guidez us 2 blis, her gifts evalastin
Infinit in misteryz is teh gifts of the godes
We be seek it thus, nd take 2 the skiez
Wiples form on teh waterz surfac
The wandrn sole noes no restz
Dere ish noe hatez, only joyz
For you r belovd by teh godes
Hero of the dawnz, heelerz of wrldz
Dreemz of teh morowz can has teh shatrd sole
Pridez ish lost
Wings stripd awayz, teh nd is nighz
Mah fwend, does you flies awayz nao?
2 a wrld dat abhrs you nd I?
All dat aweights you ish a sombr morow
Noes mattr were teh windz may blowz
Mah fwend, ur desir
Ish teh bringr of lifez, teh giftz of teh godes
Evn if teh morow ish baren of promisez
Nothin shll forstal mah retrnz
Mah fwend, teh fatez r crul
Dere r no dreemz, no honur remanez
Teh arow have left teh bowz of teh g
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and you told me that youre afraid of falling
apart and losing your teeth; i promise you
well keep this heart beating if i have to use
all the bandaids and bits of tape in the world
the taste of your breath shows that youre hesitant
to knock down your walls because someone has
breached them before and left footprints that you
cant wash away; lets burn them away with carnal fires
but your palms are cautioned and petrified of
growing old if they are lonely; rome wasnt
built in a day but i am sure someone will lend
you their fingertips to help restore its glory
you have traveled dusty sidewalks and sprawling
campuses that are never out of reach of breadcrumbs;
your voice claims you want to lose yourself on the
map but between the lines you want to find home
souls say and wishes command and your heart
insists that you take a leap of faith; you ask me
what happens in case you fall flat and i tell you
ill always fly to you with my b
punctualAt night she rested her forehead between his collarbones and refused to put her ear to his chest cavity. She said she was afraid to hear his heartbeat.punctual in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I am broken inside and I do not want to envy other clockwork organs. Dont let me hear the tick-tock of all that I am missing.
He wrapped his arms around her and whispered into her hair that he would fix her; his skin was punctured with metal and his bones had snapped before, but if he could be whole then so could she. She shook her head and tried to dream. She fell asleep to the words,
Ill collect your pieces, sunshine, and put them back together.
When she fell asleep he pulled back the moonlit sheets and covered her in butterfly-kiss gazes. Her hipbones and ribs were all angles and geometric structures protruding from a flat plane. He tried to will them to life with nervous grazes and stuttering words, but they refused to arch to meet his touch; they did not thrum with racing heartbeats. He pulled hi
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i buried a boy late last summer and
let the cicadas sing his worries to sleep before i
covered his bones with the maple's fall leaves;
he was silent and pale beneath their amber colors
winter crept over us like a shadow and
every night i shivered with my secrets for warmth;
i kept my windows closed but his howling
on the wind begged for my touch
i thawed my heart on a clothesline in may
let a new body into my bed; i kissed its spine
until i understood the language of its thighs and sighs
and forgot the spice of his breath on my tongue
there is a starling outside my bedroom who built
a nest in my gutter and hatched chicks like treasures;
their coos echo in the morning and when i was half-asleep
i swore their feathers shone like his hair in the rising sun
summer roared with the thunderstorms until
lightning struck the stars from the skies; her words
fell hushed when i pushed the earth from his limbs
and breathed life back into his shoreline eyes
spaghetti and earthquakeshe lives alone at the tender age of 27, although there is nothing tender about his apartment carpeted with cigarette ash and the hook-ahs/ers that have surrendered their cancerous breath within its walls. it was long ago when he discovered that one does not live in new york city, one survives through new york city, and that suits him just fine.spaghetti and earthquakes in General Fiction More Like This
he makes his living selling paintings, but others argue that it will be the death of him. no one buys his paintings. too depressing, they say, as they pass by his little ocean of canvases on the corner of 58th and broadway. he has decorated the streets of manhattan with paper windows to a world of dead pigeons, bloodied handkerchiefs, and children crying, constantly crying, crying for their mother who will never come back. they ask him why he paints such things and he laughs. life, he replies. i paint life.
his apartment is a graveyard of memories, memories that he have forgotten and promptly buried many years ago. there, that red spot
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We met at the singles' line at the amusement park.
"Looks like you have no one to ride with either, huh?" he asks.
I nod and back away shyly. He takes a step closer.
"Look! It's our turn!" he says, and before I can argue I'm led to the very front row of the roller coaster and buckled-in tightly. The straps feel like shackles and suddenly it's hard to breathe. He notices my anxiety and smiles. I notice that the right corner of his lip is raised slightly higher than the left.
"Don't be scared," he reassures me as the trains makes its slow climb up the metal rails. He smiles asymmetrically again. "Take a chance."
I want to tell him I take way too many chances already but before my lips can move the train has reached the top of its arc and it's going down, down, down so fast, fast, fast. I'm not surprised when his fingers intertwine with mine and I grasp his hand just as tightly and we both SCREAM.
When we get off the roller-coaster our fingers are still firmly interlocked.
Drunken FoolA beautiful shyness, a flicker of lashes,Drunken Fool in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the goosebumps I get from your breath on my skin,
Lead me through rain and icicle cold
Until I am drunk with your mercy again.
I am holding a candle, now holding a torch
That no rainstorm can smother, can douse or destroy.
And your holy fire keeps it ablaze
Until I am drunk with your undying joy.
You whisper a secret and I turn my steps
To the place you've promised to meet me tonight;
No rain that pours or drenches me here
Will get me more drunk than you, holding tight.
My lips taste the blood from my own wounds
And the rain is slowing my progress, but still
I want nothing less than intoxication,
And nothing will get me more drunk than you will.
I'm drowning in your eyes, and I'm holding out
For the only ebriety my soul requires,
And the rain burns and dies in the heat of your flames
And I'm here, getting drunk, in your beautiful fires.
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I've come to a place
Where the shadows are lifted
And evil abased,
And my own inner torment
At last is erased.
By the side of the pool
At the end of the stream
By the old waterfall
I'm a dreaming a dream
And the terror's released
In a heart-wrenching scream.
After this, every sound,
Every tear, all the pain
That I harbor within
Is drowned in the rain
And the shadows have gone-
I won't see them again.
I take off the scales
And step into the pool
That's refreshing and deep
And surprisingly cool,
And I then realize
I am naught but a fool.
You give a great shake
Of your soft, golden mane,
And your deep-throated purr
Sounds a bit like my name,
And my lion, my lamb
Are now one and the same.
I enter the falls
And close my eyes tight,
The water pours down,
I'm deprived of all sight,
For all there is left
Is you, there's no blight,
No stain, and no scar,
No wound and no worry,
For they've all been replaced
By your peace and your glory,
And I've finally found
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