Tribes of Anowara: PrologueMore Like This
It was a misty autumn afternoon, nearly evening. The sea sat calm, and the wind blew silently, unfeelable. The dew clung to the needles of the trees, Cypress, Cedar, Pine. Kenéil sat upon a rock, on a white beach, looking out to sea, looking for signs of his quarry: Harbor seals. He too, felt the droplets embrace on his fur, but he did not mind, his kind loved the water. His kind were the Kayéil Kushtaka, or Peaceful Land Otter People, in their tongue.
The Kayéil Kushtaka were a relatively new race in Anowara, only existing for the last millennia. Physically, they were similar to River Otters, only they had opposable thumbs, a two legged stance, slightly shorter more human looking torsos, and limbs that were about twice as long as their four legged brethren, as well as Human height. They were slender, but quite muscular, with small shoulders and necks the width of their relatively small heads, to add to their swiftness underwater. Their people did not
.one day the earth will dim;More Like This
the light in the sun will flicker and die,
and the moon will sigh and roll over,
keeping her back to the world
our shadows will say farewell
to our bodies, and go their own
way in the darkness
RebelPrologue: NightmaresMore Like This
Buildings speeding past, rain hammering down all around and soaking them to the skin. Connor clung tightly to his father’s chest, their hearts pounding together as one. The small boy was terrified but he didn’t understand why.
They flew over a wall that blocked their path, his father staggering slightly as they impacted the ground on the other side. He was placed on his feet.
“Run to the park, Connor. Hide in the trees and whatever happens, don’t come out until I get you. Understand?”
“I’ll be right behind you,” his father kissed him on the forehead before Connor took off, running as fast as his little legs would carry him but it didn’t feel fast enough. He ran across the open grass, the trees finally coming into sight and he aimed to hide behind the biggest one that he could find.
Once hidden in the shadows, he turned to watch for his father. It felt like a lifetime before
Silly Hetalia Written MemeSimple But Random Hetalia Scenario Meme:More Like This
I was (1) with (2) at (3), but (4) (5) because (6), so I (7). Then I went home and (8).
1: Birth month
May: eating pasta
June: throwing tomatoes at people
July: Sweeping the floor
August: Filming a movie
September: Stalking my boyfriend/girlfriend
October: watching anime
November: reading comic books
December: plotting world domination
1: America (Alfred F. Jones)
2: England (Arthur Kirkland)
3: France (Francis Bonnefoy)
4: China (Yao Wang)
5: Russia (Ivan Braginsky)
6: Canada (Matthew Williams)
7: North Italy (Feliciano Vargas)
8: South Italy (Lovino Vargas)
9: Germany (Ludwig)
10: Japan (Kiku Honda)
11: Austria (Roderich Edelstein)
12: Hungary (Elizabeta Héderváry.)
13: Switzerland (Basch Zwingli)
15: Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt)
16: Latvia (Raivis Galante)
17: Lithuania (Toris Laurinaitis)
18: Estonia (Eduard Von Bock)
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
Ashes to AshesAshes to ashesMore Like This
Dust to dust
Forget the past
Tainted by lust
Man the mast
And sail the sea
Before you pay a hearty fee
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Forget the past
Oh you must!
Play the mouse
And flee flee flee
Before the monster catches thee
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
Just give in
You've already been beat
Into the river
With your hopes and dreams
Out with hatred and misery
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust
I cant forget,
As I succumb to rust
Bad to the Bone - PrologueI have worked with dogs almost my entire life and rehabilitated some of the worse cases you could think of, having learned from the best. I can tell you what state of mind a dog is in and read their body language but none of that prepared me for this. My reactions weren’t quick enough and I didn’t have my loyal bodyguard, my Rottweiler, Jaws with me. I think someone was relying on that.More Like This
Taking a breather from the chaos of Forlorad’s Canine Society’s Dog show, I was walking in the direction of the forest when I heard it. The thundering of paws on grass accompanied by a snarl. I span around but it was too late. The huge Malinois had launched itself at me, jaws wide ready for the kill. It landed full force on my chest, sending me crashing to the ground, knocking the wind out of my lungs. Before I could catch my breath, I felt the sharp, powerful teeth sink into my neck, my scream silenced before it escaped my lips.
The OakDo you rememberMore Like This
That one house we made?
The one we carved
Out of the giant oak?
Because I sure do.
I visit it every day,
Watching the leaves blow,
And listening to the rustle.
And now it's Autumn.
The leaves have changed
To their brilliant reds...
Their wonderful oranges.
If only you were here
To witness this event.
To see the flaming tree
That has no heat.
But I know that at least...
At least you're here,
With me in spirit.
But also in the tree.
I remember your last,
That when you left us...
We give you a funeral at the tree.
We did more than that.
We scattered your ashes around it,
And buried your heart
Directly under the core.
This giant oak tree
That we once called home...
Is now the most precious
Place here in my world.
Arctic SoulI was in the snowMore Like This
Feeling so alone,
With time to think
And so changed the
Disposition of my heart,
So breathe your breath on this
And bring back the warmth
To my Arctic Soul
Come rescue my ice-sculpted body
From the blue-black cold
Extend your arm
Grab my hand tight
Hurry, whisk me away
Before I end the fight
Take me to your home
Set me in front of the fireplace
That is your smile
And hot-steam breath
Melt the bitterness
From my Arctic Soul
Chisel my features
And redefine who I am,
Pose me, like a frozen mannequin
Lifeblood begin to flow,