MK2011 DLC: HavikMortal Kombat 2011 DLC FightersMK2011 DLC: Havik in Profiles More Like This
From: Mortal Kombat: Deception
Hailing from Chaosrealm, Havik is a Cleric of Chaos. Neither good nor evil, his only goal in life are only to spread discord and chaos. If anyone can help his purpose in life, he will ally himself with them, no matter their goals. Opposing anyone who rules by order and only wishes for chaos to reign, he encountered the Wrath Noob Saibot in the Netherrealm. In return for his services for help Noob take over the Netherrealm, Noob will allow mayhem and discord to run about under his rule which pleases Havik. But seeing that in case his plan might fail, Havik has many backup plans, no matter the outcome, so his dreams of anarchy will happen.
His "Mortal Kombat: Deception" primary appearance, only much more detailed and a more skull-like face.
His "MK: Deception" alternative costume, only more detailed and ragged up.
Forward Throw: Havik grabs the opponent by their arms and
MK2011 DLC: RorschachMortal Kombat 2011 DLC FightersMK2011 DLC: Rorschach in Profiles More Like This
Wearing the inkblot mask he considers his true face, Rorschach had been one of the members of the former Crimebusters, but continues his one-man battle against crime long after costumed vigilantes become both detested and illegal. After he was apparently killed for figuring out a major plot that would change the world by Dr. Manhattan, he turned out to have been transported into a newer universe, one that suited his methods of justice. When he heard of Shang Tsung's Mortal Kombat Tournament, he entered, making sure the last thing those who do evil would witness before death would be his face.
His "Watchmen Movie/Comic" appearance.
His prison uniform appearance, unmasked to show his face. (Jackie Earle Haley's face to be exact.)
Forward Throw: Rorschach grabs the opponent's left hand, breaking it's fingers before picking up and throwing them away from him in front of him.
MK2011 DLC: Sweet ToothMortal Kombat 2011 DLC FightersMK2011 DLC: Sweet Tooth in Profiles More Like This
From: Twisted Metal
The Ice Cream Trunk Killer, Needles Kane, also known as Sweet Tooth has killed many people, 132 people in the city of Midtown alone. He was also a competitor in Twisted Metal, a demented car combat tournament where contestants compete for a prize from a mysterious man named Calypso. Winning it yet another time, bored, Sweet Tooth wanted more a challenge, one that instead of putting his car combat skills to the test, it'd putting his serial killing skills in use. Calypso agreed then transported Sweet Tooth to a weird realm full of fighting and violence and he was just in time for the Mortal Kombat Tournament, Sweet Tooth is most pleased...
His "TM: Black"/"TM2011" appearance, his huge machete saw machete in hand.
His "Twisted Metal: Head On" appearance, only more detailed. Same machete in hand.
Forward Throw: Sweet Tooth grabs the opponent and stabs them many times with his m
Mortal Kombat X Bonus Fighter- Jason VoorheesMortal Kombat X Bonus FighterMortal Kombat X Bonus Fighter- Jason Voorhees in Profiles More Like This
From: Friday the 13th
A serial killer from Earthrealm, Jason Voorhees seemingly drowned as a small child, causing his mother to snap and kill anyone who worked at the camp where it happened till she herself was killed in 1980, a still alive Jason witnessing everything. Now he kills anyone who ventures into his home of Crystal Lake, racking up a known body count of over 150, one which is still rising and never gonna stop. But it seems someone has summoned him to Outworld.
His "Friday The 13th (2009)" appearance.
Forward Throw: Grabbing the opponent, Jason lifts up and chokes the opponent by the throat before throwing them back to the ground.
Backwards Throw: Grabbing the opponent, Jason lifts up and chokes the opponent by the throat before throwing them behind him.
Crystal Lake Killer: Adds unique attacks utilizing Axe, Jason has a axe in a sling on the side of his waist.
Hunter: Adds Dead Eye Arrow, U
Twisted Metal: Jailbreak- Levels and SoundtrackTwisted Metal: JailbreakTwisted Metal: Jailbreak- Levels and Soundtrack in Profiles More Like This
1. Lucio Industral Park- The local Industrial Park, this is where the first battle of Calypso's contest begins, filled with so many levels of machinery and news helicopter's trying to film the events of the contest, just be careful not to fall into the molten metal, or you'll be the one smelted! Try to find the secret to unlocking Mr. Slam! (You face five drivers here.)
2. Highway 66(6)- This huge winding highway leads into Lucio City, filled with various roads and innocents just trying to get to work without being killed! The big set piece is the sprawling intersections and ramps, where if the right weapon is used, the ramps go bye-bye and the biggest pileup happens! (You face seven drivers here)
3. Lucio Suburbia Housing- The more clam and quiet part of Lucio City, that changes when Twisted Metal comes to visit! Many houses, both completed and not completed, can and will be destroyed! Don't think the houses are the only ones not safe as both the local
MK2011 DLC: ConanMortal Kombat 2011 DLC FightersMK2011 DLC: Conan in Profiles More Like This
From: Conan The Barbarian
Conan The Cimmerian, one of the most iconic and feared Barbarians of all time. Hailing from the "Hyborian Age", the age of fire and steel, he is known for his wide array of abilities such as being a thief, commander, tactician and strategist, as well as a born leader. While protecting his land of Aquilonia, he suddenly was transported to the realm of Outworld, where he first hand witness the carnage and horror done by Shao Khan's army. Seeing this as his first step to returning home, Conan now will do what he does best in Mortal Kombat, fight.
His book cover appearance. Smoldering blue eyes and a black square-cut mane haircut. hairy chest and, only wears a loincloth along with steel wrist and knee guards (Look at the cover of the 2007 "Conan" game for example.), has a shield on his back and his trademark sword in hand.
His "Conan The Barbarian (2011 Film)" appearance. Same weapons
MK2011 DLC: Ash WilliamsMortal Kombat 2011 DLC FightersMK2011 DLC: Ash Williams in Profiles More Like This
From: Evil Dead series
Ash Williams is the chosen one, the one to defeat the demonic forces of the Necronomicon Ex Mortis, roughly translated, "Book Of The Dead". After saving the day once again, Ash, through a wrongly chanted spell, was transported into our universe and forced to fight for the fate of the realms in Mortal Kombat. Seeing himself stuck in the universe, he seeks those who would understand the book, so he could get back home. That and check out the beautiful women of the universe, who put up more than a fight than he expected.
His "Evil Dead 2/Army Of Darkness comic" appearance.
His "Army Of Darkness Movie" appearance (Without the metal hand, with the chainsaw for his hand)
Forward Throw: Ash takes his chainsaw and impales the opponent through their stomach, lifting them in the air before firing his boomstick into their stomach, making them fall off of it.
Backwards Throw: Ash twirls the
MK2011 DLC: TremorMortal Kombat 2011 DLC FightersMK2011 DLC: Tremor in Profiles More Like This
From: Mortal Kombat: Special Forces (Sucks, i know.)
Hailing from Oslo, Norway. Marcus Lindsjö, also known as Tremor is a former Lin Kuei assassin gone rouge. Known for his earth-based abilities, including making earthquakes, throwing boulders and impaling enemies into stone spikes. While his time in the Lin Kuei was a serviceable one, it didn't please his lust for money, so he abandoned the clan and got into the life of a mercenary. His services has gained the attention of Shao Khan, hiring him for his skills in combat and to keep a close eye on Shang Tsung and Quan Chi. If anything goes askew, he'll take deadly action.
Think a mixture of Bane's appearance in "The Dark Knight Rises" and Smoke's "MK:Armageddon" primary costume, only brown and black, his skin is like gray rock with orange glowing cracks, his eyes black/orange, huge muscles, wears a brown/black bandana over his mouth and a brown mohawk.
MK2011 DLC: The PlagueMortal Kombat 2011 DLC FightersMK2011 DLC: The Plague in Profiles More Like This
From: Hobo With A Shotgun
The Plague, a duo of killers said to be demons, it is unknown where they come from, all that is know is that they're more feared than any of killers ever. After one of the Plague, Grinder, was killed while on a job involving a hobo with a shotgun in Canada, the last remaining member of the Plague, RIP, was forced to work by himself, waiting to be summoned. That time came when Shao Khan's armies invaded Earthrealm as a unknown party requested RIP to kill Shao Khan, with the order to kill anyone who gets in his way. Now with his former partner's weapons along with his, RIP is ready to show why he's called The Plague.
RIP's "Hobo With A Shotgun" appearance, only more detailed and has a couple rope nooses around his waist.
Forward Throw: The Plague grabs the opponent by the neck with one hand and slashes their chest with his giant blade three times before throwing them
MK2011 DLC: Jason VoorheesMortal Kombat 2011 DLC FightersMK2011 DLC: Jason Voorhees in Profiles More Like This
From: Friday The 13th Series
A undead serial killer from Earthrealm, Jason Voorhees kills anyone who ventures into his home of Crystal Lake since 1980, racking up a body count of over 150, one which is still rising and never gonna stop. When a pillar of flames engulfed him before sending him into the Netherrealm. He was confronted by spirit of his psychotic mother, Pamela Voorhees. She told him that in order to get back to their realm, he'd have to fight in a tournament and win for a emperor, Shao Khan. Always doing what his mother says, Jason accepted and now is fighting for Outworld. What he doesn't know was that it was really Quan-Chi in the form of his mother, tricking him as part of his and Shinnok's plan.
His "Friday The 13th (2009 remake)" appearance.
His "Friday The 13th Part VII: The New Blood" appearance.
Forward Throw: Jason grabs takes out barbed wire and wraps it around the oppo
A SpellHe weaves a spell...A Spell in Free Verse More Like This
But he knows not the one he is already under,
He severs the last tie but he will be bound to her for an eternity,
He will feel the sting for she desires to be part of him.
He thinks he is alone.....
But alas I mark his soul well,
He has cast the last die,
She pulls him closer in mind.
No matter where you go your thoughts shall always wander back to me,
He seeks truth.....
But she no longer gives,
She will fade from the pages but never from his mind she knows him too well
it is he who is under the spell.......
Don't Look BackHead held high I walk quietly along,Don't Look Back in Free Verse More Like This
Though shrouded in doubt I still stand strong,
To find that fit where I finally belong,
Has been my muse,my dream for way too long.
Just walk away it's what you do best,
Joining a common number just like the rest,
Self centered greed among vain human traits,
Will confine your soul upon it's fate
try & reform karma's in wait...........
Feverish TouchAs they touch in the bright moonlight a spark ignites,Feverish Touch in Free Verse More Like This
To create a dance such as the ancients,a flame unites,
The drum sounds a slow,heavy, hypnotic beat,
Bodies in motion consumed with unbridled heat.
Lost in the rhythm they cannot see the power they create,
Desire and passions climbing higher with it the ground quakes,
To watch it can cause such an ache,given the feverish pitch comes due,
For the connection seen there is visions of a dream come true.........
UnpredictableAs the storm builds it speaks to me,Unpredictable in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Of turmoil of life of woes to be,
Untamed,unpredictable,uncertainty in every case,
With the lightening and the roar of thunder,wind gust caressing all space.
As it whips around you no place is safe,
The sound is eerie as the quiet promises a storm to make,
Truth to the land for which I was born,
Feeling the energy build in might and scale.
Trained to beware of a chaos that can issue even hail.
A part of life you seem to get use to well,
Just as each day living gives many twist and turns,
Upon a moment changes to funnels,tornados,floods true to form we learn.
As in living destruction can be found,
These elements that cannot be predicted surround,
In a seconds notice your world can blow away,
For nothing is safe,tomorrow can change come what may.........
No longerNo longer can my mind take the boundries my physical nature sets,No longer in Free Verse More Like This
Like too much of a good thing some things should never be tried to achieve,
In life your limitations should be kept within the sphere of your reality,
Knowing that extremes can take you places that are beyond reach.
No matter how bad you want them,
Remember why you weren't able to ever go there,
I expect the fall out to cripple the weakest links,
If I can weather the storm approaching I have done well.
My emotions set in a turmoil of expectations I should never set to high,
For I know the fall out has never been good,
Tried true it willl never be accepted by any,
I can no longer take the agony of defeat the loss that only I can see.
I will be taken each time to that place of doom and desolate embrace,
My nature is to love but for myself it is to destroy all chances of anything
other than my loneliness and agony,
I saw the light but even that turned it's back as I knew it does each time,
For in that realm no on
SereneFor the serenity I seek is lost in shadow,Serene in Free Verse More Like This
Like the passion and desire I struggle to embrace
but settle for comfort instead in it's place,
Hidden deep in a past and wondering can anyone unleash again,
But to faith that one day a dream it will no longer be and begin.
That someone will take my hand and stand beside me,
Warm my heart console and guide me,
To a sensual romance only together can create,
A magical power with ties so strong they never break.
In my darkest times I seek only the light,
When nightmares invade I reach for positive right,
To uncloud the gloom and give forth a calm oasis,
A beacon to strive for a way to quiet pleasureable places.
As I fight comformity and normalcy tooth and nail,
I find other's not so kind to indifference and in this I fail,
I accept all and judge not to accept all as they be,
For if I did I'd be something I am not and I could not be me.
For YouFor you I hope for a calmness only peace brings,For You in Free Verse More Like This
To know you are happy and loved,
Someone to share lifes ups and downs with,
For once you gave me so much this I will never forget and you lie within my heart always,
each night I whisper your name in the darkness that is Me.................
Nothing ever works for me.....To what purpose do I serve,Nothing ever works for me..... in Free Verse More Like This
Is this what life is reduced to,
Never being good enough in other's eyes in the perception
of what they think your life should be,
To have so called friends benefit from you and promise things
they never intend on delivering.
Just to kick you when your down pushing you further to the brink,
Always telling you what to do and never thankful you help them get ahead,
The one's you love you can never please and never living up to their ideal,
Unworthy the feeling never deserving love or praise.
But okay when they need or want from you,
I give up and they wonder why I want to leave this life
and start over far away,
Hoping to salvage some piece of yourself and aspire for better
nothing but broken heart,dreams and hopes lie at your feet
following you through each day,
To what I pray am I here for what does life mean for me is it all a bad dream
will it all fade away..............
Defying space and timeFrom that instant glance it soars into matter,Defying space and time in Free Verse More Like This
On that first touch time stands still and all will shatter,
Can I dare expect more or is that my selfish part,
Although a world divides can that connection spark.
The depth was it real or doomed to part,
Any questions seem mute in retrospect and heart,
When courting unknown none never knows what to expect,
Does the ecstacy I felt truly belong or misplaced at best.
Intense boundries can be mislead but does in time it erase,
Is it possible future and past dreams can currently co-exist in space,
Does your soul find things it currently missed,
Or does the mind play tricks envisioning your dream in mist.
Can your spirit join like so few do,
Or is it hope making one fit your own needs too,
Truth and honor plus loyalty is key to ultimate unity,
As such be true can one love so free.
One day shall I wake to touch the real you,
Will my nights be woken to find warmth to lean into,
Did I lose the battle again the one and same,
To hope never again to b
desolateAs life has its up and downs,desolate in Free Verse More Like This
Can no longer abide feeling like a clown,
To hold so much and have it fly away,
Was never yours to make it stay..
Trapped and alone I can no longer breath,
Mark my words this harsh life makes you bleed,
When all hope is gone and you are so unsure,
Faith for a love sought innnocent and pure,
If such a thing ever exits,
I will gladly pay the price it lists,
For truth and honor a thing of the past,
Those little things cost nothing but don't seem to last....................
Tamario - Pre-parade Capitulo 15Tamario - Pre-parade Capitulo 15 in General Fiction More Like This
-¡hoy nos toca!- grita Fredlyn con todas sus fuerzas mientras me toma de los hombros.
-¡Si! ¿No están emocionados? Al fin mostraremos al mundo algo que juntos hicimos… y debo admitir que el video quedo hermoso :3-
-si, creo que si… pero aun así, necesitare esto- Jame se cubre inmediatamente con el gorro de su chamarra. Ay, Jame… simplona no será…
Ya pasaron los días y ya es momento de la exposición de los videos. Jame ha estado completamente avergonzada de ello. Dice que salio horrible, que simplemente no le gusta como salio… pero, si le pudiera decir, debería admitir que si esta muy bien.
Bueno es que… ¿Cómo decirlo?... la voz de Jame es muy hermosa. Aun recuerdo cuando canto en la ventana… obviamente me descubrió y ya sabrán la que me puso, aun me duele la mejilla desde ese entonces .-. pero… no me arrepiento.
Como sea, tamb
Tamario - Pre-parade Capitulo 13Tamario - Pre-parade Capitulo 13 in General Fiction More Like This
Ya pasa y pasa el tiempo en la hora de clase.
Si le soy sincera a todo mundo, la única clase que de verdad me gusta en esta escuela es música. Es en la única que me siento cómoda… por suerte todos los días es la ultima, por lo que no me voy del todo abochornada a casa.
-bueno alumnos- empieza a decir la maestra después de escribir algo en el pizarrón: -no creo que muchos lo sepan, pero en unas semanas tendremos los exámenes de Diciembre, pero… les traigo algo interesante-
Todos se quedan en silencio… es como si fuera a decir algo de lo que sus vidas llegara a depender o algo así porque también la miran fijamente, sin perder ni por un segundo la vista de ella.
-haremos equipos de cuatro integrantes para realizar este examen, cada equipo realizara un video musical, como esos de sus artistas favoritos que tanto les encantan, en vez de examen les pondré esto, ¿les pa
Un viaje al futuro 2De repente, se deciso la capa de enegia y aparecieron en el patio de la supuesta casa de Marie.Un viaje al futuro 2 in Sci-Fi More Like This
Marie: -es extraño... Se ve como mi casa-
Thomas: -no te dejes engañar por las apariencias, quien sabe que aguarda el futuro para nosotros...-
¿?: -es una broma no?-
Los dos voltearon hacia abajo y vieron a Oliver: -que haces aquí?!-
Oliver: -repitiendo la historia?-
Thomas: -tiene que ser una broma! Por tu culpa sucedió lo de la anterior vez, mas vale que no lo arruines esta vez...-
Oliver: -ok, tranquilo, tengo 12, entiendo a la perfección-
De repente, se escucho como alguien habría la puerta del patio. Era una niña pelirroja de 10 años acompañada por un niño castaño de 11. Inmediatamente, se escondieron detrás del árbol del patio.
Niña: -apúrate! Ya quiero iniciar con el proyecto!-
Niño: -tranquila, te pareces a mama...-
Niña: -pues me alegra...-
Niño: -y exactamente porque?-
Hasta el mas inocente sufre...Hasta el mas inocente sufre... in General Fiction More Like This
Alguna vez has pensado... ¿porque te ha tocado una vida así? Si eres tan bueno con todos... ¿porque me pasa todo este mal? ¿Porque estuve destinado a que todo fuera así?...
Yo me he preguntado todo eso cada uno de mis días desde el accidente... desde que perdí lo único que me quedaba en la vida... desde que mi vida dio un giro drástico.
¿Creo que los estoy confundiendo un poco, no? Les contare la historia desde un principio... desde cuando dos personas, una llamada Mackenzie y uno llamado Ty se conocieron: mis padres.
Ambos se conocieron en una convocatoria de música, mi papa era un gran músico, lo cual cautivo al corazón de mi mama. Se conocieron mas... empezaron amigos y terminaron siendo novios. Tuvieron un romance largo y duradero...
Hasta que Best Year Ever llego
Mi mama se encargaba de su disquera y gracias a ellos despidieron a papa... ahí fue donde inicio la venganza hacia
PnF2: Un nuevo miembro en la familiaEra un hermoso dia en Danville. La casa Flynn Garcia-Shapiro estaba tranquila, por ahora...PnF2: Un nuevo miembro en la familia in General Fiction More Like This
Una niña de tres años, llamada Marie, estaba jugando con su padre, Phineas Flynn, cuando entro Isabella.
Isabella: -Phineas, cariño... me duele mucho la panza...-
Phineas: -quieres que te lleve con un doctor?-
Isabella: -si... ay!-
Phineas: -Izzy! Tranquila, te voy a llevar-
Isabella solo sonrío y después hizo otra mueca de dolor.
Phineas: -Marie, te llevare con Thomas-
E inmediatamente, subieron al auto.
<<<<< Al llegar con los Fletcher... >>>>>
Tamario - Pre-parade Capitulo 7Tamario - Pre-parade Capitulo 7 in General Fiction More Like This
Bueno… los días han pasado…
Nada ha cambiado en especial. Eliot sigue yendo a mi casa a cocinarme, hacer las tareas principales, etc.
Ok, ok, debo reconocer que ahora le digo Eliot, eso es un cambio…Nerd ya no se me hacia tan original, supongo. Aunque también ha cambiado un poco por el hecho de que sus primas y su susodicha novia, Cherlene, están con nosotros.
¡No puedo creer que haya soportado toda su vida a esas tres chicas! Son una molestia TOTAL. Las tres juntas son un HORROR, con dos de ellas, sigue siendo lo mismo. Lo curioso es que si solo estas con una es completamente diferente…
Muestran una actitud muy diferente… siento… que muestran en verdad lo que son y no lo que demuestran otras veces. Son raritas, pero me caen bien. Bueno… considerando que son casi las primeras amigas que tengo…
Ahora mismo me dirijo a la escuela en mi Taxi. Esta vez no pasamos por Eliot porque esta enfermo… me aviso casi a las cinco de la
Tamario - Pre-parade Capitulo 1-¡Vamos, preséntate querida! -Tamario - Pre-parade Capitulo 1 in General Fiction More Like This
Ella no mostraba otro signo de emoción, solo se quedaba parada… tomo con una de sus manos su copete y cubrió la mitad de su cara mientras sus labios se movían temerosamente: -J-Jame Fletcher…-
-bueno, bienvenida y esperemos que esta escuela sea de tu agrado, ahora… veamos…- el maestro buscaba con sus ojos algún mesabanco desocupado. No se porque, pero ROGUE que no notara que uno de los mesabancos vacíos se encuentra justo DETRÁS de MI: -¡oh, ahí un asiento detrás del muchacho Mario Flynn!-
Tamario - Pre-parade Capitulo 4Tamario - Pre-parade Capitulo 4 in General Fiction More Like This
Veo el sol salir…
Bueno, al menos los amaneceres se ven de maravilla desde esta casucha. Preparo todo para la escuela… a pasar por ese infierno de nuevo.
Aun me pregunto un poco porque ayer, esas “chicas”, si podría llamarlas así, se comportaron de esa manera conmigo… ne… da igual.
Si lo hacen de nuevo, me conocerán DE VERDAD.
En fin. No se cocinar ni nada por el estilo. No deje nada de anoche. Maldita sea. Me voy sin desayunar. Como siempre. Salgo del apartamento hacia el lobit. Por la puerta puedo ver el Taxi que contrato ese viejo exclusivamente para mi. Me subo.
-buenos días, señorita Jame- me dice el conductor.
-solo conduce, se me hace tarde- le contesto de mala gana mientras me lanzo al suave asiento de atrás. Me importa un comino lo que diga ese sujeto sinceramente.
Puedo sentir el suspirar del joven y empieza conducir. El colegia queda lejos, por lo que en el c
TnM - They don't know about us TrailerNadie sabe como paso, nadie sabe como empezo, nadie sabe como termino... nadie sabe sobre lo que paso entre nosotros dos, ni siquiera nuestros padres mismos.TnM - They don't know about us Trailer in General Fiction More Like This
Muchos diran que nos conocimos en la Preparatoria, nos amamos tanto que nos prometimos estar juntos por siempre, fuimos a la misma Universidad, nos casamos, tan tan.
Jeje, no todas las historias son iguales.
Nuestra historia comienza completamente diferente... si les soy sincera... desde el dia en que abri mis ojos al mundo.
¿Ven?... nadie sabe nada sobre nosotros.
Tamario - Pre-parade Capitulo 12Tamario - Pre-parade Capitulo 12 in General Fiction More Like This
Ah… todo se torna mucho mejor al día siguiente.
Bueno, en cierto modo. Mama se puso histérica al verme en tal estado cuando regreso a casa, ya se imaginaran la cantidad de preguntas que me hizo y el hecho de que me llevo al hospital casi a las fuerzas.
Aun así, es mi madre y… sabiendo que ahora ella sola cuida de un hijo una hijita… es razón para preocuparse así. Digo, si yo fuera así, viudo… protegería a mis hijos con toda mi vida y los ayudaría lo posible para olvidar el dolor de la perdida pero no a su madre, ¿me explico, no?
En fin. Me revisaron y toda la cosa, el doctor me dio un pequeño tratamiento para mejorarme de mi pie lo mas rápido posible… lo único incomodo es que tendré que usar muletas por una semana ¬¬
Ya que, así es la vida.
Pero… igual… nadie se preocupa por mí. Parece a veces que soy completamente invisibl
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 11. Best Friends ForeverA Very Different Reaper Chapter 1 in Sketches More Like This
The Grim Reaper appeared before the two children and the hamster. His face - in fact, all of his features - were completely shrouded by the robe of woven darkness he wore. Only his scythe was visible, and the blade seemed too thin, as though it weren't entirely there.
"I am here," the reaper spoke, "for a...Mr. Jiggles?"
"NO!" the boy said, crying and simpering. "You can't take Mr. Jiggles!"
"He's right," the girl said. "I need him for a school project. You can't have him."
The Grim Reaper looked over the two children defying him. "Really?" His voice seemed a hissing of steam from unknowable depths of time. "And what do you intend to do...to stop me?"
The girl looked up at him. "How about a game?"
"And what are the terms?" he asked her, interested.
"We fight. You win, you get the hamster."
"I get him anyway. What's in it for me to accept your
A Very Different Reaper 33. From the Diary of Mandy 1A Very Different Reaper 3 in Sketches More Like This
Grim...intrests me. He's...not what I was expecting. Okay, that's not quite right. He's everything I expected from the Grim Reaper: awe-inspiring, powerful, mysterious, shadowed, terrifying and comforting at the same time...but he's also more.
When Billy put our lives on the line for Mr. Jiggles, I knew I had to think fast. I know the rules of the games with Death. Death always wins. The only way I could make it out of that one alive was if I made losing as appealing to Death as winning. That was the only way I would have a chance.
People have often wondered why I hang out with Billy. It's...complicated and simple at the same time. You see, there's this...gift I've always had. When I stare into someone's eyes, I see everything they want to hide: their secret hopes, desires, fears, dreams...everything that makes them who they are. I see th
A Very Different Reaper 88. The Truth Will OutA Very Different Reaper 8 in Sketches More Like This
Mandy sat in her office. She'd managed to make a nice little empire in the last ten years. The world didn't know it yet, but she was ultimately in charge. It didn't matter who ran what company, what city, what COUNTRY. Trace it all backwards through the underground channels, and eventually it all came back to her.
But it wasn't an iron fisted rule...nor was it for the betterment of mankind. She enjoyed watching the human struggle, as wars were fought, and any number of other events occured. Watching humanity scurry like so many ant colonies, knowing how easily she could bring it all to an end with a few well placed words...
"Is this what it's like to be a god?" she asked herself as she stared at the latest reports. She glanced down at her schedule. She remembered she had that appointment with the Prime Minister day after tomorrow...
Her schedule had changed. For tomo
A Very Different Reaper EpilogueEpilogue: Telling a StoryA Very Different Reaper Epilogue in Sketches More Like This
Marcus slowly closed the book. He gently ran his hand through his shoulder length dirty-blonde hair and blinked his blue eyes. "And that, Miria, is how the line of the reaper began. Every child of the family Black is born with the power of Death inside them...and a weapon of Death at their command, though only the Reaper himself will wield the scythe." He brushed the sword at his waist: a blade so thin it was invisible, and a skull and crossbones hilt motif. "This is the story of our family. So, Miria...any questions?"
The three year old girl looked up at him. She had midnight black hair and her mother's black eyes. Reaching under the blankets, she pulled out a chainsaw with a glowing blue chain. She revved it up. "Can I cut you to pieces?" she asked, her voice high pitched and adorable.
Marcus chuckled, and kissed her on the forehead. "Swee
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 22. From the Diary of the Reaper 1A Very Different Reaper Chapter 2 in Sketches More Like This
It has been two weeks since I became 'BFF's with this most unusual girl child. Admittedly, the boy often tags along for the ride, and since Mandy seems to be happy with that - or as happy as she gets - I tolerate his presence. However, I find myself unable to bring out even the slightest affection or amusement out of his antics. I would be much happier if his hourglass were to run out.
Mandy...now there is the conundrum. Children are supposed to be the innocents of the world...and in her own way, she is. She is an...innocent evil, I suppose you could say. She knows she is evil, and in her eyes, there is nothing wrong with this. It is most intruiging.
We have had a few adventures, I guess you could call them. Mass destruction, demons from other realms, creatures of the night...very everyday matters for me, but they seemed intruiging to young Mandy. Oddly e
A Very Different Reaper 44. Idle ConversationsA Very Different Reaper 4 in Sketches More Like This
It was an ordinary day in Endsville. Nothing much was happening - for once. Mandy glanced over to where Grim had taken up his usual place, leaning on his scythe standing by the couch, watching TV with her. Something was off with his stance, though. He seemed...perterbed, almost. "Something bothering you, Grim?"
He chuckled. "It's unlike you to ask after my emotional state, Mandy. If anyone else were here, they'd think you were going...soft."
Mandy glowered. "Do you want to talk or not?"
He chuckled again. There was something strange about his chuckle. It was almost...human. "Very well. Some of the creatures of the occult world are...expressing discontent with my preoccupation with events here in Endsville. THey feel it is wrong of me to befriend a mortal, whatever the reason."
"What do they know? For that matter,
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 55. From the Diaries 2A Very Different Reaper Chapter 5 in Sketches More Like This
The Reaper's Diary
I have made a rather drastic decision. I did not get approval from Azrael for this. I fear I may incur his displeasure for this. Even so, I will not reverse this decision, whatever the consequences, and any who would try to circumvent my will in this will have to pry my scythe from my cold, dead fingers.
Mandy's hourglass has run out of sand, and I am going to do...nothing. I will not attempt to add sand to her hourglass, and I will not take her head. The universe says she should be dead now, but the universe hasn't taken me into account.
I've cast a spell over her hourglass. While there is still no sand in it, so long as I do not hold the hourglass, the universe will take her into account, where otherwise the force of history would attempt to erase her.
This is a great wrong against the Duty, to not take someone who has passed their time. But I do not care.
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 66. An Unhappy BirthdayA Very Different Reaper Chapter 6 in Sketches More Like This
Mandy lounged in the backyard by the pool, incredibly bored. It was her 13th birthday, and everyone had thrown her a surprise party...which she had found out about three weeks in advance, due to Billy's inability to keep a secret. There were tons of presents, of course, and those boys not to wierded out by her attitude were attempting - pathetically - to flirt. She admitted she looked good, but still, could they be anymore obvious?
Grim was the only point of interest at the party. He simply stood, watching everything. At other times, his presence would go unnoticed or uncommented on, but his gaze seemed to be more piercing today. When she felt it pass over her, she felt a sudden delighted shiver pass over her.
What was wrong with her? Had she developed a...a CRUSH on the Grim Reaper? THat was totally ridiculous. But then again...she had always felt drawn to power, a
A Very Different Reaper Chapter 77. From the Diaries 3A Very Different Reaper Chapter 7 in Sketches More Like This
From the Diary of the Reaper
I have commited a terrible sin aginst the Duty...and I am unrepentant. Azrael is displeased, and many amongst the realms of the occult begin to speak out against me, saying I am not cut out for the job. I silenced them easily, saying that I answer only to Azrael, and if they dislike my actions as Reaper they are free to challenge me for the post. Since the sin against the Duty, I have had three such challenges, each ending the same: the fall of my opponent.
The sin I have commited...I took a life before its appointed time. But for what he sought to do, I would drag him to the depths of hell with my own two hands.
Not knowing one is doing wrong is no excuse for such actions...
From the Diary of Mandy
I still can't believe it nearly happened. I'd heard that there had been...incidents around. Girls found dead, signs of rape. Police were searching f
LES AMANTS II - THE LOVERS II(English translation below)LES AMANTS II - THE LOVERS II in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
La belle me glisse
Sa langue douce et subtile
En haut de mes cuisses
Frantz, mars 2012.
My beauty slides
Her soft and subtle tongue
At the top of my thighs
Frantz, March 2012
COMPTINE DES ROSES - ROSES COMPTINE(english version below)COMPTINE DES ROSES - ROSES COMPTINE in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Comptine des Roses
Tu aimais tant les roses
Et mes petits poèmes
Sur tes paupières closes
J'en ai répandu blêmes
Tu aimais tant les roses
Et les soirs apaisés
Dans les bleus tu reposes
Les bleus des bien-aimés
Tu aimais tant les roses
Mais je n'en avais pas
Dans les heures moroses
Où j'ai su ton trépas
Tu aimais tant les roses
Il y en a toujours
Viens les voir si tu l'oses
Les roses des amours
Tu aimais tant les roses
Et voici des poèmes
Pour tes métamorphoses
Jamais de chrysanthèmes
J'ai déposé des roses
Toi qui les aimais tant
Des cendres ecchymoses
Ma petite maman
Frantz, 6 avril 2012.
Roses, you loved them so
My little poems also
On your closed eyelids
Pale, I poured them
Roses, you loved them so
And the soothed evenings
In the blues you rest
The blues of the beloved
Roses, you loved them s
WARPHORISME IQu'est-ce que la suspicion ?WARPHORISME I in Letters More Like This
Pour un homme, c'est flairer qu'on lui cache la vérité. Pour une femme, c'est trouver étrange qu'on la lui dise !
L'ABBE PRESENTE : CREER UN GROUPE SUR DA (I)L'ABBE PRESENTE : CREER UN GROUPE SUR DA (I) in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Vous voici sur DA, le site des artistes joyeux, et vous décidez, hop, soit de créer un groupe in petto, soit d'être recruté comme contributeur au sein d'un autre. Des gens de bonne volonté au service des artistes de bonne volonté. C'est parti pour des mois de travail ardu, dans la bonne humeur et la rigueur objective des classements artistiques. Vraiment ? Comment dit-on, déjà... ah, oui : lol.
Chapitre I : de la diversité en matière de création de groupe.
Vous avez créé votre groupe : "la-société-noire-des-ténèbres-obscures-de-lilith-la-sombre-666", ou "pour-l'inscription-du-manga-au-patrimoine-immatériel-de-l'humanité" ; ou encore "Bonjour-madame", un groupe consacré à la philosophie du bondage dans les couvents de la Beauce. Bien sûr, vous vous faites conspuer par la foule, puisque la Beauce huée, mais là n'est pas la question. Vous voici devant plusieurs choix possibles :
a) Quel medium utiliser ? Images, mots, traditionnel, digital, photos, artisanat ? Tous ?
Drunk-ku IILever à 17hDrunk-ku II in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
dans mon vieux tish iron maiden
- la chambre tangue
EXORCISTE DE STYLEVersion Audio Ici !EXORCISTE DE STYLE in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Le bal où balbutie un blême baladin
Mène la maure mare en amère manière
Tel Thanatos tapi, tentant de sa tanière
Parsemer le parfum d'un pâle paladin.
Passant la palissade en puissant palatin
On nie la lie limpide où l'âne sans lanière
Banni, va balader bonne et blonde bannière
Dans l'opalin palais latin du palatin.
Vérace, on scie la vis vorace au vert vaisseau
Fou, le sceau de la fesse a faussé le faisceau
Et la crise se frise, emprise qui se brise
Les brigades en bris, brebis brament briguant
La grise friandise où s'irise la brise
-La brune bruine brûle et brandit le brigand !
Nihilku I (fr/en)Anniversaires -Nihilku I (fr/en) in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
traînées de lune pendues
au bord des tombes
moon trails dangling
on graves' edges
Frantz, 25 Juillet 2013
WARPHORISME V.......WARPHORISME V in Philosophical More Like This
"On dit souvent que les yeux sont le reflet de l'âme... C'est pour ça que j'ai toujours le regard dans le vide !"
Frantz, 2 avril 2012.
DESIR DE MOTSDe ce désir des mots, j'ai oublié les règles ultimesDESIR DE MOTS in Free Verse More Like This
Et je t'ai ouvert mon cur, sans crainte aucune
Pendant les nuits sans lune pour éclairer ma plume
J'ai oublié tes maux, j'ai oublié ta chair, ton sang
Pendant cette nuit sans lune, je dilue l'encre
Pour écrire ces mots, à l'ombre de ton souvenir
SoleilLe soleil est de retour,Soleil in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
oubli des mots partagés
la lumière m'aveugle...
Ni fleur...Du plus loin de mon esprit imprégné, taguéNi fleur... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ne peut que sourdre une obligeante réminiscence .
Le néant crève, de sa lancinante subsistance
Mes aubes et mes crépuscules. Je me sens noyée.
Ni fleur, ni déesse, seule à l'orée de chemins
Pas vus, pas pris... j'attendais et rien n'est venu.
La forêt est amène et mes pas incongrus
Ne font aucun bruit, la lune porte mon chagrin.
Un arbre est mortLe vieil arbre est mortUn arbre est mort in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
mais son ombre est encore là
sereine ~ protectrice
Le rouge-gorge et la louveUn rouge-gorge s'en revenant en son nidLe rouge-gorge et la louve in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Se félicite de rapporter la pitance à ses oisillons chéris.
Mais il ne trouve que plumes et sang dans l'abri.
Un serpent avait fait bombance pendant son absence.
Dans son désarroi, le bel oiseau laisse son âme entrer en errance,
Au pied de l'arbre se lamente, montrant à qui veut sa désespérance.
Une louve qui cherchait dans les sous-bois quelque subsistance
Dans un fourré, des bruits de sanglots entendit et s'approcha
A pas feutrés, débusquant enfin l'endroit d'où émanait ce vif désarroi.
- Quel est cet insondable émoi, pourquoi es tu enchifrené?
Dit l'élégant animal à l'emplumé.
- Un grand malheur, répondit l'oiseau. Un reptile a détruit mon logis,
Et mangé mes oiselets. Tu me ferais honneur en abrégeant ma vie,
D'un coup de tes crocs acérés, mes souffrances abréger.
Le regainLe temps du regainLe regain in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
celui des tendres béguins
osait se dire le merle
Il prit le temps de chanter
pour de nouveau espérer
Tanka du renouveauD'hiver en printempsTanka du renouveau in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
demain est un autre jour
le jardin le sait
Si tu te mets à douter
Écoute les semis germer
LE PRIX A PAYERLa liberté a un prix que l'argent n'achète pas, bien évidement, je paie le prix aujourd'hui de choix dûs à la non-confiance en moi, je paie le prix de combats dans lesquels je n'ai pas versé le sang de mes sentiments, je paie le prix de n'avoir pas voyagé mes rêves, je paie le prix de n'avoir pas aimé jusqu'au bout.LE PRIX A PAYER in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Fin du voyageAprès ma trop longue erranceFin du voyage in Free Verse More Like This
Il fallait bien me résoudre à l'évidence
Vous n'étiez pas de ce monde.
Épuisée, par cette route si longue
A un carrefour, j'ai posé mon paquetage
Pour augurer la fin possible du voyage.
Perplexe, j'ai regardé en arrière
J'avais franchi tant de barrières
Sans atteindre la félicité.
Il avait été logique de regarder mes pieds
Afin, de pouvoir avancer
Pourtant, j'en ai oublié l'essentiel...
Je n'ai pas discerné le ciel.
DawnDawn in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How dawns the morn so very bright and bold
that night's dark face can only turn away;
and all our dreams in sunlit skies are sold
as eventide gives pardon to the day.
She feels the cloak of dreams unclasp their sway
and fading softly spun into the gold,
that she will rise from sleep and make her way
ere morning grows another second old.
Bronze JohnBronze John in Free Verse More Like This
It's fever season
and the city shutters
its walls and streets,
closes up shops
and drops an awning
over the river.
Pontchartrain is clogged
with yellow flies again
and the soft warning
of women's skirts
disturbs the dust.
Breathing does no good here -
the lungs still sag
in the heat
and skin is soon pocked
by travelers in the dark.
Each brick shifts and protests,
wondering what is wrong
and why no one
is growing old.
Only the doctor moves,
stepping on cracks
like a criminal
in search of miracles
DriftwoodDriftwood in Free Verse More Like This
around the dawn
as if begging
for a favor,
so smooth and sharp
worn bare by August -
a mermaid's rib
rubs salt from sand,
the battering lilt of seagulls
against the summer sun.
Ink and SmokeInk and Smoke in Free Verse More Like This
She loved the scent
of ink and smoke -
and the way strangers
caressed her name
like the verdant rushes
rolling off the river bank,
or a low slung
across the floor.
Mornings found her
where the light
and the cat's tale
lingered like a secret,
waking her from dreams
brighter than early frost.
But it was night
that bought and sold her,
made her heart a trinket,
dressing her in silk
as new as nuptials -
that flagrant shade of flush
and the rough and tumble
of her hips
serenading the world
The HarpThe Harp in Free Verse More Like This
Pluck any of my strings
till you find one
that sings to you -
something dark throated
like the jewelled thrush
upon my sill.
Ponder its strange weight,
the terrible beauty
of its voice;
the way it winds inside you
and pulls you close
like skin shuttering out
And then let it resonate
taut and tight
against your ears -
each note a raw hope
that hides tomorrow
and keeps you running
from the light.
Tinderbox HeartTinderbox Heart in Free Verse More Like This
In the puddle-drummed madness
of the dawn,
we find ourselves
topple-winged and cresting
like young colts,
the trees closing their eyes
at our haste.
treble-footed and deft,
through a green that yawns -
the mist clinging,
sweet sod of daybreak,
and your thrum-breasted heart
warm as a tinderbox
left beating at my feet.
The one that got awayI don't want to lookThe one that got away in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At you and your new relationship.
Because you were the one
That got away.
We were high school sweethearts.
Meant to be.
You said I was the one.
But look at us now.
I was your Romeo,
You were my Juliet.
We were two lovers,
Fighting against the world.
It was us against everyone.
We were so happy.
Without you though,
I'm just a half of a whole.
If I had the chance,
To make you mine again.
I would take it,
Without a second thought.
We were simply meant to be,
Now look at us now.
In another life than
What we thought would happen.
Now you're with him,
And I'm with her,
And all I can do,
Is sit here and think about you.
I would trade the word,
Just to have you in my arms again.
Because you were the one,
The one that got away.
A fairytaleI have treasures and jewelsA fairytale in Free Verse More Like This
Anything a man could desire
Glimmering gold and shinning silver,
Ruby rich rings and crystal crowns
There is something though,
Something that mortal men value
I think they call her,
Maybe if I take her
The people might be nice to me
Lands worship me,
For I am more precious
Than any metal
I don't do much yet
People love me
On another boring day
It bursts through.
It takes me
And flies far, far away
From my safe castle.
How dare it take our princess!
Taking our gold, burn our villages
But this time
This time it has gone too far.
Do not worry my princess
For I shall save you
If you just hang on.
I think she is scared of me
But who wouldn't be?
I took her from her home,
I breathe fire,
I am full of claws and teeth
Maybe I should take her back
I just want a friend though.
IT maybe isn't so bad.
IT brings me food,
And doesn't hurt me
I just want to go home though.
I burst through the cave wall
You shall not hurt our princess!
I shout, valiant a
The Caged Birds SongFor the caged birdThe Caged Birds Song in Free Verse More Like This
sings of freedom.
The caged bird sings
to hear his own songs.
For in all the twitters and tweets,
and in the cries and screams,
the caged bird sings
to hear the song of freedom
that it shall never know.
The caged bird has no use for words
or shouts of anger and sobs of terror.
The caged bird only needs its song.
Through bars and glass
the caged bird sings its song
and the caged bird and I,
we sing together,
because we are not free
in mind and soul
but together we are free
ShadowsThey crawl at the edges,Shadows in Free Verse More Like This
Creeping, slowly moving forward.
I cannot escape from them.
They want to drag me down,
Down into that deep dark abyss,
Where you never see the light again.
How can I escape?
There's no way out.
They're going to get me,
And swallow me whole.
The shadows tear at the edge of my sanity.
Laughing at me.
I can see demonic smiles in the shadows
The demons want me.
How can I escape?
They're after me.
With their mocking laughs,
Their taunting smiles,
Their claws ripping at my spirit.
I can't escape the shadows,
They follow me everywhere.
Soon they will get me,
And I'll be one with the shadows.
Finally, they will have what they want.
TimeTime in Free Verse More Like This
There is nothing more devastating
Than losing a loved one
Knowing that you will never
Hear their voice again
Or feel their touch, or see them smile
It's heart breaking
Time is a powerful thing
One that is forever
Time takes everything
And makes it it's own
They say that time
Heals all wounds
Time only created more scars
As the ones that it caused before
Begin to heal
To lose a loved one
Is a tragedy all in its own
But don't be sad
You will see them again
Because while time takes everything it can
Will take you too.
Time takes everything
And eventually it even takes you.
Be a phoenixI want nothing moreBe a phoenix in Free Verse More Like This
Than to be seen
For who I am
Are always telling me
Who to be
And who I am
I'll shout to the sky,
This isn't me
Only I can be me.
I'll be gone before you know
Who you think I am
Are always telling me
Who to be
And who I am
Hush be quiet
Listen for once,
To the real me
Don't fall to others
Stand on your own
You're torn to pieces
Are always telling me
Who to be
And who I am
Be a phoenix in the ground
Don't let them get you down
You are you
And no one, no one
Can ever tell you
Who you are
Show the people
Who you are.
Mirror, mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wall in Free Verse More Like This
Show me the tragedy
Of us all
A family torn apart,
Loved ones lost forever, never to return
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Show me the feelings
Of us all
Flashes of gray
And a heart, broken in half
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the crime
Of us all
Fighting over meaningless issues
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the history
Of us all
A soldier, bloodied and tainted,
Trucking through blood covered ground.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me a place
That is safe for us all
A utopia of peace and love
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the hope
Of us all
Children, their eyes filled with innocence
Run and play throughout the land
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the hero
That's within us all
A figure walking
Gives a dollar to a struggling man
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me the ones
We've all lost
Elderly, with tears in their eyes
And families being reunited
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Show me the wants
Of us all