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"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
A MessengerVolghen walked back up the hall to the doors to his quarters. He stood for a moment outside, glancing at the intricate designs on the hard wooden surfaces. The doors themselves were carved from the finest wood from the trees of Lamia Etan and had intricate weaving patterns scribed into them. In the centre of the two doors was a circular silver plate bearing the Xandathian seal - two crossed swords with a mighty have spreading its wings above them. Volghen heaved open the doors and stepped inside his room. His quarters were quite similar in nature to Sordath's throne room save for a few decorative details and the notable difference in size. Grisly trophies of past kills adorned every grey stone wall in between the golden torch holders. Despite being smaller than the throne room Volghen's quarters were still quite large and suitably lavish. Deep purple velvet curtains hung either side of a vast window on the far side of the room, a rug made from the skin of a wild Xandathian bear killedA Messenger in Fantasy More Like This
The Tower: Nemda NiethThe Tower: Nemda Nieth in Fantasy More Like This
Two armoured guards stood either side of the entrance to the tower. They were burly men with coarse black hair, boasting the same armour as Kharadin. The dark metal glowed a dank orange in the light of the torches above them. Both guards were armed with halberds held upright as they stood, the great weapons stood a fearsome 2 metres tall next to their wielders. Both of them stared long and hard at the land before them, silent and still. Kharadin stood in front of the guards, who fell one knee before the big Xenoch.
"Rise." Kharadin uttered. The two muscular men resumed their stances and stood silent once again. The Xenoch vice commander strolled past the men and into the tower.
He made his way through the entrance hall of Nemda Nieth. The grand passage was lined either side with towering statues of some of the greatest warriors that had ever served in the Xandathian army. Always noticeable was the absence of a memorial to arguably one of the mightiest in history - Koryk. Sordath had ma
Behind the FallsBehind the Falls in Fantasy More Like This
Arazel walked directly at Kharadin, seemingly ignorant of the fact he was there. Kharadin stood unsure of what to do, thinking that the elder god had to manoeuvre around him at some point. Contrary to what the Kharadin expected, Arazel carried on toward him, walking straight through the weary knight. As Arazel passed through him Kharadin felt the same icy chill all over his body as his fingers had when he pawed the blue mist. So many things that Arazel was capable of completely dumbfounded Kharadin.
The blue robed god stopped and gestured over toward the waterfall. "Are you familiar with the Falls of Despair?" he asked without so much as looking at Kharadin.
"The waterfall you mean? No." Kharadin replied his tone still one of confusion.
"Hmmm, blissfully ignorant I suppose." Arazel closed his eyes in thought, "You desire to know about the entity in Pandema correct?"
"What? You mean you know?" Kharadin blurted out his reply without much consideration.
"Still intensely calm and in though
The End of the PassageThe End of the Passage in Fantasy More Like This
After a few minutes of walking Arazel drew to an abrupt halt. Kharadin looked ahead and saw a huge stone wall in front of them with a giant crest carved into its face. The crest depicted two serpents bound by a triad. He recognised the crest, after all there were few people over Vanaar that wouldn't.
"With all due respect Lord Arazel. Is this all I was brought to see? A wall with the crest of the Eta'ai emblazoned on it?"
"Patience really is a concept that escapes you isn't it Kharadin?" The Elder God stepped toward the wall and knelt down on one knee, raising his left fist to his face and extending his first two fingers. "Brace yourself Kharadin."
Suddenly a bright blue light surrounded Arazel, the force of the aura almost took Kharadin of his feet. It felt as though an immense wind was rushing through the cavern, trying to carry him back to the entrance. Looking up he noticed that the crest carved into the vast wall before them was slowly lighting up. White light was gradually breaki
The Keeping Grounds: Part 1The Keeping Grounds: Part 1 in Fantasy More Like This
As Kharadin reached the hilltop he headed toward the vesparath keeping grounds. They only occupied a relatively small portion of the royal compound because despite the giant size of the creatures it housed, there were relatively few of them. Only the highest officers were granted the privilege of riding one. Only important cross-regional journeys where an imposition needs to be made warrant the use of vesparath, even with his high rank Kharadin had to ride a horse most of the time.
He dismounted the large white behemoth an approached the keepers hut. When he drew within paces of the door a large, deep voice bellowed out from within the small wooden structure. "Long time no see Sir Kharadin". An unmistakable hoarse, booming laugh sounded and Kharadin knew exactly whom he was talking to.
"Evening Darunte, are you going to assist me or do I have to unsaddle this vesparath myself?"
Darunte let out another hoarse laugh "I see Pandema hasn't changed you one bit. You're as impatient as ever."
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The grand doors closed behind Kharadin and with that Sordath rose from his throne. Kharadin walked toward the towering Emperor and fell to one knee before him "Your Majesty, I have returned from the nation of Pandema." the big Xenoch was humbled before the great ruler before him.
"Rise Sir Kharadin." Sordath sat back down "What is happening in Pandema? Start from the beginning."
Kharadin rose to his feet and stood strong. "Now is a time of civil unrest in the nation of Pandema your Majesty. Current goings on have left the Pandeman public restless and frightened. As the days pass by King Varda is becoming dangerous and paranoid, his grip on his kingdom is slowly slipping in the wake of an unseen foe."
Sordath's eyes narrowed as he glared at the black armoured Xenoch. "Your orders were to find out exactly what was going on Kharadin." The Xandathian Emperor raised his voice "So far you have told me everything I already knew!" He slammed his fist down on the armrest of his throne.
Voices in the WindHe headed back down the stairs and back to his own quarters, where he could be alone.Voices in the Wind in Fantasy More Like This
As he stepped out into the hallway of the floor below, Volghen felt that the air had changed, the slight chill of the winter night had gone, instead the air around him carried a peculiar warmth. The hall was completely empty save for Volghen, he walked up to outside his doors and once again pushed them open, closing them lightly behind him. As he stepped further and further into the room the stifling air became worse, it seemed to linger around the Xenoch commander as if it were watching him. He walked back over to the fireplace that he had earlier been staring into. Just as he leaned a hand on the wall beside it, the blazing orange flames went out suddenly, leaving nothing but smoking wood. The air in the room began to swirl as though a gentle wind were blowing through the window, however the window in the room was closed.
Volghen laughed quietly, "So the spirits wish to hunt me down? Do you think I
A Demonstration of PowerThe wind was still whistling outside the great hall of Nemda Nieth. It was the only sound that could be heard in the hall, although there was no-one there to hear it. All of Sordath's soldiers either were on guard somewhere in the tower or were sleeping. The Xenoch Knights were housed separately from the Xandathian army. Regular Xandathian soldiers were confined to fifteen man dorms on the first and second floors of Nemda Nieth whereas Xenoch's had their own personal quarters on the third and fourth floors. High-ranking officers had lavish rooms dedicated to them on the higher levels of the tower and Sordath himself had the throne room at the very top of his fortress. The hierarchy of Sordath's forces was perfectly displayed by Nemda Nieth's arrangement.A Demonstration of Power in Fantasy More Like This
Linking all of the floors was a grand spiral staircase. On the stairs, footsteps echoed up the column. The sound of armoured feet making their way upstairs continually bounced back off the cold stone walls. A shadow crept around the cu
The End of a Long NightThe End of a Long Night in Fantasy More Like This
"You mean he provided it?"
"Yes, it was a gift to commemorate my ascendance to one of the highest posts in his army, and a fine gift too. Many a life has been stolen away by this blade. Without a great sword there can be no great warrior."
"He received one like mine but never uses it. How do you think he earned the nickname Karhandrachtna?"
Puzzled, Sephine replied "Well seeing as I don't know what that means I don't know how he got it."
"'Devil with Black Blade.' Volghen's sword is like no other, the blade is black as the night sky. No one knows it's origins but there is no sword like it. I have seen him slice open steel armour effortlessly with once slash."
Kharadin chuckled to himself, "You've never seen Volghen fight have you?" He pointed to the scar on his face. "I have experienced his power, he fights like a man possessed. More have fallen to his blade than to anyone else's in the whole of the Xenoch ranks."
"I still remember you coming home that night
Kharadin's ReturnKharadin's Return in Fantasy More Like This
Winter had fallen upon Thanados. The subtle warmth of autumn had long since gone and left behind it a lingering chill in the air. Thunder roared in the heavens, accompanied by heavy rain that was falling from the night sky, swirling around the spires of the city's watch towers and battering the roofs of huts the squalid slums lining the outskirts of the city. A lone traveller was approaching the city from the air, braving the icy rain and biting winds. He was a large man clad in black armour with broad strong shoulders and large muscle bound arms. His hair coarse, long and black largely covered by the hood of his dark cape. He was riding a colossal white behemoth with giant powerful wings, its beak pointed like a spear and eyes of deep red.
Thanados was the Royal City, just beyond there was Nemda Nieth, the fortress of Sordath, the Emperor of Xandathia. The traveller rode determined, focused only on his destination ignoring the constant barrage of raindrops that beat against his face.
Journey to ValhallaJourney to Valhalla:Journey to Valhalla in Free Verse More Like This
The sound of battle surrounds me
As axe and sword will clash.
The fate of a man decided
In a single metal flash.
On the ground I lay awakened
For the blood is rushing low.
It bursts from my wound
In a searing bloody flow...
I scream like a raging animal
As with the last of strength I thrust!
My sword will pierce his lung
As my enemy turns to dust...
A ruined body before me
Cold as the winter snow.
I begin to feel quite dizzy
As the heavens start to glow.
I can hear the sound of horses
And the cry of hungry crows.
The clouds began to part
As from the ground we rose!
Like warriors from the grave
We stood from where we fell.
Warm as though we bathed
In an ancient seer's spell.
I can see him coming now
Sleipnir has arrived!
He's come to take us home
The valiant dead who died.
The valkyries riding through the clouds
On the backs of crows they call.
The gods themselves are smiling
As mountains they are tall!
These tears cannot express
The words we wi
Are We Not Free?Are We Not Free?:Are We Not Free? in Free Verse More Like This
Ye say that nothin' changes;
That all we're tryin' t' do is fer naught.
Ye say that nothing's wrong,
That we should be acceptin' of our fate.
But why should we simply accept things as they are?
Are we no' a free people?
Are we no' allowed t' speak our minds?
Every man, every woman in this land,
Has the freedom t' choose their own path.
If our ideals must beg us differ,
Then that too is a part of the change that grips us.
What exactly do ye have t' fear?
If yer stoic in ye ideal that nothin' will ever change.
Why not simply ignore us;
A passin' flight o' fancy that we are...
Yet still ye try, ye attempt t' change our minds.
Ye pacify us with the notion of acceptance,
Highlightin' the fact that the world is fine.
Ye say that this is the way that things should be!
That m'friend, is yer personal freedom;
I'll not impinge upon it, fer it be yours.
I only ask, if ye could kindly mind,
Not to treat us, like we're bleedin' blind...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th July 2013
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The very best of fruit
Is not the most beautiful;
But is simply sweet.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th May 2012
STALKERYou cannot run from your past...STALKER in Free Verse More Like This
No strangled whisper,
No repentant plea of yours can escape these eyes.
For I have always been watching...
You believe yourself to be righteous,
But your actions have consequences!
You will not leave this place tonight,
Not while your heart remains beating.
And when you are worn from your escape;
When you are forced by exhaustion,
To shut those fevered eyes.
In your moment of weakness, I will arrive...
Justice will be served tonight,
Whilst the shadows dance with expectant glee!
You may forget what you have done,
But you will never be innocent...
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We all have our own little struggles;
Pushing on forward as the tragedies double.
A life led with pain and exhaustion too immense,
I'm pushing down walls as my muscles go tense.
But these are the words that you'll never hear me spit.
I'd never say I'm 'giving up' or if I should 'quit'.
I'm really freaking stupid so just tell it to my face,
And even then I'd never give up the right to race.
I'm like a lone arrow drawn and shot from a bow,
Blustered by the winds of all the things I don't know.
I'd never figure out if I'd reach the final mark,
But I know that I'd never lose my glowing inner spark.
And that's all it takes just to keep this body going.
With calloused hands in this ocean I'm still rowing
Searching for some land out amidst a sea of black;
A wandering gypsy bearing burdens on his back.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 14th January 2013
Love Beyond the WindowWhen I was young, I believed in fairy tales.Love Beyond the Window in Free Verse More Like This
I believed that if your heart willed it,
That love could overcome anything.
That one day, two lovers could always be together.
But those were simple lies I think...
After all, how does one reach across a window;
Reach across a screen...
To hold someone on the other side,
Before they slip through your fingers.
Like a lonely dance between air and water,
I can only stand on the surface of the lake,
And see her smiling on the other side.
Sometimes, I would draw pictures on the surface;
These thin useless arms of mine scrawling tiny doodles,
And she would smile and reply to each one:
Including a heart, for 'I love you'...
And each time I would feel,
As though I could soar through any distance,
As though I could run a hundred miles.
If only so I could see you;
If only because I missed you...
But enough I say...
Enough of this life
I Will Believe That You're Okay...If you tell me you're fine,I Will Believe That You're Okay... in Free Verse More Like This
Then I won't question it.
I won't ask you about the cuts,
Or the bruises.
I'll turn a blind eye to everything...
Instead I'll ask that you join me tonight,
And maybe we'll cook ourselves a little supper.
Maybe you'd like to stay over? It'd be cool!
We'll watch a movie, play a few games.
C'mon you know how much I suck at monster hunter,
Be my wingman--er, lady tonight
And in the morning, let's go for a walk,
There's a huge park just a short distance away.
We could go on one of those nature trail things!
Hell yeah? Hell yeah!
And maybe, after you've had some time to think,
You'll see that things ain't quite as bad as you thought.
And if one day isn't enough to convince you,
Then I'm going to try again tomorrow.
Hell yeah? Hell yeah!
She's Not Your ToyShe's Not Your Toy:She's Not Your Toy in Free Verse More Like This
Mmm, it's okay sweetie
Just stay quiet
It'll all be over soon...
Creaking springs and quiet eyes
Cold without emotion
The smell of fear is mixed with sweat
Breath like a churning ocean
The waves and tide will push and pull
as water fills the cave
The heart longs to stop itself
when there is nothing left to save
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday dear Jenna
Happy birthday to you...
A shock of pain brings her back to the present
The muscular form above her contracting in the dark
She remembers now that her limbs are pinned
but she would not move them anyway...
Happy birthday sweetheart, you're older now
You've grown up well haven't you...
A single shuddering thrust means that everything has ended
and once again a wet worm is pressed to her lips
The weight lifts from her body, leaving red marks around the wrists
limbs denied blood begin to buzz softly as the silence suffocates
She will not move from here, because i
Whispering to LuciferWhispering to Lucifer:Whispering to Lucifer in Free Verse More Like This
Humans are such wonderous creatures
even when granted the gift of knowledge
They fall prey to their own insecurities
slaves to their own fears and paranoia
Such is the father's gift of free will...
Yes my lord, I understand
but do you not feel disappointment?
The great bringer of light has condemned himself to an eternity of darkness
simply so his father's children may roam free
Without adversity, there can be no acension...
Ah, such a philosophical statement from you
I am well aware that humans must experience both extremes
Without tasting joy it would be impossible to understand sorrow
Yet I fear that my brothers have forgotten that, in a single minded pursuit of-
Aye, clever you are to see that
for these brothers of mine find comfort in the wondrous art of destruction
self-abuse is taken as 'fun', addiction is a personal right
Greed is good and gluttony is gold, sloth is scoffed at
and wrath is protected by the comforting
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing
Ch 09 - Tree - FaluuVaudCh 09 - Tree - FaluuVaud in Fantasy More Like This
"Come," Gerontius said, "Follow me..."
"You will soon see my prince," the old man slowly got up, it was apparent his age was getting to him, but the return of the prince gave him strength.
He took the prince deep into the woods. Soon they came across a clearing with an enourmous tree. The prince thought it was his imagination, but when he rubbed his eyes and looked again, the tree was glowing!
"Gerontius... is that tree..." Argent could barely speak in his awe.
Gerontios smiled, "Ah, so you can see the aura, that is good my prince. Yes, it is glowing, but only your family and the highest arcane scholars are disciplined enough to see it. This is the Curatio Tree. It gives off enourmous powers of good and healing. Look at the wound on your chest."
Sure enough as Prince Argent walked closer to the tree, the wound began to heal.
"The Curatio Tree has blessed you with its powers, as it did your
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A cleric's aid overhears the conversation between the old man and the prince.
"So...the legend is true then....the Old woman in the pyramid was correct in believing him to be her son," he thought to himself. "But how did they get this power anyway?"
The Aide, named Clarus, sneaks off back into the corridors and down the southern wing halls to the inner sanctum library. The library has hardly been touched since the wars of the ancients five years ago. Clarus opens the old, dusted door, and lights a lamp on a stand in the old room. He scours the shelves for books on such a phenom, a prodigy. How could such a being exist? There were magic prodigies, but not like this! He looks from various books, from Dragonfire wielders, to Psionic Magi, to Avatars themselves. He could find nothing. Why?
"It's like nothing I've seen before! I've read for hours and hours, and hours, and still nothing! Why can't I find anything?!" Clarus muttered to himself, kicking a shelf. As the shelf shook, a book fell
Ch 06 - Gift - ZiennaCh 06 - Gift - Zienna in Fantasy More Like This
"I… I don't…" Argent replied in a confused tone. "A… a throne?"
The old man nodded. "Yes, you majesty." His eyes glimmered in the light of day. "Your gift… I can't believe… There isn't any way you could be able to forget," he pondered out loud, then quickly shut his mouth, bowing his head again. "Excuse me for saying such rash words majesty, of course there is no reason to doubt you…"
The blonde man still looked confused. "A gift? But…" His voice trailed off as he thought. What gift was this man talking about? Who was he anyway? How come the man knew his name? Did he know him?
"Prince Argent, please, come with me and I will explain," the old man said quietly, taking Argent by the arm and guiding him over to a spot on the floor that wasn't covered in black ashes. Quickly covering it with his cape, he muttered a quick apology, not daring to look Argent in the eyes.
Argent sat down, not even really noticing the cloak. The elder sat down next to him, face downcast. Then he began explaining
Ch 03 - Song - KharadinCh 03 - Song - Kharadin in Fantasy More Like This
Gazing up at the sky he continued to try and unravel what had happened to leave him battered and bloodied like this. The blood had since stopped weeping from the gash on his chest but the bruises to his stomach still pained him. The sun still blazed in the sky above and the sand beneath him burned his back as he lay. Sitting up he looked closer at the rune-covered pebble in his hand, wiping drops of blood from its surface his stared at the patterns that adorned it.
He brought it closer to his face to examine it more thoroughly but as he lifted his hand the runes began to glow with a white light. At first it blinded him but as his eyes adjusted he could see that all of the engravings were brightly lit with the light. It looked as if it were erupting from the centre of the stone, but why would it do this now? Why not when he first clutched it?
Still mystified by how the pebble in his hand had suddenly become almost a ball of pure light he stood up, still aching from his numerous injuries
Ch 04 - Fire - KharadinCh 04 - Fire - Kharadin in Fantasy More Like This
As he battled through the dense forest following the tune a high pitched scream suddenly shattered the serenity of the melody that filled the air. He looked around to try and see where it had come from but saw nothing but dense vegetation. He took another step forward and another scream filled the air, this time the voice was different. Looking around again he noticed a faint orange glow coming from above the treetops to the west. Unable to put the cries of pain out of his mind he decided to head that way to see what was happening, to see why these people were yelling out in agony.
As he fought his way through more trees and vines he noticed that the air was getting hotter, but not with humidity. The air around him was hot with the heat of fire. Mustering all the strength he could he sped up his pace and headed for the orange glow. When he reached it he was mortified by what he found, a forest village totally aflame. Charred dead bodies strewn across the floor. The screams were now com
Ch 02 - 7cards - Three-planesCh 02 - 7cards - Three-planes in Fantasy More Like This
Within the confines of a pyramid deep in the dark forests, an ominous ritual was taking place. Several members of a cult known only as the Gamman Sha were conducting a ceremony in the dark pyramid. The time had come for them to revive the ancient dragon Moravia Vice. They gathered around the ancient sculpture of the ancient dragon, and placed a plate from a dragon's shoulder onto it. Their witchcraft would be able to revive the ancient beast, and they would use it to ravage the lands of the Imperials. With their powerful spells at their disposal, they chanted a spell for hours, until the statue melted into a mud puddle. The scale sunk into the mud, and turned the mud into a slimy black. Soon, the black slime transformed itself, blasting a light into the sky.
Meanwhile, in the forest, a young rogue - a temple thief, was darting among the trees, and noticed the light. Little did he realize that he was witness to an event that would change an entire kingdom.
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The elder looked up from the cloak in the moment of silence after his explanation. His eyes were heavy and his body tired, but his spirit told him to stay awake and fight. He needed to tell Argent everything he knew, everything necessary for the prince to know to survive; to know who he really was. Just saying the young man was a prince wasn't by far enough. If the prince was to survive and rule once more after this all was over, he needed to be told and learn again many, many things.
Argent broke the silence. "Who are you?"
The elder sighed, looking down again and thinking. Finally he answered as followed: "I cannot tell you who I am, my prince, only that I was once told to protect you." After a few seconds of silence he continued: "My name is Gerontius, son of Geraint."
The prince stayed silent, seeing all his previous questions answered. He did, however, have another question shooting through his head. If he had healing powers, then why did he still have that slash across his chest?
Ch 01 - Wound - SquizzleCh 01 - Wound - Squizzle in General Fiction More Like This
The open cut painted across his porcelain-skinned chest poured relentless scarlet, forking down towards his heavily bruised stomach as he fought determinedly for breath. Between desperate and frustrated gasps he forced his shaking legs to move mere inches over the piercing hot sand, leaving a sorry trail of blood behind him, his fair hair strewn across lightly freckled skin. The sharp grains tore at his knees as they dragged themselves wearily along. His sight was blurred and his hearing scarce, his fingers numb yet his abdomen throbbing with pain. The pathetic remains of his memory were scattered in irretrievable fragments inside of his head; if he knew where he was he certainly had no idea of how he had got there, or how he came to have been mercilessly slashed across the chest.
The blazing sun glared down onto his back, resulting in nothing but tenderising his entire body even more, making it harder to drag his exhausted frame across the deserted beach. The sea lapped calmly against
Ch 05 - Prince - KharadinCh 05 - Prince - Kharadin in Fantasy More Like This
He stood there still clutching the pebble. It perplexed him why the sorcerer had treated his possession of the rock with such surprise, what could be so special about a pebble he found on the beach? The fires around the village still burned but the screaming had stopped, after all the dead cannot scream. He also noticed that the song he had previously been following had also stopped, yet the pillar of light still shone brightly in the sky.
Thinking that he may find something that could help him deduce what had gone on he began to walk around the village, looking for any sort of clue as to where he was or what had happened. As he stepped between burnt out buildings he heard something behind him. Surely no-one could have survived such carnage? Just as he was going to turn he heard a voice.
"Stop! What is your business here."
He began to turn slowly but felt a sharp point rest against his back.
"Do not move outsider! Tell me! Why are you here? Are you with that heathen who laid waste to o
Some people live their lives like pencils.First,Some people live their lives like pencils. in Free Verse More Like This
But at the end,
and wipe out
.The opening was so inadvertent,. in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't see you were using a clip
instead of a key
to unlock my heart.
SilenceYour silence speaksSilence in Free Verse More Like This
"You can't live without me".
Before, mine was a plea,
but I learnt yours lied,
and now replies
"I'm doing so."
.Speak once:. in Free Verse More Like This
convince a friend;
convince the strange.
And if who you want to convince,
then don't stop speaking,
.She scraped her knees on the pavement,. in Free Verse More Like This
and despised it;
forgetting it was never there to make her fall,
if not, to allow her well walk.
.I think the love that escapes us,. in Free Verse More Like This
never comes back.
And so, hearts need to be filled
from time to time.
Some people end up empty chested,
.Only one can habit a body,. in Free Verse More Like This
and I let you inside.
(I still search for myself,
but it's like trying to find
scales on a bird).
Believe in your smileI always have those daysBelieve in your smile in Free Verse More Like This
Where I just feel alone
I cant truly explain
Why this is so.
I can be surrounded
The entire day
By friends, acquaintances, strangers
Yet, alone is how I feel.
And when I have one of those days
I just feel like hiding,
Now I know that theres
A better way.
When Im feeling alone
Because smiling is something
When Im alone Ill
Sing to myself
And remember those by my side.
Even if Im not in someones arms.
Even if Im not with a friend.
I will tell myself
That I am loved
Because now I know that I shouldnt tear.
Smiling will allow
More doors to open,
Where I can be myself.
So Ill do like I used to
Before I knew of troubles in life.
Ill do like I used to
When I was very small.
I will simply smile
And scare it away
I wont allow
So I will smile
Like I used to.
I will sing to myself.
I will keep a happy face
And only when tears
Threat to fall,
Will I let th
IluminationIluminationIlumination in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fire that warms the inner soul,
Yet leaves scars.
Fire that dances and explodes in happiness,
That overcomes common sense.
Fire that comes from one place:
There can be passion without love
But only the combination of love leads to
The fire that cannot be extinguished
Except by water and wind.
Fire which can overcome differences,
That can join two to form one.
the one love that lasts in its purest state
The water are my tears,
The wind are our quarrels,
And the fire is extinguishing.
My story, my life- chapter 1Chapter 1-My story, my life- chapter 1 in Short Stories More Like This
It was the 27th of June and I couldn't have been happier. The person that I loved, and still love, asked me to be his girlfriend. I accepted and thought that my life was perfect. It wasn't until a few days after that I realized that my life was going to change radically forever. On the 6th of July 2005 my life changed and I lost the respect for my father.
I was on msn talking to my boyfriend and suddenly my mother called me. She didn't understand much about computers, and since at school I had computer class she asked me for help. She simply told me she wanted to find some things in my father's computer, so I asked why. I have always been very curious, and perhaps that is the reason why I wanted to have a job like CSI. My mother looked at me. She tried to hide her emotions but somehow I could read her. Anger, disappointment and pain. Something told me that her heart was aching and that something terrible happened. She clicked on my father's e-mail account and opened the inbo
Your Eyes Created an IllusionYour eyes created an illusionYour Eyes Created an Illusion in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of which I am a victim.
Your eyes broke my seclusion,
My confidence and my stance.
Why do you have such eyes?
Such soothing, lovable eyes?
With an effortless gesture of the hand,
Without an intention,
You transform beyond your eyes something bland
Into something fair and sweet.
Despite my wintery voice and frowns which
Are my only companions,
My personality you do enrich
Why don't you see me, dull me?
Due to your illusion I am a fool
I can no longer see my
Reflection, my flaws. You are indeed cruel
For seeing me through those eyes.
I did not wish to be loved. I did not wish for you to see my imperfections as perfect.
Cherry BlossomLook at the soothing Sakura treeCherry Blossom in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Look at the leaves dancing with glee,
Allow your hope to be restored
Let Sakura make you feel adored.
My story, my life- chapter 2Chapter 2-My story, my life- chapter 2 in Short Stories More Like This
Promises. People who know that they won't be able to keep a promise shouldn't promise. They still promise though, and that hurts more the other person than the truth would. Promising is all about the truth and doing what you said you would. I used to trust everyone a lot, but when my father broke his promise I began to see that not everyone is trustworthy.
My mother entered my room a day later and told me that she had news. Since I helped her find proof in my father's computer and since I was the oldest my mother decided to tell me almost everything that was going on. If doing that was good or bad can be debated, I felt that it was good because I needed to know what was going on.
"What happened?" I asked. I was lying down on top of my bed looking out the bedroom window.
"Your father won't let me go with him. He says that it's a business trip so he wants to go alone." She informed me.
"I see… is he really expecting us to believe him?"
"Looks like it." She answered.
My story, my life- PrologueMy Life, My StoryMy story, my life- Prologue in Short Stories More Like This
As tears crawl down my face a perturbing thought went across my head for about the hundredth time that day. My life will never be like it used to be. I was sure it wouldn't. Millions of people have suffered and are suffering for the same reason as I am. Actually, the suffering never really ends. It's just like a story—that was never finished. It has a beginning, middle and then it starts ending but there is never a last sentence or epilogue. What I am talking about is divorce, affairs, and a family breaking up. A whole family.
It all started in July 2005. I was thirteen years old and had just passed seventh grade. I used to be a cheerful girl full of friends and never had any big problems. I was a good student and took life seriously; however, less than I take it now. Vacations had started and I was glad I was finally going to the beach and have fun, just l
I love... and hate being a writerI hate being a writerI love... and hate being a writer in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
yet I love it too
though such ambiguous feelings
cannot be explained so simply...
I loathe the unsterilized ink
which continually poisons my veins
and pumps from an all too emotional heart
yet when this ink is set free
breathed from my syringe of a quill
I'm assailed by such a breathtaking sense
of relief and release that I forget
and become intoxicated on my own vile.
I abhor my blank eyes
which so incoherently delude me
as to what is real
that I am faced continually
with the realization that reality
will never be enough for me
and yet these blank eyes are the same
on which I paint such beautiful fantasies
and experiences which I faithfully adore.
I detest the imagination
which hosts menial plays with
unwritten roles and spitfire lines
and asks me to fill the holes
Wanna Trade?Hey wanna trade?Wanna Trade? in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'll give you my heart
For your smile
They're both so pure
I think its a fair trade.
Hey wanna trade?
I'll give my virginity
For your words
Both feel so sweet
Both make us happy
I thinks its a fair trade.
Hey wanna trade?
I'll give you my trust
For your lies
Both feel so true
Both feel so real
I thinks its a fair trade.
Hey wanna trade?
I'll give you my tears
For your devotion
Both feel so heavy
Both feel so unwanted
By each of us
I think its a fair trade.
Hey wanna trade
I'll give you everything
For your heart
You already have two
Mine and yours.
I think its a fair trade.
Hate Sleeping AloneEach nightHate Sleeping Alone in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I lay in bed...
Letting my covers
Try to keep me warm
Though they're never
As warm as your arms.
Letting my dreams
Try to soothe me
Into a deathly calm
Though they're never
As calming as your
Letting hundreds of sheep
Try to caress my eyes
To finally close
Though they shall never
In the way your gentle hand
In mine will.
And while the covers may try
They will never fill the place
Where you slept beside me.
My dreams will never
Fill the emptiness left
Without your breathe.
The sheep will never
Lift me away
Like the comfort of knowing
That your near me
And that you
Will be the first thing I see
When I wake
And each night I stay awake
Because without you
I'd rather not sleep.
I Locked You In My HeartI locked you in my heartI Locked You In My Heart in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And threw away the key,
In there you roamed free
Grabbing at every delicate memory
Residing besides you
Placing a little bit of yourself
In every part of there
Till there was no part without
But as your place there grew larger
My heart grew smaller...
and smaller for you
Till it could hardly fit you.
And though you tried
To leave the same way you came
The door was locked
From the outside in
With the key in the trash.
And as my heart finally grew
My love, too suffocating
You left my heart in the only way
That you could...
Breaking it apart
Piece by piece
Till there was a hole
Large enough for you to leave
And for my heart
To crumple into almost nothing
But the remains of a locked heart
And a key still in the trash.
Printemps (Spring)Printemps (Spring) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As every year, a summer festival is held, filled with dancers and music. It has been years since Arthur first spotted him, and yet again he sees the boy that attends every year, yet this time he seems to notice Arthur as well… RealLifeAU, USUK, oneshot, bittersweet, songfic
Please note the age difference between Arthur and Alfred would be around 2 years or so uwu Also this fic was inspired by Coeur de Pirate’s ‘Printemps’ of which you’ll be able to find an English translation video on youtube.
I like to imagine this fic is somewhat taking place in Paris orz, but I didn’t state that as I couldn’t come up with a proper reason.
From beneath his eyelashes, Arthur had spotted him.
The bright sun of a
My One and OnlyMy One and Only in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred loves photography and he loves Arthur. It wasn't weird to take pictures of someone without them knowing, right? After all it was just love, pure love AU,USUK,onesided,songfic
He knew he was being silly, hanging in the tree opposite to the house where Arthur lived. Spyglass around his neck and camera in hand and trying to keep his balance as he almost fell off.
Another picture. This one had most likely worked out well, for his hand had been steady and Arthur had just turned his head his way. Was he about to open the window now? Te shadow behind the lace-curtain was walking closer to the window.
Alfred quickly crawled back between the leaves of the tree. "That was close!" He figured as Arthur indeed went to open the window. A small breeze moved his hair back and his big, yet beautiful eyebrows were visible. The green eyes narrowed a bit as the eyebrows
Hamburgers With Rockin'TeaCH15Hamburgers With Rockin'TeaCH15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arthur was now walking through the mall, still not sure what to buy for Alfred.
He'd passed several toy-shops and sweets-shops but he didn't find anything that he thought would really appeal to Alfred, no matter how childish the lad was, or he wouldn't be able to afford it.
By this time, Arthur actually became desperate. After he'd dropped his guitar at his favourite instrument store he'd be able to pick it up tomorrow-, he'd been walking around for three hours at least. And even though the city was big enough to have a lot of different items, he still wasn't able on finding the perfect gift.
He'd never been good at finding gifts, but mostly some flowers would do, or some money. Maybe even some average gift. But for Alfred he felt like he had to buy something special. The guy had also bought him some rather expensive and especially very precious gifts. And thus he wanted something just as worthy to give in return.
But that turned out to be more difficult then he
Antique Love CH2Antique Love CH2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Well, of course sorry for the wait, but please understand that school is really trying to kill me! I will try making the chapters longer, but I can't promise yet. I'll do what feels right.
Also sorry if Alfred is somewhat OOC at this part; it's that way in order to make the plot work, so please bear with it. I promise you guys he's not a bad man
Oh and I'm planning to make a small contest for you all to draw a preview-picture for dA! so make something when you feel like it? I have no deadline set yet, but I give you at least a month :3 make whatever you feel fits the story!
The bluest eyes I had ever seen; the ones that looked as if they were the sky itself, as if they were small portals to an unreachable world of dreams and eternal happiness. It were the eyes that were now staring down on me.
I was speechless.
"Hey wait a minu- " the man, almost still a bo
Hamburgers with Rockin' Tea CH23Hamburgers with Rockin' Tea CH23 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sorry if I miss any accent things, I’ve not written down accents lately so I might mess up @_@
She’ll hold your hand and burn you bridges one by one,
Open up your eyes and you might see what you’ve become,
She’ll drag you down,
There’s still some time to run and I hope you do,
Really hope you…
I hope you’ll come back some time soon…” 
As the last chord of Arthur’s guitar faded away the radio DJ began to talk again.
“Thank you, Rockin’ Awesome, for this performance! Their newest single will be available to buy very soon, everyone be sure to check it out!”
It was yet another advertising gig on a well-known radio station throughout the country. The band was doing well, gaining more and more popularity rather easily, but Arthur still felt troubled over his small fight –was it