Twisted GodsOnce, when I was just a child,Twisted Gods in Free Verse More Like This
I was told that only devils were killers.
But now, outside of fairy tales,
Gods strike down their human pawns
With winds of fire and smoke
As they laugh amongst each other in the sky.
Farmers and warriors alike
Are killed in fields of battle;
Not for sacrifice, but for sick fun.
For me, All gods have turned to monsters
Better to be destroyed than worshiped;
After all, only devils are killers.
IceThe boy lived with his motherIce in Free Verse More Like This
In the bad part of their town.
The two lived there all alone,
His father nowhere to be found.
The boy was always so sad,
Even at only six years old.
He had no friends for happiness,
And his mother, she was cold.
He spent his nights by the telly,
Watching cartoons about a huntsman.
But even that couldn't bring a smile
As he ate cheap soup from the can.
As he grew older, he grew colder,
Until he was made of ice.
People avoided him like the plague
For that hard look in his eyes.
It wasn't until he'd almost forgotten
That he re-learned how to love.
That girl, she was his savior for sure-
An angel sent from above.
She stayed with him throughout his days,
Trying to heal his rocky heart.
It took her months, took her years,
But she finally erased his scars.
Now keep in mind, that's not to say
That he turned into a perfect guy.
He might laugh, but still, he's sad,
And you might even catch him cry.
Because that life that he had before,
From when he was still so youn
Waiting - Ch.3Christopher laid there for a few minutes before pushing the nightmare from his mind and sliding to the edge of the bed. He stretched his arms out above his head, hearing a satisfying noise as he popped the tightness out of his shoulder blades, then got to his feet. He padded silently out of his room, closing the door with a soft shhww noise behind him. He went to take a shower, feeling the need to wake himself up a bit by dousing himself with hot water.Waiting - Ch.3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He went about the rest of his day as he normally did, learning new techniques about different things that he knew the basics of. He exercised for about two hours, as for some reason he felt antsy. Perhaps he was just impatient for the night to come, when he could escape the house and roam the streets freely without curious pedestrians.
It was only just past dusk when he decided that he could not wait a moment longer.
Christopher slid a hoodie on over his black t-shirt, straightening it out before bending down and scooping up his
DecisionsI stop at the stop sign and wait absentmindedly while a car takes it's turn, tearing across the pavement of the four-way road. When it's gone, the water that it disturbed settling back down into puddles hit with raindrops, I'm left all alone in the rain, staring at my windshield without really seeing anything. I'm shaken out of my reverie as I hear a honk from behind me, and a car pulls around me to make it's turn. Staring with a stupid look on my face at the driver, I don't make the connection that I was the one in the way. I only manage a quiet "I'm sorry" after the car is long gone, leaving me alone again.Decisions in Short Stories More Like This
I look down at the steering wheel beneath my hands and sigh, clutching it tighter. The leather that covers it makes a soft crinkling noise as it's squeezed. The tiny hairline cracks all over it, from years upon years of wear and tear, are malformed from me twisting it. Noticing that, I let my hands drop into my lap and look up and around again.
I see that I have three choices: go
Broken WristwatchI saw him in the subwayBroken Wristwatch in Free Verse More Like This
As I had for weeks;
He stood in the same spot,
Waiting at the same time,
For the same train.
He never wavered in his route,
And I never wavered in mine -
Each day, I stood just feet away,
Waiting for the same train,
At the same time,
As I had for weeks.
We were silent, familiar strangers.
Over the course of time,
I noticed his wristwatch -
It was broken, with unmoving hands,
While it made a clacking ticking noise.
When it clicked, he would wind it,
And then let his arm fall back to his side.
I started to wear my own watch,
Clean and new - working, too -
With softly shifting hands
And an even clicking and ticking.
I did so in the hopes that maybe
He would ask me for the time.
As the weeks slowly passed,
We shifted closer in the mornings -
He would shuffle a little nearer
With his hands in his pockets,
His broken wristwatch unevenly
Clicking and ticking away.
I would shift a little closer,
Tucking my hands into my pockets
And watching, waiting, for the train.
Don't Forget Me TonightI beg of you,Don't Forget Me Tonight in Free Verse More Like This
Don't forget me tonight.
Don't leave me scared and alone,
Curled under the covers
With nothing but emptiness
By my side.
Don't let me lie here alone,
Thinking about you,
Wishing for you,
While you're out and about
With someone you'll
Never see again.
I'm tired of being second-choice,
Or sometimes even third.
I'm everything you need and more,
Curled up here under the covers,
Begging that you
Don't forget me tonight.
Fire and WhiskeyFire-flies dancedFire and Whiskey in Free Verse More Like This
Through the trees that
A man with nothing but
And a bottle.
He flicked his wrist and
A match started to burn,
Dropped to the crisp
Left to smoke.
The whiskey burned more than
The flame as he
Tipped the bottle
And downed that
Nectar of the Gods,
Sparked with a fire
Of it's own.
She's Always GoneHe awakes in the middle of the night;She's Always Gone in Free Verse More Like This
Finds cold sheets,
Missing car keys.
Once again, as the clock strikes twelve,
He searches in the morning sun;
Finds scribbled notes,
Once again, as the dawn breaks open,
He searches in the fading light;
Finds text messages,
Once again, as the day ends and she's needed,
He realizes that she's never there;
For the first time, the truth hits;
I've Never Planted Roses"I've never planted roses."I've Never Planted Roses in Free Verse More Like This
He touched a petal.
His other hand pricked a thorn.
Wincing, he looked down
To see blood drip.
"They seem dangerous."
She laughed softly.
Her voice was like windchimes.
With gloved hands,
She took his own.
"They aren't. You have to be careful."
He looked at her.
He took the gloves she gave him,
Sliding them on over pale skin.
"Well I know that now.."
A sweet smile.
She kissed his cheek.
She picked up a pot,
And dug a soft bed.
"Well good. Because you have to help."
He took the rosebush.
Carefully, he tucked it in.
With a soft, unheard murmur,
He turned and hugged her close.
"I've never planted roses."
He kissed the top of her head.
She smiled, and leaned into him.
Hugging her, still,
He whispered in her ear.
"But I'm in love with one."
VacancyThere's a sign on my mind that says "vacancy".Vacancy in Free Verse More Like This
You can knock all you want, but nobody's home.
They were left out to die in a gutter
After being cast down a long lonely road.
There's only one thing that's left behind:
Dust covering all of my intimate thoughts.
There's not enough of me left to say that:
"I hope you are happy with the destruction you've wrought."
I'm so empty inside that I can't dream.
When I close my eyes I see nothing but black.
It would be terrifying if I could remember to fear,
But I don't think that that will ever come back.
I know way deep down I should be worried,
But I don't really think there's enough of me there.
I guess if I'm really being truthful,
The truth is that I just don't want to care.
I don't want to go back to being overemotional
Over all of those simple little things that you did.
I don't want to remember just how good it felt
To hold you very close or just touch your skin.
I'm all packed away in the back of my mind
In a dark little corner where nobo
the DifferenceCollege is just like high schoolthe Difference in Emotional More Like This
You just don't get to see your loved ones everyday
And that makes all the difference.
R is for...L is for the loss I feltR is for... in Free Verse More Like This
when you decided to leave,
O is for the obstacles I faced
that cause me great aggrieve,
V is for visions I had
of you and I in Liege, but
E is for everything now lost
that has caused me to unhinge,
R is for…
well, R begins my revenge:
R is for the rage I have, and
E becomes my eternal hate.
V is for the victory I’ll take when
E corrodes your ego.
N is for the noose I’ll make for you, and you alone.
G is in the ground you’ll be because
E has marked your end.
Nerdy and ProudSo, normalityNerdy and Proud in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Is overrated like a
Cheeseburger sans cheese.
How it Typically Happens.I close my eyes and calm my breath:How it Typically Happens. in Free Verse More Like This
The room is silent but my thoughts are abuzz.
The words flow freely onto paper:
Ideas begin to fit together like a ten-piece puzzle.
Story lines and plot arcs surface:
The characters take on a life of their own.
Focus. Focus. Foc—crap.
Writer’s block and distractions:
Goodbye great story, I’ll probably—eventually—maybe—finish you later.
What am I kidding?
Umbrella Not NeededEvelyn pulled her car into the closest parking space she could find. It was nearly impossible to find a space this semester since the junior class was given parking passes. And today she especially disliked that new policy since Niagara decided to drop by this morning. Eve turned off her windshield wipers and took a moment to watch the heavens rain down over her.Umbrella Not Needed in Short Stories More Like This
She reached over to the passenger seat, where she had carelessly tossed her backpack while at the same time throwing herself into the car this morning, and grabbed an umbrella nestled between the seat and door. Lacking the foresight to bring her umbrella inside the night before, Eve got nearly soaked just by running to her car from the front door. But she won’t be caught without it trying to maneuver through the eight rows of cars to the school’s entrance.
Turning off the car and sliding her arms through the straps of her book bag, Eve readied herself with the umbrella to face a wet future.
Just then, from the behi
World War 2: Britain Stands AloneWorld War 2: Britain Stands Alone in Settings More Like This
Preparing the Defenses
On June 22, 1940 Britain was now only the country standing against the Germans after the surrender of France. Still British Prime Minister Winston Churchill would not consider defeat and raised the unity of his country in a speech over the radio where he stated that the British people would defend their island no matter the cost. Britain still had all the resources of its enormous empire. Canada, Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, India, Egypt, and a series of other nations from Britain's colonies and commonwealth all declared war on Germany, but they were thousands of miles away across the oceans and their military power would be difficult to bring to support the mother country. Adolf Hitler, the German dictator, believed that Britain would quickly accept any peace terms.
Hitler entered the the German parliament (the Reichstag) and made a peace treaty to give to Britain. His offer was for Britain to keep its entire empire and virtually walk free so he could h
The Zulu WarThe Zulu War in Settings More Like This
In the late 1870s the British decided to consolidate all their possessions in southern Africa in one federation. Throughout the decades, the British had built and controlled large colonies in Africa that were part of their empire. Now with the opportunity for even more expansion, Sir Bartle Frere, high commissioner in Cape Town in British South Africa prepared to expand. East of British South Africa was Zululand. Zululand was a kingdom where Native African people lived. Their warriors mainly had spears and shields. His ultimatum to Cetshwayo, the Zulu king, provoked war. The British military commander, Lord Chelmsford led a substantial armed expedition into Zululand. He then divided his forces, leaving the veteran troops of the 1st Battalion of the 24 Regiment at an unfortified camp at Isandlwana. Scouting parties failed to establish the strength of the Zulus, some of whom had rifles.
Led by Chiefs Ntshingwayo and Mavumengwana, on January 22, 1879, the Zulus attacked and overwhelmed th
World War 2: Turning Point in the PacificWorld War 2: Turning Point in the Pacific in Settings More Like This
The United States Strikes Back
On April 18, 1942, exactly four months after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, the Americans struck back. US bombers dropped bombs on the Japanese capital, Tokyo. Some were even close to the emperor's palace. Many other Japanese cities weee bombed as well. The raid was ordered by President Roosevelt and it was actually a very dangerous operation. Roosevelt had ordered two of the US Pacific Fleet's aircraft carriers, the USS Hornet and USS Enterprise, to get within 700 miles from Japan. The American B-25 Mitchell Bombers had not been designed to be launched from aircraft carriers. They barely managed to take off from the decks of the carriers.
Nevertheless, the American bombers still made it to Japan and the raids caused enormous shock. Japan's military planners now thought it would be a good idea to extend the island's defenses. They thought that if they could seize additional strategic islands in the Pacific Ocean they would be able to attack Allied f
Dreaming Of YouDreaming Of You in Short Stories More Like This
A/N: This is my first songfic! Not really my best work but, enjoy! :3
I do not own The Cat Returns nor do I own the song!
~~~Dreaming of You ~~~
Late at night when all the world
I stay up and think of you
Haru gazed at the starry night sky from her bedroom window, thinking of a certain cat creation that's been on her mind ever since her adventure with him 3 years ago.
Haru hasn't seen him since and she missed him terribly.
Shes seen Muta a couple of times but never asked if she could visit the bureau, which made Haru frustrated with herself.
'I'm such a coward' Haru thought. Why can't I just go to see them again? Is it because I'm afraid to face Baron again after my confession to him? But he pretty much already gave me his answer.'
"Just for the record, I admire a young woman who speaks from the heart."
'Baron doesn't like me...he only admires me, or maybe something else completely?'
Haru sighed out of frustration.
'I wish I knew exactly what Baron meant when he said that t
KokoroKokoro in Short Stories More Like This
A/N: This is a kind of a songfic on the vocaloid song "Kokoro" sung by Rin Kagamine. I thought it fit the whole creation thing in The Cat Returns. I was tempted to make Louise the main character instead of Haru and to do a whole other story line, but Haru ended up being the one I chose at the end. Also, instead of making Haru, made of wood, I made her into a computer, only to connect with the song more. And to add, this story takes place waaay in the future. Please note, I advise you to pay close attention to the bolded content, to really get the whole story. I hope you enjoy! I do not own the song or characters!
The young tawny fifteen year old boy studied the tall, brown she-cat in front of him.
"There. She's finally done!" Humbert said.
"It's time to activate her." Humbert said reaching up to the cat's left side.
Slowly he turned on a switch behind her ear.
The sound of gears and running systems came from the brown cat.
Humbert hardly could contain his excitement.
Return of the Great Cat and Mouse PrologueReturn of the Great Cat and Mouse Prologue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cool! My first fanfiction and crossover! The Cat Returns and The Great Mouse Detective, both great movies and while watching both of them, I couldn't help but think what it would be like if their stories met. So here I am! Living it up!
I do not own The Cat Returns characters or The Great Mouse Detective characters ether.....sadly. I hope you guys will enjoy this! I am gonna have fun writing this. BaronXHaru
The Problems With Stories Written by TeenagersDon't be offended at the title. "Teenagers" is just my way of saying "people who write unprofessional/shallow stories." Not all teenagers write shallow stories, it just sounds catchier.... Anyway.The Problems With Stories Written by Teenagers in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The first thing I want to make clear is: I'm not talking about anything mechanical in this deviation. Grammar/spelling is important (obviously), but that point has been beaten to death by people on the internet already. My purpose, as always, is to talk about the stories themselves, regardless of the way they are communicated. Whether it be through written word or on-the-spot narration, I believe there are certain tricks to telling good stories. Not rules, mind you. Tricks.
I don't believe that telling good stories is about what you "should" do, rather than what you shouldn't. Example: people generally hate Mary Sues, right? Well, sometimes I notice things that are "like" Mary Sues, in the sense that they're equally as shallow/unprofessional ways of telling stories. The purpose of this deviat
Is she Mary Sue? Clarifying Mary SueIs she Mary Sue? in Free Verse More Like This
So, I realize that everyone has heard of Mary Sue characters, but the thing that bothers me is that Mary has never really been as clarified as she could be. Girls go around crying Mary Sue at every character with long pink hair, then go and create even worse Mary Sue characters in the false illusion that they're making nonMary Sue characters (or even anti-Sues) when in fact they're doing the opposite. Allow me to explain how this seems to happen.
First of all the term "Mary Sue" desperately needs to be clarified to these people, so this brings us to the very important question: What IS a Mary Sue?
At least everyone can agree on one thing. Mary Sues are characters that are so perfect it's annoying.
But. What do they mean by perfect? Everyone has different ideas of that, naturally. Unfortunately, this is how many fanfiction (and other) writers make their biggest mistakes.
When you hear the name Mary Sue what pops up in your mind? A be
How Not to Tell a StoryAfter being on DeviantArt for a few years now, I've noticed patterns in people's stories. Patterns, that I can't say I've ever seen until I started using the internet. I believe that's because these kind of patterns are thoroughly unprofessional. The pattern in short is this:How Not to Tell a Story in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Character = victim
Plot = bad things happening to said victim
Maybe this sounds harsh. It's not if you understand that is ALL there is to these stories. They take any character, hurl them into a tragedy and that's it.
Let's get this straight: We do not know your character well enough to care about them yet. No matter how bloody and gutty their injuries are, no matter how many of their family members are deceased, no matter what their boyfriend did to them, no matter what kind of disease they have, WE. DO. NOT. CARE!!!!!
These kind of things are sad in themselves, but WHO is this person we're supposed to feel so horrible for? Establish THAT. It should be your absolute FIRST priority: no exceptions.
No more pasting
Echo przeszlosci 05Echo przeszlosci 05 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To było parę dobrych tygodni przed tym, co wyjawił mi Marcin. Po tej całej rozmowie... którą zapewne on niedługo wam opowie.
Był to wczesny poranek po wigilii w starych, dobrych Muffach.
Obudziłem się bardzo wcześnie.
Za oknem było ciemno, ale o tej porze roku nie było to jakieś niezwykłe.
Wzdrygnąłem się, myśląc, że zaspałem na zajęcia, bo to nie dźwięk budzika mnie obudził. Ogarniając zaspanym wzrokiem pokój uświadomiłem sobie, że nie jestem u siebie, a obok mam kogoś, kogo nie miałem tak blisko od dawna.
Że nadal go przytulam.
Przybliżyłem się bliżej do jego pleców, wtuliłem czoło w tył jego głowy. Zamknąłem oczy.
W sumie cieszyłem się, że jest obok mnie. Że się jakoś układa.
Wiele razy zas
Echo przeszeszlosci 07Echo przeszeszlosci 07 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Stanęła w progu jego drzwi. Nie zrobiła jednak kroku, nie weszła do środka.
Nie dla tego, że cuchnęło papierosami.
To była jego przestrzeń.
Przestrzeń, w której było miejsce tylko dla jeszcze jednej osoby.
Nie dla niej.
Wiedziała to od chwili, gdy zobaczyła jego twarz tak blisko tej drugiej. Gdy zastała ich razem, leżących i patrzących sobie w oczy. Może nawet zobaczyła fragment tego, co było kiedyś między nimi?
Wtedy się wycofała... zostawiła ich razem, uśmiechając się do siebie.
Nie chciała psuć tego obrazka.
Wszystko nagle się poskładało. Stało się tak oczywiste. I była w sumie pewna, że nazajutrz będzie jakoś inaczej. Po prostu cieplej.
Jednak powinna się już nauczyć, że nie można ułożyć sobie wszystkiego po swojej myśli.
MemaMema in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
October 25, 2010. The worst day of my life. I'll never forget it. But before I tell you what was so bad about that date, I'll tell you what lead up to it.
During the summer of 2010, my Mema was very sick. We weren't sure what was wrong with her. During this time, I went to a summer camp called Pali. Mema and Grandpa sent me there so I could make new friends. Didn't work, but at least I had fun there.
After my two weeks there were up, my mother and step-dad picked me up. I really didn't want to go with them. I hated them. My mother was abusive and my step-dad was an asshole. I asked my mother why Mema and Grandpa didn't pick me up. She told me that Mema wasn't feeling good.
As the months went by, Mema got worse. In August, she went to the hospital because she wasn't getting any better. While she was there, they did tests on her to see what was wrong. We found out she had Pancreatic Cancer. And it had already spread to her liver. She was only supposed to have a month left to live. When G
Chapter 5 - ElevatorChapter 5 - Elevator in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Blood saw Ciel tearing her room up which was usually neat. Hat racks scattered the floor, material rolls were unrolled, scraps were all over the place, the painting in the back was tilted, even the chandelier on the cieling was crooked.
"What are you doing, Ciel?" he crossed his arms.
"I can't find my dress for the ball," she murmured back. He looked slightly surprised at her.
"You're actually attending?" he inquired.
"Yeah, but it's only because I want to see Vivaldi and Alice in a beautiful gown!" Ciel rose her arms in the air happily. "And see Dee and Dum in their little tux, and even Peter! You know how fluffy he can look in those tux!"
"You sound like a schoolgirl," he grumbled.
"Yep, I love all my friends!" she laughed.
'She doesn't even deny it,' Blood mentally sighed.
"I have a dress farther up the mansion," he told her and began to walk out of the room.
"Wait, can I come with--"
"No, remain here and complete your daily duties," he interrupted her. She lo
Chapter 2 - StuckChapter 2 - Stuck in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silence yawned between Elliot and Ciel as they stared at each other intently. Ciel was on one side of the large roll of ribbon, leaning over to stare while he stood on the other, standing and crouched over a little so their faces were close...too close for his comfort. Elliot's ear twitched from annoyance as Ciel refused to look away. Though he could not see her eyes, he could feel them boring into him. That made him uneasy. Very uneasy.
"What!" he finally gave in.
"You didn't give me that hug."
"What?" he said again.
"I said you didn't give me that hug!" she yelled. "Are you getting so old you're going deaf?"
"Stop yelling, I'm not old!" Elliot defended himself. "I just don't understand where that came from."
"I wanted to give you a hug when you first came into my room but all you really did was barge in and tell me what to do," she said. "So now I will forgive you for barging in my room, telling me what to do, and ignoring a hug for a bigger hug!"
"The size of the hug do