The KeeperThe stars bloom, while a sun diesMore Like This
The moon shadow impales us
A scythe was used, their heads are now gone
Taken by the keeper, the one who takes the souls of dying suns
The dark matter weeps for the loss of another sun
From there grief dark energy was born
The universe was never the same, expanding at an accelerated rate
As small as we are we don’t feel the change
Ignorance’s that is to blame
The moon angers and withdraws further from us every year
In its rages it reaches the sun, a supernova appears
And as for us we disappears
Our souls taken by the keeper
The keeper of the forgotten ones
Kingdom Hearts 2 The Little Engine That Could pt1Part 1More Like This
*It was early in the morning when a little boy named Eric was reading a book. Then his older sister Jill comes in*
Jill: *smirks* Whatcha reading, Eric?
Eric: *smiles* About the little engine and the toys it brings! It's a birthday train and tomorrow's my birthday!
Jill: *smirks teasingly* Ha ha! Birthday train full of toys? I just can't believe you're really believe that.
Eric: Sure I do. It'll come!
Jill: *walks away from him* Don't hold your breath. *her right hand holds the door and turn her head to her little brother, Eric* This is not gonna be any little engines or birthday trains gonna be here.
Eric: It'll come. I know it will! I know it will! I know it will! I know it will!
*After the appearance of the world name know as Train Yard Express, we see Sora, Donald Duck, and Goofy walking through a forest close to a train yard*
Sora: I wonder where we are now?
Donald: I don't know.
Goofy: Gawrsh me either.
?????: *Loud whistle noise* TO WORK! TO WORK!
The Two RoadsOnce there was a girl who couldn’t accept happiness, she was scared. Scared of the people around her might reject her for who she is. So, she shut up like a clam keeping to herself and only when necessary allowed brief moments of relief in. she thought this way of life would go on forever.More Like This
However one day she met a boy, a boy with a smile as wide as a banana and it felt like the sun had come whenever he was around. He was the opposite of her, open like a book with eyes that twinkled like stars; they held kindness so profound it stunned you. I guess you could call it one of those “stop and stare” moments. All her life she only saw the worst side of people. They stole, lied, and hurt each other for reasons that seemed silly to her.
But those people around that boy would catch a contagious disease, which made them happy. It was a genuine happiness with no motives, no schemes. He seemed incorruptible, righteous, and she wanted that happiness too but once again she was afr
Meaning of SpringThe first flower blooms on the first days of springMore Like This
A rainbow can be seen falling from the sky
The waves rise up over the clouds, it then becomes night
The land splits and new worlds are made
A bird lost its egg while another learns to fly
Man was the hundredth species know to this world
Wind blows ice but the fiery grasses melts it
Rivers are born then some die
The connections of this world is unknown
That’s why we learnt how to fly
Something written came to pass
The reason we forgot how to fly
One man remembers died
Small flower blooms its the first day of spring
Same place where that man died
Confession to a wolfMore Like This
My dearest wolf, how delightful it is to meet you. You think you overtook me by surprise? No, you are quite mistaken. I've been longing for you. Day after day I've been watching the paths you took, the territories in which you hunted, the rivers from which you drank. Why the weird look, wolf? I am merely a girl, you caught my scent. And forgive me for smelling like a fox - our paths keep crossing each other; I am cutting the tail of vulpes vulpes with silver scissors and it keeps growing back and this madman keeps stepping on the same rake. Not my fault, now, is it. I know - you can't run with the foxes and yet hunt with the wolf. But you will make an exception for me, won't you?
You look gaunt, my dearest wolf. You are running with chain snippets asphyxiating your neck - did someone try to tame you? Dupes. Come, let me take that old collar off your fine neck. Ah, stop looking at me in such a distrustful manner. We know
MAY YOU ALWAYS REST8-1-11More Like This
You asked if I had seen the pain
To your brave and troubled past
The hungry need in your eyes
Truth revealed at last
My heart cries out
Your broken soul bleeds
To touch the sting
And know what it means
Suffering has been no stranger
Haunting every dark door
It comes as relentless waves
Like tides chasing the shore
The sun has set too many times
Leaving no sign of light
All hope bitterly lost
Closing in for the night
Love has come and gone
Lonely paths and unshed tears
Unfinished and never forgotten
Timeless, through passing of years
I want to take away
The hurt that you feel
Show you a genuine love
That is more than real
Come soft to my waiting arms
Lay your head on my breast
Safe at home, sleep sweet
May you always rest.
LonesomeI feel lonelyMore Like This
each sleepless night I stare at my ceiling.
I feel lonely
each day I walk through the school corridors alone.
I feel lonely
each time I read a book that reminds me of you.
I feel lonely
each time I see a picture that resembles you and me.
I feel lonely
each time my phone lights up and it's someone else.
I fee lonely
because we weren't meant to be alone.
Critique: A BreakdowndeviantArt is a website focusing on art. Wherever there is art, there is bound to be critique- no exceptions. While this fact may be aggravating and/or intimidating to younger, more inexperienced artists, they should learn and heed some basic advice on how to respond appropriately to receiving a critique.More Like This
This is a little bit of information about critiques- who critiques, what a critique encompasses, the different "styles" or approaches people take when offering critique, and appropriate ways to respond to all kinds of critiques.
What is Critique
Noun: A detailed analysis and assessment of something; a critical review or commentary, especially one dealing with works of art or literature.
Verb: Evaluate (a theory or practice) in a detailed and analytical way
In a nutshell, a critique (or to critique) is to approach something and analyze something in a critical manner. The key words here are analyze and criti
Beta Reading TutorialMore Like This
What is a Beta Reader?
Apart from being a writer's best friend, beta readers provide a cross between edits and a critique. A beta reader does not edit a manuscript, but will note the errors for the author to fix. Advice and critiques are other services a beta may perform.
Establishing a Relationship
You've just partnered with an author; what do you do first? Establish with your author what each of you expects from the relationship. A solid understanding of expectations starts the partnership on a productive path and avoids misunderstandings.Time Expectations
Is the author expecting a 24 hour turn around, while you're thinking a week? If not discussed prior to an exchange, turn around time can cause tension. Be honest with your availability and then add some padding, in case of emergency. Do not agree to time constraints you cannot meet.
Length of Partnership
Is the manuscript a novel or a short story? Ask what the author is seeking a beta
The UniverseMore Like This
The earth rumbles the sky shakes
The moon eases back into it's secret place
The sun bows it gets cold
The world as we know it will be no more
The seas color is still yet unknown
The places we once love there are no more.
We as humans destroy the world even the trees fail to grow.
The wind spirals the clouds cry
I guess that's their way of saying good bye.
News and Updates (3/02/15)More Like This
There's been a lot of confusion over the male Dire slots. I know quite a few people had bought "Unlimited slots" to certain male dires. So here's the deal.
For everyone who had the "Unlimited Slots" that were deals before the Dire male slot limit rule, you get 5 slots max. The owners of the dires need to show proof of the Unlimited slots deal/permissions in a new permissions for said dires.
This is a one time deal, as from now one we will not be supporting or safeguarding anything like this in the future.
So Tribe Tiers and other information regarding them has finally been filled out, still working out the kinks but everything is now up and running and Tribes can now redeem their TP. If tribes are completely new to you, check them out! Tribes, and How to Form Them
Still on a hiat
8!(Challenge one's self and by doing soMore Like This
Step forward away from the fear that holds you every so firmly.
Poisoned Heart~ Chapter 1Sitting by herself on a bench near the beach, the lavender feline princess stared out on the beautiful landscape, slightly daydreaming as she had her hands on her lab.More Like This
She reached her down in her pocket and pulled a golden necklace with an oval-formed locket, with small diamonds around it and a special wavy pattern too, hanging from it with a matching golden colour as the chain.
It was a gift from him. Her friend. The psychokinetic male who seemed to haunt her mind. Every time he was around, she always felt the same very small jump in her ice cold rock heart. A weird feeling she wanted to figure out what was.
'Why is it so difficult to find out what I feel?' She thought as she stared down in her hands, stroking her fingers over the oval-shaped golden locket. Her mind was racing through every possible emotion but Blaze never knew how they felt and just passed them with no thoughts, no worries of them.
Like a call for help, a voice inside the back of her head spoke to the confused
Wildfire.He watched on in grief.More Like This
Stunning ivory eyes finally came into focus. They glistened as water balanced on the edge, threatening to pour out. He was occupied by something in the distance, something that was unaware of his presence lingering like a bad odor smell. The more he gazed at the girls beauty the more his mood darkened. He cursed himself at how much valuable time he wasted on her, just standing there, watching her from afar.
She was so lovely, with short lilac fur that looked as light as blossoms, amber orbs that almost matched his and the type of eyes that made him forget everything, including himself. And a delicate, but firm voice that sounded like a melody to his ears. Her voice alone caused his legs to wobble like jelly.
“Silver?” His head jerked instantly towards the source of calling, the sound of his own name wasn’t enough to awaken him from his daydreaming state. Silver frowned at pink hedgehog who approached.
Request: Demons Own You. [Inuyasha X Kagome]More than ten minutes passed by, and by then the delicate surface of the crystal clear water suddenly began to bubble and flare uncontrollably like a dangerous fire igniting the sky with an orange glow. As the bubbles continued flickering a feminine figure quickly metallized from underneath the water. Kagome awoke with a jolt as if she had been electrocuted by a live wire, she abruptly sat up in the bathtub, but when she urgently scanned the room with watery eyes, her vision cleared to see that there was no one there.More Like This
From across the room, she spotted a small jar placed on the table next to the sink. It glared at her blankly as it rested there as still as a possum playing dead. The small dim bulbs attached to the frame of the bathroom mirror casted a soft yellow light onto the smooth corners of the jewel shards that were trapped inside the jar, causing them to look contrasted and bold. The Sacred Jewel Shards wasn’t like any other jewel you would see in a shop, first of all, the
WordsWords to dance, words to singMore Like This
Words to hold, words to cling
Words to hurt, words to heal
Words to take, words to steal
Words to fight, words to burn
Words to read, words to learn
Words to build, words to make
Words to smash, words to break
Words to hope, words to dream
Words to look, words to seem
Words to run, words to fly
Words to laugh, words to cry
In Their Shoes.Everything and everyone we encounter is an iceberg; only the surface is visible, and what lays beneath is an unknown story, within a story, as a result of a story.More Like This
We may see someone walking down the street, and immediately have a watered-down idealized image of them, in their room, doing whatever it is that they do, in their skin, with their experiences behind them, and their world in front of them.
We can empathize with others in a general sense––
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be another?
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to wake up as a random passer-by?
We have an image of what these people are like behind closed doors, when there’s no one around, when they can just be. We interpret these imaginings as beautiful, as interesting, as different, we romanticize the idea of them. We know we’ll never learn the steps to their tune, just as they’ll never dance to the beat of our
The Sixth SenseHave you ever had those feelings of hearing things you've never heard before, like at one moment you hear your name or a name you know, but no one called you, only to be called five minutes later? Or in a trace that you're walking somewhere but your vision is fuzzy but your still walking in some unknown destination, coming to know that you were getting the mail. Waking up in the middle of the night after a dream, coming to know that something may happen. This is a new sense, telling you, pulling you, driving you its a sense you're unfamiliar with and its talking to you. Listen to it, its trying to tell you something.More Like This
Finally I've FlownSay that you believe in faeriesMore Like This
'cause if you don't I'll never fly again
falling down is not as scary
as never finding confidence to stand
and now I guess, I'll never know
I'm in Neverland forever, I never will grow old
and I'm leaving you lost boys and girls, alone
and finally I've flown
I'm a hero in a land of treasure
and a failure, in a body that's all wrong
I tried to measure up to this adventure
to fantasize and make believe I'm strong
But if I give my all and still
amount to nothing in the end, then I guess it was pretend
when I thought that I could help protect my friends
and with my lance I'll charge
into the morning, look for me by the
light of the second star
I used to feel so small and wary
but maybe growing up means many things
So say that you believe in faeries
cause really, they're just miracles with wings
And if you miss me, let me go
you can kiss me but my body will eventually grow cold
but you can dream of me and I will let you know
that I am fine here
I am not alone
A tale of a lost heroMy heart wavers, my kingdom is in peril, and I must once again go to arms to defend what is mine from the awful sins that plague it. With my sword dub ''Santory'' I will once again spill blood on the stones of love, leaving shatter skulls and limp bodies of those you stand to cause harm to her. The clouds will rain down tears for the fallen but the water will be a bright red from the ones I laid waste to. Thus fear and despair will once again be known when ever my name is said. My name is ''Bankenkai'' and this is my story.More Like This
The year is 1902; the name of my kingdom is ''Thorin'' the mighty city in the flames. Thorin is surrounded by many active volcanoes but even so the city and its people strive properly. Over time we have learnt to wield the flames thus give us the title of ''fiamma's''. We are a strong and proud race we citizen of Thorin even so we're still peaceful but once again the time has arise for us to draw our swords to defend our land from those who seek to take and destroy
InertiaSometimes, I feel so very sorry forMore Like This
the letters that I write.
Born onto a blank page and
trapped there all their lives.
No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet;
standing in a lonely row
just to express my thoughts as words,
and yet, completely unable to express their own.
They lie paralyzed in their birthplace
lacking the ability to grow and learn.
Immovable to change for the rest of their lives.
And sometimes, I wonder to myself,
why I choose to be the same.
The Moon Cries Too, You KnowThe moon is alone in the sky tonightMore Like This
Not a single star is showing off its light
My mind wanders as I wonder why
Why the moon wanted the sky
The moon is in pain, did you not know?
Just look at its scars, not including what it will not show
The sun itself cut and burned her skin
So when Luna sets for her night, you’ll know just where she’s been
The moon is alone in the sky tonight
And her loneliness if filling her with fright
Afraid of loneliness and afraid of eternity
Praying that someday, a lover will answer her plea
As I watch her from below, my heart goes out
I will give her a love which she cannot doubt
I will become a star, and I will share the sky
All to let her know that she is always in my eyes.
Quietly, GentlyShy smiles and fluttering butterflies,More Like This
My heart would beat faster when I looked into your eyes.
Even then, as I held you warmly in my arms,
Every word you said put me under your charm.
Dozing off, I sent you a little smile.
And told you that it’s fine to fall asleep for a while.
When you awoke, the sun was setting for its own time to sleep.
So I pulled you close and breathed in so deep.
Quietly, in the dark, I slowly fell in love.
Gently in my arms, I called you my little dove.
1.0"Once upon a time, there lived a queen in a world of mirrors and deception, a queen with gray eyes of steel..."More Like This
Grace isn't sure what she wants to do with her life. At one point in her childhood she'd aspired to become a writer, but that dream faded soon after she realized the ridiculous ambiguity of her writing, her inability to clearly convey countless ideas and stories through the written word. So now she has no ambition whatsoever. Her days are wasted on bulimia-like education at a place called 'school,' as she sees no other way to spend her time.
Math class. "Hello? Grace?" A whiny voice buzzes into her ear. Grace stares ahead at the chalk-covered blackboard with glazed eyes, ignoring the noise. She wishes that she didn't have to deal with such excessively extroverted classmates. "Oh, Grace. Spacing out again, are you now?" She doesn't answer. The teacher lectures the students about asymptotes, oblivious to the class's seeming collective chatter. Grace excuses herself and goes to
Feathery black.SCENE ONE.More Like This
[It is a lovely day. Sunshine filters through the open window and covers Natalie's desk with golden warmth. Natalie sits at her desk, one cheek pressed against the cold wooden surface. Her disheveled hair is pinned back with two broken pens. Balls of crumpled paper surround her, as well as several new, empty spirals, a handful of snapped pencils, and some drinking glasses with mold growing at the bottoms.]
Natalie: Where are all the delicious plots that once filled my imagination? They seem to have disappeared. There are no words to catch, no stories to tell! I feel hollow. I feel my existence crumbling away to nothingness! What will I do?
[It begins to rain. Dark clouds hide the sun, and heavy droplets infiltrate the meshed window and begin to soak Natalie's work. Gasping, she quickly leans forward to close the window. She glances out the window and freezes.
A young man across the street is gazing at her. It's hard for her to tell -- the sheets of rain are making
SuperOmens - Serpent in a devil's trapAnother little Good omens fic for Lord-October :]More Like This
So, so, sorry of how long it took to put up. I had trouble with the ending and still am not completely happy with it but I figured I couldn't keep you waiting any longer.
Crowley was not amused.
In fact; he was most royally pissed off. And even that was an understatement.
He was currently sitting in a dim lit, worn out motel room quite firmly tied to a very uncomfortable chair in the middle of a blessed devil’s trap.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. Oh, no. Far from it because right in front of him was a man sitting on a bed with a bucket full of freaking holy water!
The other man, a tall guy with hair that could challenge any girl’s, was currently tapping away on a computer although he spared a glance every ones in a while to look up at Crowley and the bucket guy.
How he had been caught Crowley w
The Grox Game- Prologue***Prologue***More Like This
I’m not a human. I don’t know any other way to break it to you. I’m humanoid. You know the typical nine foot tall, purple eyed, toucan beaked, frog footed, bat winged, four foot long tail with spikes on the end, heavily armored, blue and black humanoid from planet Lameon (Pronounced like lamb, you know, the sheep,-e-on).
This is Planet War XVII (17). The first thing you should know, is that the Grox’s colors are orange and yellow. Those two colors, when they’re tied together in some way, are illegal on our planet. Lameon’s colors are blue and purple. And, if you haven't figured out already, Grox are bad. Now here are the details of the war, it’s over spice. Our planet, Lameon, has the most rare spice in the world, black. The Grox’s planet, Zanem, has no spice. Our galaxy uses spice for just about everything. So we want spice because, number one, it’s limited, it’ll
terminali.More Like This
we landed in oklahoma
and drank cheap martinis in the terminal;
you carried my guitar and fell in love
with my voice but not my tongue,
not my hands.
there's a man with a garage
that looks like a plane because nothing
meant more to him. will you make a model
of that bar? will you make a model
of my red cheeks? or will you live in a townhome
with her and three children?
the problem was you're not gay.
the problem was there was feeling
but it wasn't for us. i had you but
it wasn't for us.
i'm not sure if i resent you,
but i remember that bar and every pockmark
on the stool you sat on while i played
the song that parted your lips;
you remember every pockmark in oklahoma
like they were ours.
ThirteenThirteen days to make the world-More Like This
thirteen ways to break the mold
Thirteen forces driving life-
thirteen horses riding death
Thirteen merits giving way-
thirteen spirits fighting back
Thirteen dimes spent on words-
thirteen rhymes break on thoughts
Thirteen shadows passing by-
thirteen fellows climbing high
A thousand words can’t make a picture-
thirteen words could make a scripture
Deep into another year
nothing here is left to fear-
past thirteen it all ends here.
1.Individual Nature1. Think not of those things that cause you worry but of the things that sound your mind.More Like This
2. Things written on stone will remain in stone but things written on the sand shall be sweep away with the rising tide.
3. Erase all fear; steal your heart to those desires that bind you to weakness.
4. Ever trend is not to be followed, every follower is not meant to be led, while every leader is not meant to be followed.
Sweet CarolinaI. An angel and a devil met on the road half way from here to no where. They linked arms and walked to the Down South dinner, where they ordered dinner; pie for her, fries for him. She had a pink dress while he wore a red suit and an eye patch.More Like This
II. Down south, sweet Carolina, where the streets are paved with tradition and city’s populated with gossips and history. My way home’s through you, but I haven’t got the time to stop, only wave as I pass by.
III. The drums won’t play themselves, you know, so step up to bat with a baton.
IV. Keep up the pace because the world won’t stop when you need a rest. Deep breath, in, out, in out, and jump back in again. Keep your splash to yourself.
V. The angel had a secret, a burning little desire. She lost her wings for it and swore to repent. But when she met that devil ‘gain, all those thoughts were gone. His touch was fiery brimstone and she was light as air. An explosion was bound to happen—it
It's the ApocalypseRed sensors rotated and his gears resonated within him.More Like This
He could hear the mass silence that echoed endlessly;
no wind wafting through trees or horns blaring…
- only ghosts.
He sensed the crunch of metal and rust grinding
and the clank of disused limbs popping into place.
The mechanics of his body had forgotten basic processes…
- and he felt ancient.
Saved recordings worked through his hard-drive like memories
reminding him of times with oceans of cities, flocks of humans,
and towers so tall he could stand next to them and be called…
The lenses of his eyes fluttered and a new world was upon him;
the sun shone so brightly, alloy sweated from his torso
and the sharp sand beneath his feet grated
- and he began to erode.
The Earth was not as he had left it…
- with farms of humans and armies of titans like himself
who worked to save their creators from their own destruction.
He paced the wasteland they had sought to prevent
Cookerymy blender does not understandMore Like This
"Accept My Gift of Pineapple
Thou Foul Beast!"
this is a blood sacrifice
and she is sadly unreceptive
I begin the main course
I have cupboards full of words
quick brown foxes
I have half a mind (no, three-fourths of a mind)
to sauté them
the golden eggs
more difficult to crack
than I had thought they would be
(forge? My stove doesn't get
I will spice the adjectives with
I will verb these nouns
throw in a voodoo doll or
tulips! Two! Lips!
Crack open a maraca
and sell you some rhythm
Oh you will love this
you will devour this
You will get up and dance to this
I do not understand