Wisdom XXXIIOnly in Creativity, there is Freedom. And Vice Versa.Wisdom XXXII in Philosophical More Like This
Wisdom XIXIf you are afraid of Chaos, Peace will not await you. Be afraid of Disorder, Order will be fleeting.Wisdom XIX in Philosophical More Like This
Wisdom XXIAll books and texts derive from Nature. Have you read from Nature as of yet? As you may already guessed, it is not your typical "reading". There is an Art to reading from Nature. Reading from the Source.Wisdom XXI in Philosophical More Like This
Wisdom XIVLove is not true/pure without Freedom. Setting someone free; Allowing and Caring for them to be the means unto themselves is forever seen as Pure Love.Wisdom XIV in Philosophical More Like This
Wisdom IXTo rise Earth up to Heaven..Wisdom IX in Philosophical More Like This
To lower Heaven down to earth..
One has to go through Hell.
Wisdom XI have no trust in "God" or deities. Instead, It is in freedom that I trust. In insecurity and vulnerability, I prosper and reborn deified.Wisdom X in Philosophical More Like This
Wisdom IA person who is afraid to go insane in this society is truly Insane.Wisdom I in Philosophical More Like This
Favorite Student Ch4"Heny....are you serious...." I mumbled into the phone.Favorite Student Ch4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yesss....Ssssorry,Deni. I can't go to sssschool when I talk like thissss....I guesss you have to faccce whoever did thisss to you alone...."
I flinched at her voice,it sounded like a snake. I sighed sadly."It's okay,Heny...."
"Oh and ssssweetheart,can you tell Midnight my feelingsss for her? I really need a date for Friday'sss dancce..."
"Thank ya,love." She hung up. Heny was really sweet,she was scary,but sweet. I sighed and walked into the school. Midnight was taking her books out her locker when she saw me. She waved."Hey Cotton Candy."
I smiled. "Hey...."
"Nope,but I gotta tell you something...." I opened my locker and began taking my books out. Midnight stared at me,waiting for me to continue. I sighed then spoke,"You ever noticed how Heny always stares at you?"
She shrugged. "A little...."
"Ever noticed how she always calls you deary?"
"She's Russian,she calls you sweetheart and love everyday
ConnectionMy friend and I are so different,Connection in Free Verse More Like This
but yet we are best friends.
I am good at using my brain,
while she's good with her hands.
She could draw almost anything,
while I could always write.
Sometimes she's the beautiful day,
while I'm the creepy night.
Her eyes are dark,
while mine are light blue.
And yet we have a connection,
that can't be broken through.
My skin is snowy pale,
while hers is light tan.
She could tell me anything,
by just touching my hand.
We share secrets with each other,
that only we do know.
She can pull me up high,
when I'm down so low.
This connection is perfect,
I wouldn't change it one bit.
I love how we never fight,
we never throw some hits.
Sometimes she want to be me,
and I want to be her.
She wants to be a boy,
I want to be a girl.
With this connection,
we are both genders.
People think we're insane,
but they're just haters.
With this connection,
I swear to never hate
I swear to say good bye,
as our connections breaks.
No longer with my DaughterHer smile is what I lived to see. Her eyes filled with love,love for me. I loved to watch her run freely in the yard. Even though she is not really mine,I love her as if she was. She looks like me,so the secret is hidden better. Her eyes are blue like mine,her hair midnight black. When she speaks,she speaks quickly like I.No longer with my Daughter in Free Verse More Like This
"Daddy! Look!" she yells as she attempts a flip. She falls onto her arm,scratching it. Tears fill her blue eyes and she runs to me. "Papa! Papa!"
I pick her up and place her on my lap,stroking her black hair. She still cries,but now she has a small smile. I lift her arm to my lips and kiss the small cut. She hugs me then goes back to running freely. I just smile to myself with tears in my eyes. It's a shame that she really can't be mine. It's sad that I didn't want a wife,because I am not attracted to females. And it's a shame that my husband left me for another.
"Papa...what happend to Derek? I haven't seen him for a while..."
'Oh that's right...she doesn
Stalking LoveThis is a story about two people who taught me, Ashi Kinlem, the true meaning of love.Stalking Love in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I didn't know these two males. I cannot say men because one was a teen... But I didn't know either of them. They had just moved next door. The teen had the darkest hair I've ever seen. It was so black....pure black. When the sun hit his hair I expected to see brown but no; it was still black!
It was long and straight. It swayed around his thin shoulders. He lifted a small box into his pale arms. His eyes were hidden by sunglasses. His friend, the older male, was lifting two large boxes into the house. The teen walked into the house then hurried back out. It was obvious he was excited.
The older male pat the teen's head. He didn't look that old....maybe he was 18...? But the teen was obviously 14. They finished unpacking and then they started to work on the outside of the house. I shyly walked over. I went up to the teen, he looked less different. He had less piercings then the older man. And his fram
My Soul to TakeMy Soul to Take in Free Verse More Like This
My soul to take.
It is yours.
I've unlocked my windows,
and opened up my door.
My soul to take,
take it now,
my life would be easier,
if it wasn't bringing me down.
Take my soul,
I beg you please,
I'll get on my hands,
and on my knees.
"I summon thy reaper,
I summon thy pain,
take my soul away,
and leave me with shame."
My soul to take.
I shall repeat,
take it now,
leave me weak.
"Thy reaper,Thy reaper,
I open my heart to you.
Take away my soul,
and I shall only worship you."
Blood dripping down the walls,
windows slamming down,
my notebooks are being thrown,
my knives are going all around.
Thank you thy reaper,
Now I can't brake.
I'm glad I whispered,
"My soul to take."
Dance with a GhostI put soft music on,Dance with a Ghost in Free Verse More Like This
just so I could dance.
But I didn't know,
that a ghost would take my hand.
He pulled me up from my bed,
kissed me softly on my lips.
He nuzzled my neck,
as he placed his hands on my hips.
My arms wrapped around his neck,
as we swayed side to side.
It's a shame he's a ghost,
that he's not alive.
The music seemed to embrace us,
making my heart skip a beat.
I hope he didn't notice,
that I wasn't good on my feet.
"Just let me guide you."
he softly said in my ear.
But as the sun arose,
my eyes shed some tears.
I hurried to shut the curtains,
then went right back to him.
I know he isn't living,
and that this is a sin.
But I can feel his skin,
it's so smooth and warm.
He's like a warm blanket,
during a winter storm.
Finally,I can see him.
His eyes are golden brown,
I smile as we still dance.
Moving all around.
His long black hair,
seems like a dark web.
But I love it's smell,
it's smell of death.
Our lips meet again,
his so soft and cold.
Our hands interlock,
in a un-brea
NightmareNightmare,my nightmare,Nightmare in Free Verse More Like This
with eyes so bloody red.
wanting me dead.
In my dreams you kill me,
you slice me until I scream.
Then you use my crimson blood,
like a topping cream.
why do you haunt me so?
The pleasure of peaceful sleep,
Sadly,I'll never know.
I close my eyes once,
and there you are again.
Bringing me in with lust,
pushing me out like a friend.
When your lips touch mine,
I kept help but blush.
And when you stitch up my lips,
I have no choice but to shush.
When you look at me,
I feel like I'm dead.
When you look away,
I feel like I'm in a web.
How I love you so.
You may be terrible,
but I just can't let you go.
Hold me in your arms.
Tell me that you love me,
while you bring me so much harm.
Father and SonWe are so alike.Father and Son in Free Verse More Like This
We both are suicidal.
We both are scared,
but we don't want to let go.
Like father,like son.
That's how the saying goes!
How are they alike?
Only father and son will know.
Dad,pass that razor.
Son,pass that knife.
Together we will die,
taking away our lives.
Hey dad,will this hurt?
Not if you shoot it right!
Are we gonna do it now?
No wait until it's night!
Father and son,
that's what we are.
Together we die.
Together we go far.
Father and son,
together we lied.
Together we held hands,
and commited suicide.
Letting GoThe noises all around me,Letting Go in Free Verse More Like This
are slowly turning dull,
The screams are fading,
As I leave this world.
My eyes open and close,
Without my control,
They say I'm almost safe,
But I let go of my hold.
The sirens of the ambulance,
are starting to leave my ears,
the touch of my mother's hands,
are coming through my dry tears.
I can feel my body getting lifted,
but I just can't speak,
I can't say I'm sorry...
I'm just too weak....
My mother takes my hand,
her skin was ice cold,
when I felt her sadness,
I got back my life hold.
The noises all around me,
are coming back to me,
But the darkness takes over,
And I'm dead finally.
I tried so hard to stay alive,
But my attempt was just to weak,
I'm so sorry mother,
I wish you actually loved me.
Happy Birthday,love"Blaaaaake!" I whispered as I woke from my peaceful rest. Your mouth twitched as you let out a small 'whaaa.' I wiggled out from your arms and sat up. I crawled ontop of you and kissed your lips. "It's your biiiirthdaaaay~" I mewed. You couldn't help but smile. You opened your eyes and wrapped your arms around my waist. Your dark eyes sparkled as our lips touched again. A knock on the door instantly made me crawl off you. My mother walked in and glared at us both. I guess it was because we were still really close.Happy Birthday,love in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She walked out right as your father walked in. He smiled brightly at us; he tossed a small cube box at us. I caught it though. It was wrapped in shiny silver paper, it was light but something moved within when it was shook. I handed it to you and you slowly opened it. Two small boxes sat in the box. You took them out and opened each one. Necklaces with hearts,stars,skulls,and crosses layed in each box. You looked up at your father while I squealed. He winked and walked out. I
The MermanHe was beautiful. I probably shouldn’t be calling it “him”, considering what I was dealing with, but he truly was. His smooth, angular face lay on his arms that in turn lay on the side of the boat, his sea coloured eyes looking at me with apparent curiosity and innocence. I had to blink more than just a few times to be sure that what I was witnessing was real. He truly is breathtaking.The Merman in General Fiction More Like This
His eyes reflected the yellow light of the lamps the others in the boat had brought along, and his skin did the same. It was pale, but not a sickly shade. It was beautiful and stood in remarkable contrast to his black hair, which was long and with pearls of water traveling down it in small waterfalls. A single loose lock fell in his face right by his left eye and I suddenly became aware of how these features complimented each other. Gods, is he stunning to behold.
But I should have been scared. He wasn’t supposed to even exist, him and others like him. The mermaids I
Human Lie 1 - LokixReader“(Y/n)? (Y/n), damn it! Snap out of it!”Human Lie 1 - LokixReader in General Fiction More Like This
I jolted upright so fast that my head began to spin. I brought up a hand to my forehead, trying to steady myself somehow.
“Damn, you wake violently,” Liv’s familiar voice said, concern mixed with humor as it always was in situations like these. Liv?!
I snapped my head over to look straight at her face, blue eyes back in the face they belonged in. Her eyebrows knit together and whatever humor was on her face before vanished.
“Liv!” I exclaimed and nearly tackled her to the floor as I hugged her tightly, eliciting a slight “ooph” sound from her. “Oh, thank goodness it’s you! I just had the weirdest dream.”
I could feel a slight tensing of Liv’s muscles and for just a second I wondered what was wrong.
“Care to tell me?” she asked in a calming tone and her arms came around my shoulders carefully.
“We were sitting in the living room,” I
The best night - Jack FrostxReaderI probably should have been scared or at least slightly unnerved: who in the middle of the night wouldn’t be? Especially if they were standing alone on a silent road. But as the snowflakes began falling gently I couldn’t help but smile softly as I reached up a hand and caught one of the precious ice crystals.The best night - Jack FrostxReader in General Fiction More Like This
I had been feeling very distressed lately, what with all the things that had happened during the last few months and slowly a feeling of constant paranoia (perhaps a bit exaggerated) had crawled up on me. Every now and then, when I was out walking, a second shadow seemed to appear, even in broad daylight with no other source of light than the sun.
At first I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, probably because of all the stress, but as it kept showing up I got more and more nervous. My walks became shorter and less frequent than before, to the point where I barely left the house unless I had to. And it was then the paranoia began to set in. Suddenly I saw
Hit on - RotG Various-x-Reader-Time-Space Place-Hit on - RotG Various-x-Reader in General Fiction More Like This
“Let me see your teeth!”
And before I could even react, Tooth was in my face, with her delicate fingers in my mouth, as she always had when she examined teeth.
“What for?” I meant to ask, but it just came out as unintelligible sounds.
“There they are,” Tooth said and she relaxed considerably.
“What?” I asked and widened my eyes slightly at her calmed tone, stature and features.
“All of them,” she nearly whispered and gently brushed her finger across every single of my teeth. “All of your sweet teeth.”
“Hng?” I ask and quirked an eyebrow. She’d sounded so different when she said that last bit: tender, but not in her usual motherly way.
“I wonder if they themselves are sweet,” Tooth continued and giggled like a schoolgirl. Wait, what?!
“Uh, okay,” I muttered and slowly moved away. “I’ve gotta go, actually. My friends are waiting fo
First sighting - JourneyTheir eyes were blue and the cloak they wore was the colour of sand at dusk and without patterns. We stared at each other, they and I, but the blue-eyed did not make a sound. I saw no symbol, heard no chime come from the one across from me, so I decided that I would initiate contact.First sighting - Journey in General Fiction More Like This
I saw my symbol and heard my chime.
Still there was no response from the one I beheld. Their blue eyes merely blinked once, twice and then all was still about them again. It was almost unsettling and I chirped at them a few more times, intending to determine whether this individual was a friend or foe.
They were a peculiar one, indeed. Still, they refused to answer any of my chimes regardless of what pitch or speed I communicated in. I chirped on for a little while longer, feeling nearly desperate for the other to answer. I let out a singular loud call but once more the sand-cloaked merely blinked their blue eyes a few times; it was almost as if they did not understand that I was trying to get into contact
Untitled“Now, to your left.” He speaks calmly, such a contrast to how I feel. “Can you hear it?”Untitled in Scraps More Like This
“Yeah,” I breath out into the mike that hangs by my cheek. I don’t dare say it in more than a breath, afraid I might lose the sound, my only clue as to what is going on around me and where the fuck I might even be.
“I want you to avoid that sound at all costs,” he continues, almost calmingly now. Odd; thus far he’s been rather factual about the entire thing. Not necessarily supportive, just informational. Though, even just knowing I’m in contact with another sentient being is reassuring enough in itself. “Nothing good’ll come of you getting near that thing.”
“Right,” I huff out quietly, making as little sound as I find humanly possible. Even I can barely hear my own steps as I tentatively place one foot in front, heading in a right-ly direction.
“Good; you’re doing great.” Again, a chan
Heartbeat- Apollo x ReaderHeartbeat- Apollo x Reader in Romance More Like This
You put a pencil on top of your upper lip and stared at the pointy haired, red suited man sitting in front of you. “Polly, if you don’t get up I’ll start drawing stuff on your forehead…” you said in a flat voice.
You were here, at the Wright Anything Agency, to be tutored. Your friend Trucy said there was a person who can do anything here, and there he was, currently “sleeping” on the job.
“…But I’m a lawyer….not a tutor,” you heard him mumble.
“But then why would you work at a place called the Wright Everything Agency?” you said plaintively.
He then suddenly sat up, eyes blazing with passion. “That is because… my mentor, Phoenix Wright, works here!”
You clapped. “Woah, what passion… now use that energy to help me ‘Pollo!” you said,
lightly “punching” his arm.
He gave you a warn look and then sighed. “Alright, what is it?
Sweet Memory- Younger!Blackquill x ReaderSunlight peeked through the trees as you walked outside on a cold, wintry morning. It was so cold that your breath fogged up as you turned to lock your door. You then pulled your scarf closer to your neck as you walked down the steps and into the city.Sweet Memory- Younger!Blackquill x Reader in Romance More Like This
“Happy Birthday to me,” you said quietly as you smiled to yourself. You were glad you had the day off for school, and you decided to go to your favorite café. Just as a little treat for yourself in the morning. Then you had to work your butt off to study for the big exam that was coming up in a few days. It sucked that you had to do it on your birthday, but well, what could you do?
As you got closer to the café you saw a strange sight. A small… no a big bird flew above you, making great flapping sounds as it flew to…
“Simon?” you said, surprised.
A young man smiled and waved at you. He had that black suit he usually wore, and his bangs nearly covered his eyes. He was your senior; in fac
Learning to Trust Again- Blackquill x Reader [2/2]Learning to Trust Again- Blackquill x Reader [2/2] in Romance More Like This
“So… Mr.Blackquill,” you said, feeling slightly uncomfortable. “Why do we have to meditate again?”
“…Meditation is good for concentration,” he said quietly.
“…but why in the middle of a crime scene?!” you opened your eyes and looked at him angrily. You were feeling so embarrassed! This bakka (oh no! his Japanese like tendencies were starting to rub off on you!) scared everyone out of the room and had you sit next to him so you could meditate with him.
To your surprise, he took his hand and covered your mouth with it. “Silence!”
You sighed and resisted the urge to do something childish. It had only been about a month but you two were a famous duo. They called you the princess and the knight… which you thought was absolutely ridiculous. Your legs started to get numb so you were about to stand up when he suddenly did.
“What is it, Mr. Blackquill?” you got up as well, brushing off the back o
The General's Daughter- Kanda x Reader (2/2)The General's Daughter- Kanda x Reader (2/2) in General Fiction More Like This
You lay in bed, trying to sleep next to Lenalee, but there were too many things going through your head. You stared at the naginata in the corner of the room, gleaming as the moon gleamed down at it. You remembered that just last night, Allen had given it to you.
“This was your father’s innocence weapon. It was called Gin.* When we retrieved it… the innocence was taken, but we thought you’d like to have it…” he said, smiling sadly at you.
You took it. “I remember this… my father taught me how to use one similar to it… I never knew he was a General though…”
The others had looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
You got up and walked over to the place where they had set your new clothes. You picked up the robe and looked at the rose cross that was embroidered on the side.
“(y/n)?” you turned around to see Lenalee looking at you sleepily.
“Oh, sorry Lenalee… I just can’t s
Missing you- LovixReader- ( my V-day gift to you!)Missing you- LovixReader- ( my V-day gift to you!) in Romance More Like This
“…so what are you doing for Valentine’s Day?” you blushed as your roommate, Eliza gave you a significant look.
“Nothing…” you turned around and pretended that you were incredibly interested with your homework- even though you were just yawning from sheer boredom a few moments earlier. You jumped when Eliza suddenly pounced on you and began poking you mercilessly on your sides.
“S-s-stop!!” you gasped, trying your best to wriggle away from your merciless friend.
“Not until you ‘fess up!” she said stubbornly. “You finally got yourself a boyfriend and you say you aren’t doing anything for the biggest love- romance-day?? That’s bull!”
“Okay, okay! I’ll tell you!” you said desperately. Her pokes were beginning to hurt. Once she heard you, she let you go and then looked at you expectantly. You opened your mouth as you began to talk when suddenly…
*phone rings* Elizaveta
Happy Canada Day BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!Happy Canada Day in Short Stories More Like This
Canada groaned and rolled over, blindly smacking at his alarm clock. When the beeping continued, he grudgingly opened his blurry eyes so he could press the 'OFF' button. I thought I didn't set my alarm last night, he thought groggily. Confused that the beeping had not stopped, he glanced at the glowing red numbers to see that it was almost 3:30pm in the afternoon. Jolting upright in bed, he fumbled around for his glasses, dropping them on the floor before finally succeeding in putting them on along with a pair of sweatpants.
Still hearing the beeping, he got quickly out of bed and went over to the window. Blinking against the harsh sunlight as he tied the drapes apart, Canada looked out and saw a beautiful day. The sky was a bright blue with a speckling of fluffy white clouds and the trees were swaying gently to an invisible breeze as birds flew from one to t
Iridescent The Russian shook his head violently, desperately trying to shake the red from his vision. His ears bled and were ringing painfully from the bombshells and screaming around him. Something stung through his shoulder, causing him to cry out. His hand flew up to the wound, dropping his gun, and he felt something warm and sticky dripping through his fingers. In a blind, agonizing state, he stumbled forward a few steps before his legs gave out and he fell headlong into darkness.Iridescent in Short Stories More Like This
Awaking slowly from the blankness of his mind, Russia was met with the most devastating, horrific sound:
It struck him deep in his chest, burning in his ears, and he feared the worst as he hesitantly opened his violet eyes. His slightly blurred vision could only make out the tall grass in front of his face. The dirt his cheek rested on was stained with the dried blood tha
RusCan MemeMusic Meme: HetaliaRusCan Meme in Short Stories More Like This
Set your music player on shuffle.
Choose a paring/character/whatever to write about.
Write a ficlet for the first ten songs that come on you only have the amount of time of the song. No going over!
1. Dreaming With a Broken Heart by John Mayer
Canada sat alone on his bed, the lights completely off. He brought his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly, fighting a losing battle against the tears threatening to spill from his eyes. His heart felt like it was crumbling into a million pieces, his chest clenching painfully.
He's really gone, the blonde thought in defeat. He tried to choke back his tears and failed, collapsing into a heavy sob. He's never coming back.
2. Iridescent by Linkin Park
Russia stood on the edge of a massacre. Bodies were strewn all across the battlefield, dead from the rain of bullets that had been falling just mom
A Little Drop of Poison 7Chapter 7 The Uneasy TruceA Little Drop of Poison 7 in Profiles More Like This
For what seemed like the hundredth time that afternoon, Matthew could feel his thick rubber boot catch on the underside of an exposed tree root, forcing his ankle to twist roughly as he fell ungracefully to his knees.
Since the moment that Ivan and Matthew had starting trudging deeper into the forest, Matthew had done nothing but walk into trees, hit his head on low branches, and trip over loose rocks and barely concealed roots. He might have said something about it, maybe even have asked the King to slow down and wait but there had been an uncomfortable silence that had grown between the two. Neither seemed ready to break it, even though it was looking more and more like Matthew was going to break something else if he didn't speak up soon.
Matthew frowned deeply as he stood back up onto his feet and brushed off the grass and moss that now stuck to his pant legs. When he looked back up to follow the King's footsteps, he realized with a panic that
A Little Drop of Poison 8Chapter 8 The Inescapable PastA Little Drop of Poison 8 in Profiles More Like This
Fog surrounded him every which way and blocked his view from all possible directions. Matthew could tell that it was nighttime, could taste the salt in the air, but that was all he could gather from the bleak darkness. In the distance a keening sound wailed out, it was the sound of ships creaking due to the drop of humidity and the rocking motion of the gentle waves hitting against the dock.
He didn't dare get his hopes up, but yet at the same time it was almost impossible not to. The impossibly green grass beneath his boots, slick with condensation, squeaked as he walked further into the mist. Theoretically Matthew should not have known where he was heading; his steps were as blind as his vision. But no sooner had he began walking forward than the fog lifted before his very eyes and a brightly coloured house could be seen that at once warmed his heart and soul.
He was home.
There were no stars in the sky and the remaining path was only lit by the
A Little Drop of Poison 9Chapter 9 The Nature of MenA Little Drop of Poison 9 in Settings More Like This
Ivan led them through the thick undergrowth with a confidence that Matthew desperately clung onto in his partially blind state. On more than one occasion he'd been forced to grasp the King's gloved hand with both of his own in order to prevent a particularly nasty fall. But at no time had Ivan wavered in his determination and he had held fast whenever Matthew had needed it the most.
Despite the continued animosity being directed towards him by the sullen King and the awareness that he still might be a lamb being led to its slaughter, Matthew couldn't help but feel just a little bit grateful.
True to his word, the King had done his best to find him food and water during their short breaks in the last few days of non-stop hiking through the forest. Matthew had not slept for two nights now and was well beyond the point of feeling the wear on his 'delicate human' system as Ivan would have put it. The King didn't seem to require food or sleep, or if
Cursed -Prologue--Prologue-Cursed -Prologue- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All I remember was running; just running. My heart was pounding in my ears, my chest tightened so hard, I could barely breathe. I was struggling for air, but I knew I couldn't stop. I gripped her hand tighter, making her keep up with me.
'Don't look back, Aeva. No matter what you do, don't look back.'
I could hear their high pitched shrieks behind us, their claws scrapping against the wooden floors and on the walls. They were gaining on us. I reached the grand staircase, still clutching her arm in my hand. Despite there was barely any air in my lungs, I ran up the stairs. My legs were burning, my muscles tightened. Suddenly, she fell. She tripped on a step and was within arms reach of one of the creatures. I tried to pull her away, but the beasts hand latched onto her skirt, ripping through and into her flesh. She screamed, crying, begging for me to help her. These creatures were stronger then I, quicker too. The only thing I could think to do was kick
Cursed: Chapter 1Chapter 1: AwakeningCursed: Chapter 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gabriel slowly opened his eyes. His vision was blurry at first but it soon cleared. He was in a dimly lit room lying on a cold stone slab of some kind. Heavy satin curtains draped the ceiling to floor windows. He tried to sit up but instantly slumped back down.
"Whoa there, son, don't try to move just yet" came a voice from the shadows.
Gabriel panicked. He shot up from the stone table he was laying on and jumped to the floor. His legs shook, then gave out from underneath him; his body was shaking, and not entirely because of fear. He steadied himself on the side of the table he was laying on and looked around the room.
"Hey it's alright, just calm down" came the same voice.
Just then Gabriel saw a figure emerge from the darkness. He was cleaning his hands of what looked like blood with a white cloth.
"Don't over exert yourself, your body is still healing" he said.
The man who spoke was an older looking man, around his late thirties, early forties. He wore a blue h
The Last Night -Short Story-The Last Night -Short Story- in Short Stories More Like This
October 2, 2007
-The Last Night-
Caden walked slowly through the empty park. He walked as if he was dragging himself, body hunched over, his cheeks stained with tears. He was covered in black from head to toe, as he always was. He heard his name being called in the distance; he lifted his head. His hazel eyes appeared empty, dark circles surrounded them; proof he hadn't been sleeping. He saw a figure step from the darkness, into the light of a nearby street light; a slight heaviness was lifted from his heart. Caden staggered towards him, almost falling into his arms.
"My god, Caden"
Caden looked up, his eyes met a kind set of blue eyes. They belonged to Darin, Caden's only friend in the world.
"What the hell did you do to yourself?!" Darin demanded, holdin
Seisui Naito: Pt. 2Seisui Naito: Pt. 2 in Profiles More Like This
Zanpakutō Name: Yūrei (Ghost)
Zanpakutō Appearance: Yūrei, the fearsome blade of the Kenpachi, has sown the seeds of a dark reputation. The rumors from its whispered name always speak of its raw power: the destructive past, present, and future that it seems to embody. Outside of Chūsei, the legendary Zanpakutō of Harotaissen Tsuribakki, this particular weapon is considered to be the most spectacular blade in the Gotei 13. And such compliments are not given lightly; dozens of scholars have studied the spiritual power, abilities, and history of the weapon, writing veritable encyclopedias on its every intricacy and nuance. The fact that its powers have allowed 'the Ghost' to live over two centuries past the average for a man in his condition is astounding, and many believe that it holds the secret to elongated life. Whether or not this is actually true has
Seisui Naito: Pt. 3Seisui Naito: Pt. 3 in Profiles More Like This
Bankai Name: Yūrei, Zōki Niwa no Yasashii (Ghost, the Tender of the Organ Garden)
Bankai Appearance: Infamous as the Bankai responsible for the death of the previous Kenpachi, Yūrei, Zōki Niwa no Yasashii is limited by Central 46 in a series of laws and sanctions meant to protect the structural integrity of both the Human world and Soul Society. Without such restrictions--they do not apply so long as the Kenpachi is in Hueco Mundo--Naito is incredibly quick to unleash the full force of his Zanpakutō, regardless of the strength or number of his enemies. His unbelievable supply of Reiryoku makes this normally straining state-of-being into a sort of second nature. Only in extreme cases can this lock on his powers be lifted. By activating a signal in his ventilator, which sends data about the situation back to Central 46, an emergency vote can be held to determine whether such actions are necessary. Whichever way they decide, only they can send a sign
Seisui Naito: Pt. 1Seisui Naito: Pt. 1 in Profiles More Like This
Name: Seisui Naito
Nickname(s): Kenpachi; the Ghost; the Silent Night; the White Tear
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Alliance: 11th Division Captain
Appearance: Seisui Naito, the child of a Rukongai couple struggling for mouthfuls of water in the slums, was cursed from the moment of conception to lead an existence balanced on the tragic precipice of life and death. A premature birth by nearly seven weeks brought him into Soul Society both significantly underdeveloped and so pale that he appeared to be stillborn. The midwife who delivered him famously called him the "ghost-child". His quiet but enduring wails and chilling, milk-white tears--symbols of his painful future--fell upon the deaf ears and ashamed eyes of his parents; the sadness sunk into his unwashed cheeks as the struggle of poverty continued on. Still, he lived, much to the surprise of the fearful and shallow couple. The unwanted