Female Hawaiian NamesAFemale Hawaiian Names in Settings More Like This
Ake-akamai Yearning for wisdom
Alana Awakening, Offering
Alani Orange tree
Alaula Light of dawn
Aloha Love, Kindness
Alohi Brilliant light
Female Greek NamesAcantha ThornFemale Greek Names in Settings More Like This
Acte Corn, Meal
Adrasteia Undaunted, Does not run away
Aegea Wavy sea
Aegle Dazzling light, Brilliant
Aella Storm swift, Whirlwind
Phoenician NamesAbdastartus Champion of AstartPhoenician Names in Settings More Like This
Abibaal My Father is Baal
Adonia My Lord is Baal
Adonibaal Baal is my Lord
Ahinadab My brother is noble
Female Roman NamesAFemale Roman Names in Settings More Like This
Agrippina Wild horse, Born feet first
Amaranta Flower that never fades
Amelia Industrious, Admiring
America Land o
Hawaiian namesAHawaiian names in Settings More Like This
Aka' Aka Laugh
Akamu Red earth
Akoni Worthy of praise
Alii-loa High Chief
Names:PopularName MeaningNames:Popular in Settings More Like This
Abner Father of light
Achilles Ascendant Hero
Adrian Dark, Rich, Noble, From Adria
Aeolus Ruler of the winds
Female Phoenician NamesAnath SingerFemale Phoenician Names in Settings More Like This
Alissa Virgin, Wanderer
Baalat Lady, Mistress
Baalat Gebal Lady of Byblos
Batnoam Daughter of charm
Dido Virgin, Wanderer
Egyptian Names 1:AAa Great, ChiefEgyptian Names 1:A in Historical More Like This
Abayomi Brings Joy
Abju Hill of the Symbol
Female Names:PopularAbigail Father's joyFemale Names:Popular in Settings More Like This
Adela Noble and serene
Addison Child of Adam
Adrienne Of the sea, Dark, Wealthy
Alaina Fair one, Dear one
Alexis Helper of mankind
Amanda Worthy of being loved
Anastasia Risen again
Andromeda Rescued, Mindful of men
Angel Divine messenger
Antonia Great value
Ariel Lioness of GOD
Artemis Huntress, Safe
Ashante Warlike, Warrior
Pray for an end of MingiAmong some tribes in the Omo River Valley in southwestern EthiopiaPray for an end of Mingi in Profiles More Like This
certain children are considered Mingi (Impure, Ritually polluted)
Reasons for being declared Mingi are:
Being born out of wedlock.
Being the result of an unplanned pregnancy.
Being born a twin.
Being born with a cleft lip or palate.
Being born with some sort of deformity or imperfection.
Having one's genitals injured in some way.
Having ones teeth develop in the upper jaw before the lower jaw.
Chipping a tooth during childhood.
Children declared Mingi are considered cursed by the spirits.
It is believed that if allowed to live a Mingi child will bring misfortune to the community.
Children declared Mingi are either abandoned to die or killed.
Mingi children are either drowned, starved, or, in the case of infants,
have dirt stuffed in their mouths so that they choke to death.
Please, please pray that this evil practice stop!
INFO AND WAYS TO HELP.
Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 6Chapter 6Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Camur leaned to one side on his cane, and raised his opposite arm to give the book to Ami. Its cover was tattered and its pages were faded gold. Ami took it with a nod of thanks and waved Camur away.
When he was alone, Ami leaned on the edge of the table, opened the book and searched the pages for runes and rhymes.
He turned to one page that, in ancient rune writing, told of an ancient creature with eight wings, eyes of fire, ears of a stallion, and a mane that glowed with golden light. It said the creature had a horn between its horse ears. It had a head of an eagle, and had legs of a lion with horse’s feet at the hind legs. Human-like hands were up front that conducted works of light. It had four tails from its horse-like body: Two tails of a horse, one made of fire, and one of a lion.
Ami closed his eyes and tried to picture the creature clearly, but he found it difficult.
The sound of footsteps at his doorway broke through his thoughts. He looked up and found Sashae
Ode to the BeetleThe other day, I saw a little beetle on the wall in my bathroom; but it wasn't really on the wall--it was on the counter that curved up to the wall. He was about an inch on the wall, and then he fell down, onto his back. He wiggled his feet for a second, and righted himself. He then tried again, and made it up the wall, and I watched him. I could not help but admire him for that. He had fallen, but gotten back up, and tried again--and he got further the second time, with flying colors. That's more than I've done in my lifetime.Ode to the Beetle in Free Verse More Like This
Today, I saw him on the wall again, climbing around. I smiled at him, and said, "How's my little acrobat?"
And then I saw him again today...but he was in a little puddle of water on the counter, and he was still. My heart dropped. I even think I might have caused that small puddle of water on the counter. I frowned, and recalled the words from a Toy Story song. "And I will go sailing...no more..."
I took his little body up with toilet paper, and took him into th
Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter One“Rumpelstiltskin.”Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter One in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The man who stood before the throne in shackles muttered, “That’s my name, don’t wear it out. Oh wait.”
The queen continued: “You stand charged on theft, murder and treason.”
He said louder, “It’s technically not treason if I was never on your side—”
The man sighed.
“You stand charged on theft, murder and treason to the crown. Your sentence is death. Do you have anything to say before your sentence is carried out?”
The man smirked. “Oh, I have much to say, and if it pleases Your Majesty, I would like to say as much as I can before my sentence is carried out.”
The queen narrowed her eyes on the man, but nodded. “Very well,” she said bitterly. “Out with it.”
“First of all, it was not quite theft; it was kidnapping. Second, I was owed the prince years ago—by you, as a matter of fact—so I only killed what I owned
Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 1 Part 2Curse it, Phoenix swore as they all stood back to back in a circle. Where do these things come from? They just keep coming!Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 1 Part 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Griffin touched backs with his mages. Stand your ground, he called to everyone.
We cant! Unicorn cried. Theres no ground left!
The dark wolves had surrounded them and each time the mages sliced them in two, they multiplied! Hundreds of these wolves surrounded the mages.
Finally, just before they were about to pounce, the doppelganger cried out and called his dogs. The wolves paused and waited as their master rode his black horse toward his captives. His head lowered, as if he looked at them from unseen eyes; words came from his voice, as if he spoke from an unseen mouth: You mages have a choice. Either come quietly with no struggle, or die where you stand.
Unicorn frowned. Thats not a choice, thats a double-edged sword.
Pegasus looked at him. Is it jus
Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter Three (part one)Chapter 3Rumpelstiltskin - Chapter Three (part one) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Last Spinning Wheel
Rumpelstiltskin made his way to a neighboring kingdom, but kept a low profile as he wandered in the woods, just on the edge of the city. He sat down on a wooden log, near a small stream, and opened the bag of food and items he had brought with him. He dug for an apple and glanced around at the trees and bushes that surrounded him. He listened to the running water and chirping birds. The sun was beginning to set at last. As he found an apple and bit into it, he glanced back in the direction from whence he came.
His thoughts went back to the queen. He pitied her more than anything. She could have done better than a greedy king. The kingdom deserved a better heir than—
Well, too late for that now. It’s in the past. Let it go.
Rumpelstiltskin turned back toward the stream and bit into his apple again.
He then heard a twig snap, and he whirled around just in time to see an arm reaching into the bag at his side. His hand flew and caught the arm j
Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 2Chapter 2Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the center of the Dead Tree forest, there lay a large open field of dead grassland. At the core of this grassland, there stood the Shadowlight Castle. In that castle, there was an enormous throne room that held a throne of gold and a man in black suede robes. He sat lazily on his throne and ran a hand through his long white hair.
The doors to the throne room opened and Sashae came walking into the room. Her dress, made of long crimson lace and linen sashes, swayed at her bare ankles. Her thick dark red hair bounced down at her back, and each time she was seen, she had the power to make men’s heart pound.
When she reached the throne, she dropped to one knee. Her sashes surrounded her long legs. She bowed her head and addressed her master: “My lord Ami,” she said. “The doppelganger has failed.”
Ami heard his name spoken clearly by his favorite servant. His name had come from an ancient line of summonors. The first part “A” was pronou
Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 3Chapter 3Mages of Myth - Book 1 Chapter 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Phoenix led the mages away from the Rune River, toward the Deadlands. Dead trees cringed and withered in these lands; tumble weeds tumbled and turned to ash at the end of their stumbles. The sky brightened; but then it turned a gloomy dark gray, almost purple. Night fell and the mages slept in a batch of desert.
Phoenix slept on his back and listened to the wind as it whistled grim laments of the forgotten past. He then heard a twig snap, and his eyes snapped open. He sprang to his feet, and saw a shadow scurry between the trees. He drew his sword. He then leapt through the trees and pounced upon the creature…
Upon a woman!
He gasped when he realized he had his blade to her delicate throat. He could feel her heart pound beneath his palm that pressed her to the ground.
Her red-wine eyes blazed up at him, frightened. Her long crimson curls splayed out over her shoulders that were bare, save for the red straps that held up her dress made of sashes. Her sashes were made of
MoustacheHer villain’s moustache had finally arrived in the post.Moustache in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Geneviève slapped it on and admired it in the mirror. It was long, divided in two, and pointing stiffly off to the sides with a curl at each end. Oh, yes—it was perfect. Goodbye to queue-jumping and not taking your library books back: it was time to move up to the next rung of being evil. Geneviève did a little dance of glee and twirled the moustache. And then much to her surprise it twirled her.
“Gosh,” she laughed, as she came to a halt. “I can see you’re going to be a handful.”
She examined her reflection once again. The moustache was dark—as dark as the deepest chasm, as black as the deepest despair. She nodded.
“I probably should do something about my hair.”
“Splendid moustache, madam,” said Mabel the hairdresser at Curl Up and Dye.
“Thank you,” said Geneviève. The moustache twitched slightly and the
Home and DryEveryone occasionally lost socks in the wash but Jane was experiencing a fifty percent casualty rate.Home and Dry in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I don’t understand it,” she muttered to herself, as she pulled the latest load out of the tumble dryer.
Fourteen socks had gone in but only seven had come out. She lined the survivors up: “And it’s always only one from each pair.”
So, she bought herself some sock clips. “You won’t be able to split up now!” she told her new batch. And they didn’t. When Jane opened the tumble dryer at the end of the cycle there were no socks left at all.
Jane screamed in frustration. “What the hell is going on?!”
“That’s exactly it—hell,” came the reply.
Jane turned but all she saw was her sensible cardigan, airing on the clothes rack.
“Who’s there..?” she asked cautiously.
“It’s me—the Sensible Cardigan,” said the Sensible Cardigan. “And the problem is that you
WordsThe meeting of the support group was taking place in the Dusty Dictionary—a refuge from the world for the archaic and lesser-used words in the English Language.Words in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Who would like to start?” asked the group leader, poltroon. “Ruth, perhaps?”
The word quivered a little. “My name is ruth, and I’m an archaic word….” It gave a sob. “I’m so sorry…”
“Take your time,” said poltroon.
“It’s just so hard!” said ruth. “I haven’t worked in years, and I’m not sure I ever will again. But ruthless is constantly being employed. It doesn’t make any sense. How can people have ruthless without needing ruth?”
Dandled nodded sympathetically. “I rarely get any gigs nowadays myself. But when I do, I turn up and find dangled has pinched the job. ‘He dangled the baby on his knee.’ What the hell does that even mean? Sounds bloody dangerous to me.”
EarwormThere were three things Jimbo hadn’t known before he travelled to the planet of Hepzibah 5 to start his new job:Earworm in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. The Excellent Robotic Company did indeed make parts for robots, but was also run by robots.
2. You should never unplug your immediate boss while he was updating himself, even if he did look like a microwave and you needed somewhere to plug in the kettle.
3. Companies on Hepzibah 5 had the legal right to detain and punish employees.
It was pretty miserable being in solitary in the company’s basement gaol and Jimbo was touched when Gigi came down to visit. She was another off-worlder and the only one of his colleagues inclined to be sympathetic to his situation.
“How are you holding up?” she asked.
“OK,” said Jimbo. “But I don’t suppose you’ve heard anything, have you? What punishment I’m likely to get?” He hesitated. “Is there any likelihood of me keeping my job?”
Gigi gave a hollow laugh.
Flower PowerPink roses, white lilies, lilac freesias and cream stocks.Flower Power in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Now, how would you describe this beautiful bunch of flowers? Yes—how about you?
A ‘stunning bouquet’. Yes, that’s absolutely right—well remembered! When thrown directly at the head, this kind of bouquet can stun an attacker for up to 30 seconds.
I shall demonstrate a few throwing techniques for you.
You can throw… underarm!
Or, if it’s possible for you to turn your back on your assailant, there is always… ‘The Bride’!
Oh. Oops. Is he… OK? Is he breathing? Oh, lovely. Just pop him into the recovery position then and we’ll crack on.
Next we have the glancing-blow posies. These are used simply to distract the assailant so that someone more heavily armed has time to get into position—maybe with a stunning bouquet, or perhaps even a wreath. But wreaths are only used in extreme circumstances. They don’t call them funeral flow
Dressed to KillAgatha had her victim trapped now in the corner of the room.Dressed to Kill in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Mr. Seacombe is very annoyed with you,” she told the woman. “Running off with his firm’s money like that.”
She got even closer. “I’m afraid it’s time you learnt your…”
Agatha stopped suddenly. The woman was looking at her but didn’t appear to be listening to her. Agatha frowned.
“I’m sorry—am I boring you?”
“Hmm..?” The victim’s attention abruptly came back to Agatha’s face. “Oh, sorry! I was just admiring your outfit. You don’t often see a one-piece cat suit nowadays. It’s gorgeous. Is that real leather?”
Agatha sighed. “Oh, right. I see.” She clenched her fists. “It’s always the same. A male assassin turns up and it’s all: ‘Gosh, what an interesting weapon’ and ‘Aargh! Aargh! Please don’t kill me!’ A female turns up and all you
My Chubby Pig: Part IIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part II in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ride back from the traders home was long, and very quiet. Pig, the slave that Leor had purchased, sat quietly as a mouse in the corner of the carriage while Leor kept trying to glance out the window. Each time Ethan would lightly remind him that it was dangerous to do so, and the prince would huff and lean back into his seat. Pig kept peeking up from behind his messy black hair, trying so hard to be a good boy and keep his head down, but it was hard. Leor was so different from the people he knew. He was a prince, and even the air around him seemed royal. This only made Pig feel even more unworthy to have him as a master. His arms tightened around his stomach and he bit his lip.
His tutor had taught him different from the rest. Most slaves were told to clasp their arms behind their backs, but not Pig. Pig had to try to push his stomach in, hide it from potential buyers. It had never worked. Every time they put him on the sale stockade, people would point an
My Chubby Pig: Part IMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part I in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leor had always been obsessed with cute things. Cute animals were his favorite, and he collected the like coins. Leor was a prince, the 6th in the line to the heir, and so money was not an issue. By the time Leor was twelve, he had a harem of animals. However, all of his pets seemed to have one thing in common: within a year of being purchased, their weight nearly doubled. The servants who worked at the castle were mystified at the sixty pound cats and nearly a hundred pound dogs, and they couldn't even guess the weight of Leor's pony. The prince, however, saw no problem with this.
"Doesn't it just make them cuter?!" He would ask excitedly as he used both arms and most of his strength to pick up one of his cats.
It was obvious that Leor actually thought this, and kept all of his animals fed to the point of bursting. The animals received so much attention from Leor and the servants, they were probably the most spoiled beasts in the kingdom. Each one was simple a w
My Chubby Pig: Part IVMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part IV in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By the time Pig was allowed to lie down, he was holding back groans by biting his lower lip, and his skin was wet with sweat. His stomach bulged out over his too-tight harem pants more than usual, and he was blushing bright red all over. On top of all of this, he was so confused that he was nearly in tears. Leor helped him lie down, and pulled the blanket over him with a smile.
"You did a good job." the prince said, his blue eyes looking slightly sympathetic, as if he knew the turmoil he had caused in his poor slaves mind. "Tomorrow will be our first whole day together."
Pig nodded, and took a small breath as his hands wandered down to his bloated stomach, feeling much safer being covered by a blanket. His belly, usually so soft, was almost hard to the touch. He could hear it grumbling from underneath the thick quilt. As Leor turned out the lights and moved back to his bed, the small slave whimpered slightly, and the blond turned.
"Are you alright?" he asked
My Chubby Pig: Part IIIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part III in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leor was exhausted by the time he was allowed to leave his lessons. He had always hated them, but today he was twice as irritable as usual when his tutor tried to teach him. His classes were pointless. He would never be king, and he didn't actually have the desire to be. The tutors kept reminding him that even if he wasn't made king, he would still have a seat on the royal court, but the prince would just roll his eyes and keep snoring as they lectured on the exports and imports of the kingdom.
All of this was made even worse that day, because Leor wanted to enjoy his new pet. He had only seen his new slave in the carriage on the way home, and that simply wasn't enough. While he sat, staring at his book without even processing the words, he wondered what that boy was doing right now. He told Ethan to take good care of him, but that still wasn't fulfilling. He wanted to spoil the boy himself. On top of all of that, his mind was also racing with worries. What wa
My Chubby Pig: Part VIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part VI in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
For the next few weeks, Pig became more used to the world he had been bought into. He was given a trainer, though he had only met with her once so far. He had started adjusting more to Leor's schedule, which meant waking up later than he ever had in his entire life. The curtains would be closed at some point by Ethan, but Pig wouldn't even budge. This may have also had something to do with the fact that Leor was filling him up to the brim with heavy dinners, usually accompanied with several goblets of milk, just before bed every night. Pig became used to his bigger meals, and didn't feel quite as embarrassed when they were placed in front of him.
For instance the night a week after Leor had received his ill-fated letter, and a week before he was meant to leave, Pig had finished a huge lunch. He was just eating the last of an entire plate of scones and leaned back, face bright red. It still bothered him a little, but he didn't cry. From across the table, he sa
My Chubby Pig: Part VMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part V in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Pig and Leor spent the rest of the day together, the prince using his slave as a doll of sorts. He covered the chubby boy with makeup, then wiped it away and started again. The entire time he dropped compliments on his 'cute' little slave, which would always make Pig blush and look down. By the end of the day, he'd gotten Pig close to tears six more times. He never meant to, but the dark-haired boy was so easy to set off. One wrong word, usually kind ones, would make him feel guilty and awful. More than once Pig's eyes misted over because Leor accidentally bumped against his belly.
Well, maybe not always accidentally. . .
Leor kept his promise, and he had sent out four letters to four different trainers by nightfall, requesting they write back quickly on their willingness to train Pig. He didn't mince words, and got straight to the point. It hurt him to write the words 'overweight' and 'broken', but he knew that if he wanted the right trainer, he had to be ho
Creepypasta/Slenderverse Blank Information SheetName:Creepypasta/Slenderverse Blank Information Sheet in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
Age of Death: (Optional- if they had died before becoming a pasta/SV OC)
Ethical Origin: (Optional)
Place of Origin: (Optional)
Species: (What are they? (Ex: Ghost, human, daemon etc...))
Sexual Preference: (Optional)
Affiliation: (If they have one)
Occupation: (If they have one)
Date Of Birth:
Fears: (What are they afraid of?)
Powers/Abilities: (What powers or abilities do they have?)
Weapons: (What do they use for combat? (If any) )
How S/he kills/wounds in Combat:
Weaknesses: (what weakens them or what are they weakest to?)
Strengths: (What are they immune to or really good at?)
Cause of Death: (Optional- if they had died before becoming a pasta/SV OC)
CPOCFD: Common Creepypasta ClichesHello everyone with another chapter of Creepypasta OC For Dummies!CPOCFD: Common Creepypasta Cliches in Profiles More Like This
Today, I'll list the most common cliches in the making or writing of Creepypasta OCs.
And I quote from ShackleSoul from his wonderful How to Avoid Making Your Creepypasta OC a Mary Sue:
"What is a Mary Sue? Different people seem to have different definitions but there is one in particular I am familiar with, and the one most often found in creepypasta Mary Sues. This is the type that is basically the author, only cooler, sexier, and always quick with a bad punchline when they kill someone, with more friends than the author does but still oh so tragic and misunderstood. They probably have cat ears and maybe a mask. And they are always way, way overpowered. Oh, and all the male creepypastas are in love with them. You know the type of character I’m talking about.
Now, not every character that has just a few of these traits is a Mary Sue. So don’t
Ally's Complete Updated BioAlly's Complete Updated Bio in Profiles More Like This
Verse: Creepypasta/ Slenderverse. Ally can be viewed as either.
Alias: Slender Doll, Ally-Doll, Nightmare Puppet, Victorian Ghost Child, Nightmare Bringer, Wind-Up Child, Operator's Doll, Operator's Puppet
Species: Half-human/ Half-Slender
Sexual Preference: Pansexual
Age: 118 (looks 18)
Astrological Sign: Sagittarius
Birthplace: East Berlin, Germany
Blood Type: AB+
Affiliation: Slenderman/ Slender's Proxies
Figure: Petite; Slim (Normal), Widowy; Slender (Nightmare)
Height: 5' 4' (Normal)/ 6' 1' (Nightma
CREEPYPASTA OC: Soothsayer's Full InformationCREEPYPASTA OC: Soothsayer's Full Information in Profiles More Like This
Real Name: Eupheme (Which in Greek means "Well Spoken")
Nicknames: The Oracle, Great One's Eyes, Fate, Sightseer, Eyes of the Dark, The Blind Prophet
Age:Undetermined- She been an Zalgo Proxy since Ancient Greek times at least.
Age of Death: 24
Cause of Death: Stabbed firstly in both eyes then stabbed multiple times in the chest by her fellow Vestal Virgins when she was alive
Ethical Origin: Ancient Greece
Place of Origin: Ancient Rome
Species: Demon- Unlike most Zalgo servants, she isn't a Zalgo spawn.
Personality: Sly, Quick Witted, Extremely Loyal, A bit of a smartass, Clever, Respectful at times
Sexual Preference: Straight
Relationship: Taken by Lane the Zalgo Puppet (vibrantkiller)
Occupation: Proxy (Zalgo)
Date Of Birth:
Creepypasta- The Fighters Blank TemplateBio: (Brief summary of your OCs backstory/bio)Creepypasta- The Fighters Blank Template in Profiles More Like This
Powers/Weapons: (What are their abilities and weapons they use in combat?)
(what are the normal attacks they use in combat?)
(what is the one move used (X-ray move/special battle combination..))
(What is their finishing moves/fatality moves to their opponent?)
Friendship: (What happens when friendship is established?)
Intro Pose: (How does your OC enters the area?)
Winning Pose: (what does your OC do if he winning?)
Victory Pose: (What does your OC do after the battle?)
(What does your OC say after victory/during battle?)
It was just another day for ____. That is, until he/she heard a rumor of a place that every creepypasta was gathering at to hear strange news and a odd challenge. It wasn't until later that ____ learned that a god was gathe
WRITTEN CP OC REFERENCE: The Broken Hearted DollName: The Broken Hearted DollWRITTEN CP OC REFERENCE: The Broken Hearted Doll in Profiles More Like This
Real Name: Julia Roberson
Nicknames: BHD, The Crying Doll, Vintage Doll, Broken Doll, Heartbreaker
Age: 58 years
Age of Death: 18
Cause of Death: Killed by multiple stab wounds in the heart by her boyfriend/first love- he killed her in a fit of jealous rage.
Ethical Origin: American
Place of Origin: North Carolina
Species: Possessor- A class of ghosts and she is categorized as such since she is possessing a old porcelain doll she had in her doll collection in life.
Personality: shy, observant, stealthy, grievous, vengeful, heartbroken, lost, curious
Sexual Preference: ---
Date Of Birth: May 26th, 1956
Date Of Birth: June 9th, 1974
Weight: Unknown- She weights very little due to her being in a ball jointed doll as a ves
Just for LaughsJust for Laughs:Just for Laughs in Free Verse More Like This
There once was a man named Blue
He was a gentleman living in a shoe
He decided to go out and have a drink of stout
but then he met a thug named Drew
Gimme yo' money b*tch!
Blue was taken aback by his manner of speech
where did this man learn to speak and screech?
For language is meant to be free as a bird
not harsh and cruel like his spoken word
You crazy man? I said gimme yo' money!
Now I say it good sir and I really do
must I teach you to rhyme and listen too?
Repeat after me and follow the beat
Bobby beat his best mate Pete
Look man, I dunno what you're smokin', but I said gimme the cash!
Here's a tongue twister, slickety slock,
do you stuff your pants with a dirty gym sock?
I question the bulge that you do display
perhaps you are tiny because you act this way
And so Blue was shanked by the thug that he met
quite quickly snuffed without breaking a sweat
So let this be a lesson about the way of the rhyme
being clever with words won't preve
I Am A WriterI Am A Writer:I Am A Writer in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gentlemen, today I speak to you
To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community.
For so long have we been considered second-class;
To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists.
But today is not about freedom, today is about honour,
Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all...
I speak of those individuals, who take art from others.
Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga.
It matters not where you draw your source from,
But every action impacts upon us as a community.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
When I craft my works, when I write each and every line,
I paint using expression; metaphors are my colours.
The words are my brush and each and every rhyme is my medium.
I do not ask to be considered an artist, but I do ask to be considered.
BECAUSE I AM A WRITER!
For someone who practices his craft day and night,
Painstakingly learning how to use each and ever
If you give in, they winIf you give in, they win:If you give in, they win in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There ain't no one in the world who can decide your limit,
Cause if you're playing this game, then you're playin' to win it.
I don't believe in the words of the hopeless and dry;
These wings are born full of freedom and they're achin' to fly.
I don't care if the world gives me scars on my back,
Cause I will wear them with pride over a suit that is black.
I am the heaven and the hell and I'll make you believe it;
I am an angel and a demon and I swear that you'll feel it.
Cause I ain't never gonna give in - never say die.
Until the moment that I am ash I will always have tried.
Until the very last minute, when the skies are grey,
You see it raining black lightning but I'll never go astray.
Because the path is before me; it's laden with dirt,
But I will trudge across the mud to the heart of the earth.
I am the core of what makes you; the drill that'll breakthrough,
So follow if you feel me cause I'm comin' right at you.
Your attitudes are made from a bo
DishonouredDishonoured:Dishonoured in Free Verse More Like This
He stands before the adoring crowd,
Basking in their cheers and standing ovation.
But he has already been dishonoured -
By means of his perverse innovation.
For none could know of the dark secret;
About the art that he claims to be his own.
It is naught but an illusion, smoke and mirrors -
A theft for which he must atone...
But this disgusting creature, this worthless abhuman;
So desperate for the glory which he sees upon the stage!
Will quietly don the skin of another;
An urge he must assuage...
Biting his nails, a cracked smile upon his lips, he whispers:
"No one will know, no one will find it and I am great..."
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th October 2012
You Will Not Read ThisWhen a writer puts his soul and passion into his work.You Will Not Read This in Free Verse More Like This
It will go unnoticed, often because of its length.
It is a rather sad fact, but a truth nonetheless.
For the simple emotions conveyed in just a few words,
Often hold more sway with those who are emotionally swayed.
There is no depth of the heart, nor a single thought spared.
For the effort placed into a piece that forgoes the winning edge,
For a hint of true meaning.
You will not read this piece and I will not expect you to.
It will not be popular or famous, nor will it see the light of day.
For length is the bane of true poetry,
And that is why so many of my kin have already left.
Thank you however, for reading this;
For you at least took the time to see what I would consider 'truth'.
It is bitter indeed and intensely sad,
But for the you that respects this, I am eternally glad.
-Chen, 23rd May 2014
ShinobiA lone blade decides the fate of a nation... (1剣は国の運命を決定する)Shinobi in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That is the principle that we have always lived by. I do not pretend to understand the greater workings of the world, for that is not my intended purpose. I was born and forged as a blade. One that will never see the light of day.
Tonight I was called from across a distant land, to travel to a forgotten castle. Here, away from all things mundane, sits a lord who views himself as a mortal god. He does not speak to his people; he does not show his face. Instead he allows his chosen 'angels' to rule the nation in his stead.
This has led to severe unrest in some provinces and for the sake of maintaining the greater peace, the shadow of fire (火災影) has decided that we will strike him down. If one man's blood can save the lives of many, then he should be glad to have it spille
IntermezzoI must try to let goIntermezzo in Free Verse More Like This
all interpretation meant to lead me
to the answers of my homecoming,
to discover there is only one answer,
having no original question
casting off the apparatus
of these collective thoughts,
the intermezzo of my life-
I rail between ophidian impulse
and hominal dilemma,
the octave of my corporeity-
between diligence and sloth,
as decisions turn to obsidian-
or to be met at the juncture
in a state of vacuous grace,
A Mother's Love [Loki One Shot]A Mother's Love [Loki One Shot] in Drama More Like This
WARNING - This story contains spoilers from Thor: The Dark World.
Loki sat in his cell in the dungeons, reclining in the chair as he slowly turned a page in the book he was reading. It was a book he had read many times over, but there weren’t exactly many other things for him to do. It had been a full day since the attack, and though it was still a topic of interest to Loki, he had tuned it out of his thoughts for the time being. He was not free and he was not dead. Why should anything that happened concern him? Let Odin and Thor handle their kingdom. What was Loki but another prisoner?
The guards had long since come to collect the dead – prisoners and soldiers alike. There had been no reluctance dealing the death that had come to the realm. So many lives had been lost…good lives that had served in the defense of their realm to their last breaths. Such dedication…even Loki would be a fool not to admire it.
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WARNING - THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM THOR: THE DARK WORLD.
Loki paced around the empty palace, his gaze cast along the very familiar halls that he had known since childhood. How different he viewed this place now. There had once been a time when he’d looked around in wonder and marvel as he imagined a day that this place might be his were he to become king. Now, he looked at them with the certain satisfaction that this place was his and he was king. It had certainly been the most extreme and roundabout way to acquire the throne, but it was his now, and no one even knew.
It hadn’t been his own fault that such a longing and desire had been placed in him. Odin had been the one to continuously feed him the lie that he was born to be a king. Had not those been his exact words on the day when the Allfather had taken the two young princes to the weapons vault as he told them the story of how he’d vanquished the Frost Giants? Loki clo
Google's PrayerGoogle's Prayer in Free Verse More Like This
Our Google, which art in Wi-fi
Quick be thy search.
Thy results come, thy buffer be done,
On Bing as it is in Chrome.
Give us this day our daily updates
And forgive us our spelling
As we forgive those who butcher English grammar.
And lead us not into Apple,
But deliver us from Siri.
For thine is the Wi-fi, the processor, and the Android forever.
My PrayerMy Prayer in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Give me wisdom,
This I pray.
Help me learn,
Day by day.
Teach me what
I ought to know,
Show me where
you'd have me go.
Will guide me through
The trials of life
That I must do.
Lord, without you
I'd be lost,
But you gave yourself,
You paid the cost.
I'll serve you till
My life is done.
Then I'll come home,
Your victory won.
I Am LokiI Am Loki in Free Verse More Like This
I am the outcast of my family.
I am the second child, the one not regarded.
I am always doubted, never trusted.
I am the one who is looked down upon for being different.
Between my brother and I, I am the one that thinks things through.
I am known to get what I want, because I do what it takes.
My brother is well known by nearly all
And praised by many.
People know me to tell me the grandeur of my brother,
As if I do not already know.
Little do they know that I have more to offer.
I hide my feelings for fear of getting hurt.
I have built a wall to protect myself from pain.
I will not admit when I am hurt, for jesting is all they will do.
For this I am deemed uncaring, because uncaring is what I am
If I do not wish to show how I feel.
I am the one that people question,
I am the one whose reputation is dark.
I am a mystery that people fear to search for the light of.
For they think I am truly wicked.
But am I wicked? Not in my heart.
The façade I have built is what people see.
And so it
Eyeless Jack and Enna - CHRISTMAS SPECIAL (3/3)Eyeless Jack and Enna - CHRISTMAS SPECIAL (3/3) in Short Stories More Like This
„Enna, you haven't touched this.“
The girl was literally sprawled over the table with her eyes lowered above dark rings that formed underneath them. Jack couldn't say whether she was looking at the bowl of soup or into nothing again, but every now and then her eyes would close for a few seconds before opening up again. And that was not blinking. Then he tried with something else:
„You need energy for... whatever you're doing.“
This time, after another slow blink, her greyish eyes were locked against his mask as she squinted. Her glasses reflected the light back at him, but Jack could still see the spark of deep thought in her eyes. „Enna, you can tell me what's happening“, he leaned towards her over the table. „Please...“
Shortly after waving her head off, Enna spoke up, her voice hoarse. „Something's missing.“
„What?“ Jack frowned his brows behind the mask in confusion.
„Something...“ Enna kept
Eyeless Jack and Enna - CHRISTMAS SPECIAL (1/3)Eyeless Jack and Enna - CHRISTMAS SPECIAL (1/3) in Short Stories More Like This
None of Jack's awakenings was peaceful since he took Enna under his observation. Sometimes he wondered why he did it in the first place (when he was superangry), but he knew the answer. In some way, she was the one who gave colorful spark of life in this dump.
This time, it was one of the worst noises Jack's heard in his life. A chainsaw. Grimacing, he opened one hollow eye and growled deeply. „What is that feminine Einstein up with again?“ Realizing there's no way he could fall asleep again, he sat up with a groan, rubbing his eyes. Reflexively shaking his head in fast pace, he stood up and heavily walked out of the room. He would take a shower to refresh his mind first...
Emerging out of the hot, stuffy bathroom, Jack stopped to shake his head violently again, reminding of a dog that just swam out of the lake. Dazed by the scent of shampoo, he made his way back into the room to get dressed. To his dismay, the sound of chainsaw still kept bothering the ha
Eyeless Jack and Enna - CHRISTMAS SPECIAL (2/3)Eyeless Jack and Enna - CHRISTMAS SPECIAL (2/3) in Short Stories More Like This
„Deck the halls with boughs of holly, falalala laaah-la lalalah! Tis the season to be jolly, falalala laaah-la lalalah!“
Enna's singing would've been absolutely beautiful if it wasn't for annoying sound of hammer hitting against iron. It almost reminded Jack of forging and he sighed while reading a book. It was hard to concentrate on reading with his super-hearing and this noise. Despite her ''lab'' being down in the basement, the sounds of her sawing, welding and hitting things were clearly heard.
“Ho-ho-ho, who wouldn't go? Ho-ho-ho, who wouldn't go? Up on the rooftop click-click-click, down trough the chimney with good saint Nick!“ Aaaand dozens of creaking hits in between. The cannibal groaned, throwing his head back against the headrest. He would've gone reading outside long time ago if it wasn't for that cold. And he didn't really have a proper winter jacket. Not that he wasn't resistant to different time conditions, but still –
40 rules and tips about Enna~~ written by Eyeless Jack ~~40 rules and tips about Enna in Short Stories More Like This
1. Enna is always ready to help. And is often useful. Though sometimes letting her help isn't really smart...
2. Stubbornness reigns in her. And sometimes it's really hard to convince her into something... Okay that was a fat lie, it's always hard to convince her into something. Defiance is simply in her blood.
3. Don't give her cocaine! She'll devastate your house to the ground. In that case it's the best to have sedation supplies with you all the time.
4. Or you can just simply play her some opera. The effect is instantaneous, almost better than sedatives.
5. Don't touch her hat.
6. I'm serious!
7. I said don't touch that hat!
8. *sigh* Why did you touch that hat?
9. Now that you touched the hat, run.
10. Don't go near her while she's experimenting with test tubes. Dangerous for life! Also it helps if you don't ha
Jeff X Reader - When you smile - Oneshot -You were absolutely pissed off.Jeff X Reader - When you smile - Oneshot - in Short Stories More Like This
If you had an ability to set yourself or the whole goddamn world on fire, you'd do it right now. You wanted to scream of desperation and dig your eyes out. Dang it, dang it, dang it, dang it, SON OF A BITCH!!!
Was it because your period was coming? Perhaps. You didn't even count. You stopped long ago, since you were a Pasta. Yup! You killed people. And you had to say – it was damn fun. You hated yourself being a human since you realized about how spoiled and avaricious they were. The only thing they cared about is the power. And even if they gained one, they'd want more and more and more.
They'd destroy themselves if they continued that way, it was Slender's thinking. There was no person in entire mansion who disagreed with him. Slender also considered you were all doing them a favor killing them. If you were lucky, you'd kill most of them before they face their final downfall – humans love to call it the apocalypse.
No matter that you