The Undying ShoreIt was too beautiful to be a nightmare,The Undying Shore in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It was too woeful to be a dream.
It was too vivid to be ignored...
I had awoken, asleep, in a world unseen.
The skies were dark but the view was clear.
I was standing in a long, narrow hall.
The walls were interrupted by wooden doors.
And a door to my side opened to my call.
It was a room, four walls and no window.
I should have known not to go on through.
And damned is my pure curiosity,
The door slammed shut and my fear grew.
I fell forever and landed hard,
the room had become an expansive shore.
I looked around in awe and fright,
then behind me appeared another door.
Through this door came a familiar face,
One I had always loved and known.
He asked me why I was here so soon,
I didn't understand and so I was shown.
He pointed out, far past the horizon,
And I saw the world from that distant shore.
I saw myself laying cold on my bed.
I understood what happened and needed to see more...
I saw more than I had ever needed to see.
The view was woeful
Lifestyles of the Broke and Nameless.They look down at you from their pillars.Lifestyles of the Broke and Nameless. in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stone canopies full of the colorful and gilded.
“You can’t come up here, you’re not the right kind.”
“Stay on the ground, no sun for the wilted.”
They stand on you. They live so high.
On the broken backs of the working class.
Hold them up, work til you break for a shot.
To climb up too and sit on your ass.
We hold these truths to be self-evident,
But denied to those south of the canopy.
That all men are created equal,
And have the right to be happy.
Something is terribly wrong here.
Where the spoils go to the spoiled.
A lifetime spent on the ground,
A lifetime spent on the work toiled.
Never enough to get to school,
Never enough to afford to retire.
Barely enough to window shop.
Barely enough to even aspire.
From the pillars, they look down.
As the pillars break and the broken stand.
Since all men are created equal,
Let them join us here on the land.
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A wind brushed upon me, parting my lips to grin.
What happened to my woe, to my pain within?
What world is this? Why does everything sing?
Why now of all times must I feel as a king?
I walk the path, through the wooded hollow,
Naught but love drew me, drew me to follow.
A sweet hum caressed my heart and mind.
All this time, and only now I find,
That which compels me to wake with the sun,
It is she who is my home, she who is my one.
A dream had kissed me along with that breeze,
A subtle pain within had begun to ease.
Who now calls upon the crimson Rose,
To sing my name and relieve my woes?
My pain is gone, my pain is gone.
Ive but my Rose to thank for her song,
And now It ends. My pain is gone.
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I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.
I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world.
Too often in today's world, people lose sight of the silver lining.
The world can feel harsh, and unforgiving. But thats only because sometimes the dark parts are bigger.
Sometimes you can look around, and see just a little glimmer of light, there's dark everywhere.
But if you look at that glimmer, and get closer, and closer. You
Kill the ShepherdFolded hands in proper laps,Kill the Shepherd in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wait for the speaker to conclude.
Rumbling audience and roaring claps,
Or silence, when verbally nude.
Exposing thoughts once locked up,
Truthful and too dangerous to touch.
Venom poured into a paper cup.
Or so, they will tell you as much.
Forge a word, hammer it down.
Display your fabricated passion.
Hear their cheers shake the ground.
Then exit the place in an orderly fashion.
A mask of words and costume designed,
Sheep are so easy to beguile.
Subtle promises seemingly benign,
Grow malignant after a while.
But an honest man is a quiet man.
Spotlights seem to elude him.
Microphones taken from his hand,
The media will only exclude him.
It is the unplugged words spoke,
So quiet they’re barely heard,
And then gone like a wisp of smoke,
That are the very best for the herd.
Sometimes it takes a wolf’s howl,
To stir the minds of wandering sheep.
The shepherd dead and wolf obeyed now will,
Shake them from an ignorant sleep.
Big Bad WolfEyes crack openBig Bad Wolf in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
in the late afternoon
Found a little note,
said "Hope to see ya soon"
Head's bout to explode,
Like a supernova.
Crawled outta bed,
Stumbled out the room
Dreading the sun,
And the traffic too.
The day is too heavy
This day is too hot.
Do I go into work?
I think I'd rather not.
And so I called in sick.
And the boss was pissed.
Mad as I ever seen.
But I'm too hungover for this.
So I threw my phone.
Went out the damn window.
Laid back down in bed.
And you all should know.
It felt .sooooo nice.
I'm the big bad wolf, prowling round in the city
Looking for my girl and DAMN is she pretty,
When I find her maaaaaaan she'll hear me sing
"Little girl, little girl, Let Me In!"
"Little girl, little girl, Let Me In!"
"Little girl, little girl, Let Me In!"
I woke up feeling good
Looked out it was dark.
Got dressed, got ready.
Threw the car outta park.
Burn tires down the road.
Big bad wolf in the city
I picked up the note.
A Darkening PlaceOpen your eyes and see the nothing,A Darkening Place in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It pools before you and deep inside.
The murky visions of what once was,
Construct a place for hearts to hide.
From deep within a shadow beckons
It sings a song too hurtful to know.
Its hands are strong but soft as lace.
But they wound you yet as any foe.
Cry for the safety that escapes you now.
As hard as you grasp it always expires.
The darkness turns its attention to you.
It chases and snarls and never tires.
You know its futile yet you deny it still.
Your flight brings fear, and it brings panic
You fight and run but never move.
The cache turns foul and the heart goes manic.
A slip, a fall, an unfortunate stumble.
The shadow brings you to your knees.
You struggle and sob, but you're subdued.
It locks you down and destroys the keys.
It stands before you, mocking your fear.
Your every expression becomes its game.
Until you realize the truth of this shadow.
That you and your demons are one in the same.
Your will is unsure,
But your mind can't take it
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Disclaimer: Naruto is property of Masashi Kishimoto. This is a fanfic. Thanks for your attention.
"You're an idiot."
Naruto stopped walking and looked up to gaze at the sole eye of his mentor, leaning against the brick wall of the academy. The huge doors were already shut and locked, but a vampire like himself could easily run up the wall without the help of his hands.
"That so, sir?" the blonde asked, nonchallantly starting the climb up the wall when the older vampire pulled him back down. Naruto turned around, only to get punched in the face by Kakashi. His nose straightened itself automatically and he chuckled, pretending to be emotionally hurt.
"Oh come on, what did I do this time? I just came back a little too late. No big deal, is it?"
"You bit a human, you fucking idiot!" Kakashi hissed. "And not just some human, you bit one of the chosen humans for the Sand Nobles! Do you have any idea how much those
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Kakashi smirked as he watched his former teacher's antics. The man was browsing through the baby-clothing store, holding up clothes against his four-month-old son. Just five months ago, his sensei was acting like a total doofus, holding up all kinds of socks of different colors and sizes to Kakashi, squeeling like a teenage girl whenever he came across socks with cute patterns on them.
"Kakashi! Kakashi look! They've got ducks on them!" or "Feel how fluffy this is!" was commonly heard from the Hokage over the course of eight months, as the man prepared himself to become a father of the cutest-prodigy-to-be.
At the moment, the baby in the Hokage's arms had been forced into trying out all kinds of odd articles of clothing.
"These socks are perfect! Don't they look perfect, Kakashi?" Minato asked, holding up white socks, striped with multiple colors and of course, 100% cotton.
"They look exactly the same to me as the other fifteen pairs..." Kakashi replied, glancing over at the basket han
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This is a great song to listen to while you're reading this ;D
Kankurou knew. Nobody had to tell him, or warn him, or prepare him for anything. He just knew. The moment his mother died, it came to him. His father wasn't around to tell him, and the rest of their family wasn't interested enough to. But the moment she produced a blood-curdling cry and her body fell limp, was the moment he realized he would have to take care of his family from now on. His little sister, Temari, who was so confused that night, needed comfort, even though she lied and said she didn't. Temari-chan had hidden in the laundry-room, trying to remember images of her mother folding up clothes with the sweetest smell hanging in the air. Kankurou had taken his baby brother, Gaara, and gone over to her. They quietly entertained the baby, trying t
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A seven-year-old boy with scars on his cheeks stood in the middle of the street, glaring head-on right back at the people who gave him dirty looks. Some people spit in his direction, though the saliva would never be able to cross such a distance anyway. Women guided their children away from him, whispering things like, "Don't look at him" and "If I ever catch you with that boy you'll be grounded for a month".
The child raised his fists, shouting, "I'm not a demon! Anyone who calls me a demon again GOES DOWN!"
It was the first time he had said such a thing, and he could tell it surprised the people surrounding him. But he was fed up with being silent and letting them do as they pleased. He'd tried that, and they only treated him worse.
"What a smug child."
"He should be locked up."
"THAT'S IT!" the blonde boy screamed,
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The five-year-old sits on her bed, holding her stuffed animal, thinking.
What is a 'Dad'?
A dad is a person whom you've known since you were born.
At least, that's how it usually goes.
A dad is a person who is always ready to scorn.
And that's about as much as I know.
What is a 'Dad'?
An eight-year-old girl thinks, briefly touching the cold window.
A dad is a person you're supposed to like.
At least, that's how it is in most cases.
A dad is a person who is always ready to strike,
Preferably young, soft-skinned faces.
A young teen, twelve years of age, fixes her father some dinner, lost in thought.
What is a 'Dad'?
A dad is a person who goes to work and pays the bills.
At least, that's how it is in most families.
A dad is a person who is always ready to kill.
But that's only once you've crossed sacred boundaries.
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The wooden floorboards creaked as bare feet trudged from one end of the hallway to the other. The pattern that the feet had repeatedly paced over and over again was visible on the floor, showing the more worn pieces of cherry wood as the person moved to pace through the living room.
A tanned hand reached up to wither away at deep red lips.
The two words clouded up his mind as he paced back and forth. Then, the door opened, and a person in ANBU clothing and a long white cloak with flames at the bottom entered the house. The person walked through the hallway, to the living room, where he was pounced on by his son.
"You're home," Naruto said, after causing the man to fall to the floor since he'd jumped him like that with his sixteen-year-old body.
"I'm home," Minato confirmed, still shocked.
Ten seconds later, the older blonde made a move to get up, but Naruto held on tighter, shutting his eyes and pressing his face to the man's shoulder. "You're home. Not dead. Home."
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Discl: Naruto is property of Masashi Kishimoto. Merci !
"Are you telling me there was no one else to do this job?!" Naruto demanded to know, still mucking the stalls of some rich person he didn't even know.
Sai and Sakura sure didn't have to do a job like his. Sai just had to mow the lawn and Sakura had to tidy up the mansion at the front. And Kakashi? Well, as usual, Kakashi was reading his book. He sat against a tree outside the barn, trying his best to ignore Naruto's colorful language and making sure the teen didn't run off.
"Would you want Sakura to do it?" Kakashi asked.
"Then quit complaining."
"Well how about Sai?!"
"Sai's dealing with his own work. And trust me, his job isn't that easy, either."
"Well how about YOU?"
Naruto looked like he was about to pass out. "Seriously?!" he growled. "Do something useful!"
"Hey," Kakashi said, the word qui
StuckBecca's brown eyes widened in surprise, if not horror. It was stuck. It was actually stuck; God damn this dress! As if it weren't enough that she was stuck parading around in those painful heels, now the tight bodice that was practically choking her was stuck. She tried to reach around her back to undo the zipper; above, below, left, right, but to no avail. That thing was wedged and there was no way she could get it undone. She sighed, her face growing hot with frustration. Reluctantly opening the bedroom door, she peeked out and looked about the apartment. Her eyes found Adrian sitting on the couch in the dark with his vest and his shirt undone, right where she figured he'd be. "Psst."Stuck in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He turned to find his bedroom door partially cracked, and Becca peering out at him.
"I.. need your help."
He slipped the tie from around his neck and discarded it on the sofa before standing up and stalking tiredly to his bedroom. His hand grasped the door knob and p
Unexpected Calls WIPBeing alone in that large house had always made Becca feel uncomfortable. She wasn't quite sure why, though; the loneliness went without questioning, but there was more to it than that. The halls were devoid of noise; Mimi's happy laughter was nowhere to be heard, lost along with the faint smell of cigarette smoke that always seemed to follow Cass about. It made her wonder where her life would be if it weren't for her sister so generously taking her into her home, which only stirred her memories of why she was there in the first place. And that was a place she didn't want to let her mind wander.Unexpected Calls WIP in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She picked herself up off of the couch and kicked her slippers onto her feet, lazily hauling herself to the kitchen. Her romp through the freezer led her to one of those 'heat and serve' pasta meals. She shrugged her shoulders and opened the package, carefully scanning over the directions, and setting the oven to pre-heat. Pulling the black container from the box, she poked a hole in the top of
Crush?"Becca, get your ass in here! I cooked you some breakfast!" Cass called. She sat the steaming plate on the kitchen table, along with a cup of coffee. Her ears picked up on Mimi's faint singing in the background and smiled a little. "Ready for breakfast, stinker?"Crush? in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I sure am!"
The little girl put her doodle pad in her schoolbox and pushed it aside; she didn't mess around when it came to eating her meals. Cass laid the plate in front of the girl, followed by a glass of apple juice. "Mommy!"
"You forgot to put jam on my toast!" Mimi whined, a frown on her freckled face. The woman promptly took the toast from the plate and added the desired topping, and getting a huge grin in response. "Yum! Thanks, mommy."
"You're welcome, sweetie..." She smiled and stroked her daughter's hair, but her thoughts soon fell back to her sister, and her absence at the table. "That aunt of yours... Rebecca Jo!"
"I'm coming, cool your jets!"
They could hear her descending the stairs, and soon saw her tur
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On a dark, stormy night, a seven-year-old boy awakens to a commotion in the kitchen. He assumes that his parents are fighting again, but this time seems particularly heated. Fed up with his father’s drunken antics, and shaken by the sudden silence, the boy arms himself with a baseball bat and ventures out of his bedroom to see what’s going on. He finds his mother lying in a pool of blood, and as a bolt of lightning crashes down and illuminates the room, he sees his father standing near her, with a bloodied knife in his hand. Furious and unable to comprehend just what he’s seeing, the boy charges at his father angrily with the bat, and lands a few good hits before he feels a sharp, burning pain in his abdomen, and everything starts to fade to black.
When the boy comes to, he’s lying in a hospital bed; there are bloody bandages on his stomach, and various machines hooked onto his small frame. It’s not long before he’s informed of his mother’s unf
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“Well, look who it is.” Becca knew that voice all too well, and tried her best to refrain from making eye contact with the venomous letch as he approached their table with a friend of his. Lindsay, however, had no difficulty giving him the eyeball. Adrian, on the other hand, glanced down at Becca’s nervous, fidgety hands as she fumbled awkwardly in her lap.
“Can we help you?” Lindsay hissed.
“Just thought I’d stop by to say hi to little miss blondie, here. It’s been a while.” Dylan sneered.
“You shouldn’t have.” Becca noted, a feeble shaking in her voice. It was clear that she was uncomfortable in his presence.
“Oh, I shouldn’t have? I just thought it’d be the friendly thing to do, since, y’know… we were engaged and all.” He waved his arm in a taunting manner. “But I guess that just shows who the bigger person is here, doesn’t it?”
Adrian scoffed to himself.
Birthday DraftThe ringing of the telephone took Becca by surprise, compromising the woman's balance as she struggled to put her shoes on. Quickly and skillfully, though, she regained her composure and finally got the troublesome sneakers on her feet. Frantically, she ran to the living room in hopes to pick up the phone before it went to voicemail. Just before the sixth ring, she snatched it up, pressing the talk button and holding it up to her ear.Birthday Draft in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I hear Mimi already called you, huh?"
"Haha, yeah. 6 O'Clock this morning. Served as a nice wake-up call."
"That's just like that little stinker. Actually, she sat here and scolded me until I called you."
Becca smiled happily; oh, how she loved that silly little girl.
"So, what's the birthday girl doing today?"
"Not really sure, to be honest." She frowned upon the hearing the reminder of the huge wrench that was thrown into her plans for the day. "Cass and I were gonna' go out and do something but she got called i
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A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
Maleficent - The Beginning IVAfter this strange event, Maleah started to be more careful. No one let her get out of the castle alone. She was always with somebody. Guards here in position in every door even at her room's door.Maleficent - The Beginning IV in Drama More Like This
She had little privacy and much little freedom to do what she wanted. She thought frequently of Hades. She wanted to see him again. She was very fond of him and hoped he would lift up the veil of mystery that he insisted to keep in the first meeting.
- Is this really necessary, Prime Minister?
- It is most necessary, Majesty. Maleah couldn't be more sad and lonely.
One night incapable of sleeping, she sat on her bed with her hair in her shoulders and thinking about everything she lived and out of the blue a black smoke starts to fill the floor moving so softly and lingeringly. The smoke flies to her bed and Hades appears in his Greek vestment, flaming air and grey skin.
- It has been a long night, isn't it? She doesn't move.
- Yes. I can't keep my eyes closed. There is too much
Maleficent - The Beginning VThe worse part in the next few days was to announce to her Court and subjects that her and Hades were married and that she was going to give birth to a royal princess in the next autumn.Maleficent - The Beginning V in Drama More Like This
All were shocked to hear from their queen's lips the news.
- I find myself in a most unusual situation as well as happy. I married someone and I am going to give birth to his child.
- But, your majesty, who is he? Asked the Prime-minister.
- His name must be kept in silence for the protection of our...d...our child.
- But you should marry a king or a prince, not somebody... Said the Elder.
- He's not somebody I assure you. I carry his child and it will be successor in every way.
- But it is a bastard! Exclaimed a priest.
- Don't you dare to call my child a bastard! I forbid it! It will be your queen or king! I love its father, I am married to him and I won't give up on him. Don't expect me to be your puppet! For I am not one! I didn't come here you to ask your opinion! I came here
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All this starts here, at the only living place in the Forbiden Mountains were once there was happiness and love and caring. But in sudden everything was gone.
In the high picks of the mountain there is nothing left but a mournful whisper of the wind between the rocks.
There is a grave under a tree, the only living thing, and besides there is a dark tall silhouette.
A woman in despair looks at this grave with tears in her eyes and a broken heart which is turning black and revengeful. Her hands are crushing a red rose, the last around.
But why this had to happen? Why is she mournful?
Let me tell you the story of this woman who once was happy.
Once, there were two children. One, a boy called Stefan and the other a girl that was given the name of Maleah. They were both royal prince and princess.
They both grew in a great happiness, brought up with the finest education and golden values.
Stefan was a strong and tall young man, with magnificent black hair and blue eyes, gentle in his movemen
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"Hey, ____!" you spun around as you heard your name being called out. It was Axel, ranked number eight in the Organization you had recently joined just weeks ago.
He was quite tall, probably a head higher or two than you were, with thick, shoulder-length, bright red hair styled into slicked-back spikes. His eyes were bright emerald green, and beneath each of them, on his cheeks, he had upside-down purple raindrop markings. He stood out from everyone else in the Organization, mostly due to the fact that he almost never wore his hood, unlike most of your black-cloaked companions.
Despite not being able to feel a thing, you gave him a smile as he approached. He became somewhat like your friend when you joined the Organization and you became really close ever since you first met. Although, just recently, when you're with him, an extremely peculiar feeling goes through you, strange as that is, because you're not supposed to feel anything. You
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I blew the stray eyelash off of her cheek. She shivered as my breath brushed across her skin, but she didn't wake up. Instead she nuzzled the back of her head further into my shoulder and kept on sleeping, her even breath keeping time with the grandfather clock next to the couch we were on. My arm was falling asleep, but I couldn't bear to move it and wake her. I also couldn't fall asleep. I never sleep when I spend the night with her. All I can do is lay still and silent, watching her chest rise and fall in steady rhythm. There was a clawing noise against the cloth covering the back of the couch. Puddles, Emily's cat, squeezed his way up from behind the couch. His eyes looked disembodied in the darkness, his black fur melded with the black couch and the dark of the night.
He purred at me as he moved languidly forward to snuggle into the crook of my neck, right above Emily's head. I was just a popular guy tonight. I let Puddles bury himself into the
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Neuz is an 18 years old boy. He has the ability to kill by staring with both eyes at one's life core. Nuez often keeps an eye hidden behind his hair so he won't kill accidentally when he can't control his emotions or reactions, like what happened with his father. Ever since that accident Neuz keeps refusing to interact with people for too long and persists on keeping his eye hidden.
Neuz's services are very wanted at the Sevenlights* guild, but he never accepts secretive requests to kill people. He also hardly accepts missions so huge amounts of currency are offered for missions requesting his power. He is only a semi-member at the guild so he is free from following the guild's rules.
*A fictional guild I'm working on creating these days.