Out of TimeMore Like This
I haven't always been a cat. I was, in fact, at one time a relatively happy human being. Inside I still am one. Thanks to that witch, though, I'm a cat to everyone else. At least, I think it was the witch who changed me. It might actually have been the cats themselves who transformed me to save me from the witch's curse. A little known fact if you ever happen to be in a magical duel: curses aimed at humans don't "stick" to animals. Regardless of how it happened, though, I'm still a cat.
When a person becomes a cat, they learn some new things. For example, that scraggly old cat I used to know at Mr. Fluffybottom is really a cat elder, Blazing Dawn. He's much more impressive now that I'm a cat. Thankfully he seems to be more amused than annoyed by the name I used to call him. He was the one to teach me most of what I know about being a cat. I know
I am SafeMore Like This
I am alone
Upon the throne.
Steps outside the door
Soft and stealthy
Creek, creek, creek.
They go up the stairs.
Overhead a cry
Down the stairs
The nob jiggles,
Pounding, pounding, pounding,
A terrible scream.
I am safe, nothing can touch me.
Blood runs under the door.
My AngelMore Like This
To this day I will swear to you that he is an angel. Now granted, most angels don't have wavy red hair or honey brown eyes that you could just melt in, but he did. He was a quiet man, one who you might not notice if you weren't paying attention. It is said that he is one of the best healers the world has ever seen. I'm quite willing to believe that, considering what I have seen him do during the relatively short time I have had the privilege of watching him. Some people claim that he uses magic to heal his patients, but as of yet I haven't seen him use anything more than a bandage or a bundle of herbs to treat me. He often bows his head, but it is a common practice for healers to pray to Ovven for guidance. No, during the entire time he treated me, I never once saw him use anything that was definitively 'magical', and that is saying something. Theron is quite possibly the only man other than my fell
I knew him onceMore Like This
Dullness rests over me
Like a blanket
Hopelessness sits beside me
As company to a weary soul
I feel dead
Dead to the world
My mind sleeps
In dark despair
My heart breaks in anguish
I am surrounded
Yet totally alone
As none can pierce the darkness
That now surrounds me
The icy numbness
Pervades my body
Chilling me to reality
Keeping my heart
From the truth
From the light of day
I hide in the darkness, alone
Unable to face the world
Or its many sorrows
All I can do is sit silently
Here in my little corner
And cry out with my mind,
Screaming to the heavens
Have You Forgotten?More Like This
Have you forgotten what happened that day?
How we all screamed and ran and covered our eyes
How death ended so many precious lives
How children cried for moms and dads
Who would never come to comfort them again.
Have you forgotten the images we saw?
How the smoke filled the screen
How the screams filled our ears
How perfect strangers huddled together
The rich and the poor trying to comfort one another
Have you forgotten the brave sacrifice?
How people ran in when everyone else ran out
How they battled the flames and the smoke
How they went back again and again
And went back one last time, and won't go home again.
Have you forgotten our fervent prayers?
How we hoped for survivors
How we poured out donations
How we came together for one cause
Even as our hopes were dashed time and again
Have you forgotten the horrible tragedy?
How thousands died without reason
How each day children are parentless
How loved ones made that one last call
Before crashing a plane to save us all
Have you forgo
Step OutMore Like This
Life just threw me
Another high flying curve ball
And I'm just standing here
Afraid to swing
Afraid I'll strike out
But you know, I've realized
That if I don't try, I'll always fail
I need to step out
Face the scary things in life
So why am I still sitting here?
I need to step out
I'm not afraid to get dirty
I'm not afraid to fall
I know how it is
But I've done them both so many times
I don't fear doing it again
I need to step out
Face the scary things in life
So why am I still sitting here?
I need to step out
And sometimes just walking forward
Can be the hardest thing to do
Moving on when you can't see what's ahead
Take another step
Someone will catch you
If you happen to fall
So step out
Face the scary things in life
Why are you still sitting here?
You need to step out
Oh yeah, go step out
How Rowling Could EndMore Like This
Full title of this deviation is "How Rowling Could End the Series (but probably wont)"
True predictions shall be bolded
~Use the room of requirement to get everything they need
~Ask for horocruxes, get a map
~Ask to kill Voldemort, get some sort of a weapon
~ A Magical Venus Fly Trap eats Voldemort on the battle field. It was tended lovingly by Hagrid and Neville
~Voldemort is defeated by cheering charms/any other happy type charms.
~We finally find out where conjured things come from.
~(Remember those socks you lost in the wash last week?)
~Dumbledores Army declares war on Laura Mallory.
~Have Harry wake up and realize it was all a dream, there never was a Voldemort.
~Have Voldemort wake up and realize it was all a dream, there never was a Harry Potter.
~Have Tom Riddle wake up and suddenly have new direction in hi
WallsWallsMore Like This
Ive built walls around myself. A strong but simple fortress of four walls. Theyve weathered brutal assaults, hurricanes of emotion painstakingly sorting the waters of mine and foreign emotions, and keeping them separate. Now one by one, theyre being torn down.
It all started as a normal day at work. My office was blissfully silent, its four walls mirroring my own. Form after form is skimmed, filled out, tossed aside. Numbers, names, data, Im only paid to analyze them. I barely glance at the names as I review employee evaluations. Thats someone elses concern; Im not responsible for breaking the news to the unlucky ones. All I have to do is analyze, and sort into three piles good, needs improvement, and detrimental to the company. Every name, every person behind every name, they all live outside my walls thats why Im the best at what I do.
Theres no sound but the scratching of pen on paper. Then sudden
ProtectorMore Like This
In the northern lands, where the lush, dense forest of evergreens gives way suddenly to ice and rocks, most travelers stop. They say there is nothing else to see in such a barren waste. Very few even bother to climb to the top of the first mountain, and for those who do, it is a treacherous hike; loose rock, and deceptive heights are enough to undo even the best if they are not careful. After the long and dangerous hike to the top, adventurers are rewarded with a view of a narrow, steep sided valley made of the same loose rock as the other side. Very few indeed venture across the desolate valley to the next mountain range. Almost none ever bother to climb the third range. No one ever has enough supplies to even bother with the fourth. They would actually have to cross another two ranges before they would see anything resembling life again.
As you start down the slope of the sixth mountain range, the first thin
Remembering...More Like This
"So, tell me again, how long have we been on our own?" Sumettai asked, already knowing the answer, her words were merely the catalyst for a ritual born of long practice.
Though she usually answered right away, Aisuna lingered in what she was doing this day. The wind caught at her heavy green gown and wrapped it around her thin and delicate form as she stood. The small squirrel she had been treating for a stomach ache bounded away, healed. "We've been on our own for years, but it seems like an eternity." Truthfully, she'd never really gotten used to the solitude. Before, Aisuna had always had Korimah or Shimona to talk to, and she was never lonely. Not that she was lonely here with Sumy. Its just that after the war she couldn't find he sibling, no matter how hard she searched. "I came here with you to rest after the war and to think of where we should search next for Korimah. That was almost ten year
The SaintsDarkness' veil once held the land captive. For years, the chaos that corrupted so many went unopposed until finally four awoke from the five elements. For eighteen years they fought against the corruption, not once seeming to succeed. They never got close and finally, they were all murdered in a slaughter, however their valiant effort was not once forgotten by those who suffered from the darkness' reign.More Like This
The Pyro fought the vice, burning the bearer with his fire of ice and sun. The Zephyr used his powers to create furious storms which ate away the malevolence. The Naiad used her powerful waves to knock back the darkness that tried so hard to grow. Terra, with her powers, struck at the evil like a cobra using her steel-like vines and toxic plants, causing it to die slowly.
However, even with their god given powers, they were not strong enough to break through the darkness. All
The Moonpetal Wars - Ch 36More Like This
Drayn left the Eman air space with mounting disgust. He already took care of the foolish Human prince.
He hated to waste his time with such trivial matters, but Keyin proved to play enough distraction to manage to take over Quattar with no problems. The food on board would at least feed most of his people today. The Ameynite King took a deep sigh and watched as his soldiers performed the tasks necessary to keep the ship in flight. However, his mind was elsewhere.
Sister... Of course, there was no mental link, no response. Even if there were, she would avoid him. How dare she do this to me! All for what? A handful of savages, that Idiot and his whore!
He closed his eyes as his muscles tensed, I will send them both to their graves... better yet, erase their whole existence...
It was in this moment he felt something, a pull of his consciousness that something was happening that was too elusive to focus on. His orange eyes shot open, "Hze! Any news of interest in the
The Moonpetal Wars - Ch 35More Like This
The stair finally ended in a small hallway that opened up into a large chamber, where very large metal doors dominated their view.
"Great... Now all we need is some explosives..."
"No." Anya said simply as she continued to walk right up to the doors.
Once she was right in front of them, she began to knock on the door in a special series of bangs and taps. The rest of the group watched her work.
Slowly, the doors slid back creating a gap big enough for only one person to squeeze through. However, the gap was enough to see a glimpse of the enormously of the room beyond the doors before a gun pointed directly at Anya.
"Quay, put down the gun or else." She smiled sweetly, "I do have my katana tonight."
"Holy crap..." Quay said. He lowered the gun and started to push the door open some more.
"Thank you." She moved past him.
He looked at the rest of the group and motioned for them to come in.
"ANYA! Anya looked to the left and then engulfed in long, black hair. "Oh my gods! YOU CAME!"
Out of the Comfort Zone IIIMore Like This
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After the shoot, Xullrae turned the lock and entered her quiet one bedroom apartment. All of her coworkers could not believe she lived here. Oh it was nice as far as a small apartments went, but that was just it, it more an attic than a building. Her downstairs neighbors loved her, but no one, not even them, understood why would someone with so much money wanted to live there in that small space.
Xullrae had no tv, and the refrigerator faced a bed big enough for three. Two feet away was her kitchen counter with appliances hanging from the ceiling. Two lamps were the only source of light. Everything was evenly spaced to give the illusion that there was more room available than what was truly there. The place was truly spotless and clean, as the one lamp cast a sparkling glow everywhere.
The drow entered a small doorframe and flicked the switch to the other lamp and immediately looke
The Moonpetal Wars - Ch 26More Like This
Sarka slowly opened his eyes.
What just happened? He slowly sat up, feeling that his limbs were incredibly heavy. He slowly looked up and around.
"What?" He struggled to get to his feet, but fell down. He looked up, seeing the shattered remains of the fire cornerstone. The base of the red crystal was still intact, but the rest of it was in pieces all around him. Oh, by the Elements...
He blinked. What have I done?
He heard Joshyn's roar to the east. Sarka swallowed hard. Whatever I've done... I'm sorry...
He tried to stand. He knew this was not good, and tried to move, but he fell down again. Great...
He lay on his back, looking up at the sky. I'm stuck here!
Orlyn knocked on the door to Anya's room. She answered wearing another gown again.
"You know, you don't have to wear those if you don't want to," Orlyn said.
"I know..." she sighed, "It's becoming habit now."
She snapped her fingers and she was now
The Moonpetal Wars - Ch 25More Like This
The Queen had to leave as soon as they finished desert, leaving them alone at the table. Anya was still working on her piece of chocolate cake.
"That went better than expected," Orlyn said.
"Your mom isn't as bad as you said she was."
He nodded. "I was a little upset because of everything, so... yeah."
Orlyn looked up at her. "How do you like your cake?"
He smiled. "Good."
"Sorry about what Soi did..."
"I know it wasn't your fault." He put a hand on her shoulder. "She needs to learn you're the one in charge."
"Yeah... that's easier said than done."
"It's always easier said than done. Its just like the military. You have to earn their respect by showing them you're in charge." He rubbed her shoulder a little. "Find something you can use against her."
"She is a part of my soul. She has more against me than I her."
Orlyn sighed. "I don't know then. Maybe find something big. She's the reason you're cursed. So, get everyone against her, big time."
"She's the dominate on
Out of the Comfort Zone IIMore Like This
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Hey Xull, I just got a call from ABC. They want you on Dancing with the Stars if you are interested.
Ronald Mills smiled past flashing cameras and tried to undermine the photographer by talking loudly. Neither man was giving the other any ground until their quarry started losing her focus. Finally the photographer called for a break and Ronald rushed forward to snag Xullraes attention before anyone else could.
Did you hear me? he asked breathlessly, his face beamed with excitement.
I heard you, Xullrae took a seat to get her makeup retouched, rather uninterested by it all.
So what do you think? Ronald pressed.
Ronnie Mills, my agent. He started my modeling career and handles all my public appearances. Oddly enough he doesnt do it for the money. I mean he does get paid, but he takes more enjoyment in claiming he discover
A Parting of WaysCrease caked thick cracked earth brown features. Coffee dark rugged rivers rolled through the canyon lines of his brow. His eyes shone startlingly leather black from iris curve to winking corner, gazing with sparkling brightness.More Like This
His riveted lips parted and shifted in silence before uttering any sound, You think age makes me weak? His voice creaked like the ancient oak, russet leaves rustling. You think the long years bring me closer to death?
The firelit cavern shuddered in time to his low, soft, breathy chuckling. You pine for your day of ... insurrection and succession. He was racked by further chilling soundless huffing. His crumpled face and sunken eyes leered forwards as he rasped, then you will be waiting- for eternity.
The milk skinned youngster retreated in disgust, his arrogant nose lifting and proud brow extending. He marred his finely carved features with a look of superior loathing.
You claim to be a master over time, y
Out of the Comfort ZoneMore Like This
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I go where my feet take me . . . or rather what my job requires of me. When Im not in school, Im on the road heading for the next photo shoot. Ive been in many cities and even different countries due to modeling but now Ive limited myself to a catalog model so that I may finish my education.
I have already graduated medical school and in my fifth year of specialized training in pathology. That means Im a doctor who models clothes for JC Penny and Sears, but in the height of my career Ive been on the covers of Ebony, Seventeen Magazine, and Maxim. I have been on other things too such as People, TV guide, and the Tabloids.
It really creeps people out when they learn Im striving for my certification to be a medical examiner. Im not a coroner Im a licensed doctor . . . Doctor Xullrae Zauviir to be exact. One day I will take a national
WorshipI lift mine eyes up to Heaven,More Like This
I raise mine hands to Thee,
Songs of worship flowing from mine lips.
That blue, blue sky.
Knowing Someone is up there.
Hands are black
Against the radiant azure,
Outlined in the bright sunlight,
To the One who made me.
Note upon note
Floating on cool morning air,
Singing Your praises
Till the very end.
Eyes upon the heavens,
Eyes upon Thee.
Hands lifted up in reverence,
Lifted in supplication.
Hymns playing upon air,
Reaching all who wish to hear.
None can match Thy brilliance,
Thee who outshines the sun.
None can match Thy delicateness,
Thee who placed the stars.
Child of GaeaName:More Like This
Ge is the only one of his kind; a being perfectly connected to the earth. He is part of no species and considers the planet itself as his mother. Beyond this, his origins are unkown even to himself, though he has been alive since the earth first began supporting life.
To Ge, nature is both part of and sacred to him. Where he goes, nature goes with him, leaving even his footsteps filled with new plant life. Should Ge remain in one place long enough, an entire forest will grow around him with unnatural quickness. Ge can also manipulate nature as easily as you might breathe, something Ge doesn't do himself, making him a particularly deadly person should he choose to be. The concept of killing wastefully is a horrible sin to Ge, though, so that's not something for the human race to worry about.
And humans would, indeed, have to worry about it, too. Ge has lived on an island for most of his li
Draun -Creature DescriptionName:More Like This
An underwater race, Draun rarely come in contact with other sentient beings. However, since they are considered masters of song, their language being based around tones, draun are sometimes captured and imprisoned by the rich as sort of personal wordless "bards," with what they're actually saying completely ignored/not understood in exchange for their music since even "I $%$!%#@ hate you, you #$#%&$* @#$%@#$" sounds beautiful to human ears.
With their deadly shovel-shaped but finger-less hands, draun are formidable foes with breath infamous for being able to kill both themselves and their foes, chlorine gas which upon contact with open air will combust due to its instability, giving them a sort of last-resort flame breath if they are forced to fight out of water. The chlorine gas is a result of the symbiotic fungus that dwells in what would be their nasal cavity if they had any noses to speak of that, with a little effort, can be forced ou
The Sounds of DeathGrunt, swish, sigh...More Like This
The sounds that reached my ears as I prepared for death; the involuntary, course sound that tore itself from my husbands throat at the exertion of raising the sword. The sound of the sword slicing through the air as quickly as it would soon slice my soul from my body. My final exhalation of air, short, and as sharp as the fear twisting in my chest. Even if my husband had allowed me more time to prepare, I wouldnt have been able to face my death without fear. I was young. I had thought my life would stretch ahead, through the foreseeable future.
Clatter, boom, growl...
The sounds that reached my ears as I began to hope; the frenzy rhythm of the horses hooves crashing against the stone pathway. My dear mothers fist bashing against the door with determination. The animalistic noise rumbling through my husbands chest, betraying his anger at my mothers demands for entrance. Momentarily distracted, the sword inched close
Abortion PoemHi mommy.More Like This
You don't know me yet but let me tell you something about me: I'm just an embryo.
I have no conscience and no thought process. I'm just living off YOUR body for now.
I am basically a growing vegetable. I don't have a name. I don't know my name because I don't even know what a name is.
I'm barely a human being at this point. I don't even look like one. As a matter of fact I'm not even the size of a quarter.
I have the the potential to live.
But I have no concept of that so it's really your choice seeing as I'm in YOUR body.
Oh wait, you aborted me.
Cool I don't have a thought process or feelings anyways.
You made your CHOICE. I have no regrets as I was never aware and again I can't feel. Which means I don't even exist to write this parody of a failed guilt trip.
Each abortion made is another woman's choice. A right executed and one less ass to wipe.
BRING ON THE HATE!
The ScarfPurple silk, smooth and cool like her skinMore Like This
Pagan celestial symbols sparkle against the firelight like her eyes do
I twist the fabric in my fingers imagining it to be her hair
My skin, my very blood is ablaze
Every place the material, still perfumed by her sweet agonizing scent, burns me
Oh it burns, it burns, it burns
My gypsy burns
Snow-childMany years ago and many miles away, a witch-woman lived. She had built her home in the centre of the forest, in the very centre of the realm, and there were none who came near her, for all feared her powers. And so the witch became lonely.More Like This
One winter's morning as the witch gathered herbs for her many strange potions, her sharp sickle cut through the cluster of poisoned berries and slipped from her hand, spinning off into the distance. She followed its path and found it embedded in the snow with a dove dying beside it, cut by the blade as it flew. A raven perched on the handle, eating the poison-coated flesh. The witch knelt down beside them and paused, thinking. She touched her finger to each bird and time left them, taking death with it. She began forming the snow into the shape of a human baby, staining her cheeks and lips with the dove's blood and forming her hair from the feathers of the raven. Finally she placed the still-beating hearts of the birds side by side in the child's bre
WIP - A gothic romanceOn a fair autumn night,More Like This
we met in the patch, amidst
the strange orange fruit all pick
but none seem to eat.
Like a temptress, Eve,
I took him home with me,
where we expressed our passion
After gasps and sighs,
and occasional screams from
pain we enjoyed at the time,
he left at the dawn's first light.
Three nights after our passionate
deed,we met again quite unexpectedly
me cloaked in velvety darkness
and he appearing like a dream.
I stood underneath the phantomed
trees while he, radiantly bathed
in Luna's light, made his
way over to me.
He came closer, not knowing why
pulled forward by my unseen
eyes, only knowing he must
obey his heart that night
Then he saw me and
it was clear why his body
had pulled him there:
to be near his beloved.
Alexander. It was my
whisper carried on the
wind, full of love and
my soul's recognition.
He placed a tender kiss
upon my hand, always
a perfect gentleman,
and led me to the iron gate.
We left the cemetery hand in hand,