Amelias SanctuaryMore Like This
Close your eyes and visualize a lush forest.
Focus now on a red wolf, this is me.
Allow your breathing to even out as you sink deeper into my realm.
Once you can feel the soft grass under your paws, smell the rich life of nature, and surround yourself in it can you be with me.
Imagine us brushing fur to fur and burying our noses into the nape of each others necks.
This is us greeting and our show of affection for one another.
Follow me to a nearby stream, the water is fresh and full of fish.
Let us eat, drink and play together.
Now we can head to the edge of the forest.
Look up with me at the twinkling night sky.
Isn't it beautiful? Can you see the moon?
Do you feel your moon song growing deep within your stomach and branching through your veins?
Sing your lullaby to the moon with me.
It's an enchanting feeling ♥
Come with me now to our den, the soil is rich and warm, roll in it gently then snuggle close together.
Breathe in Breathe out
Our hearts will gradually begin to beat in
Shattered Era chapter 4Chapter 4More Like This
Shards of glass fell to the floor as Malik stood in shock at what was before him. When all the glass had fallen a boy around his age stood where the container had been and looked Malik in the eyes. Malik saw his sword against the boys shoulder but it didnt cut through. The boy saw this and smiled at Malik as if the sword wasnt there. Malik pushed harder with his sword but it didnt scratch the boy.
The boy laughed suddenly, causing Malik to jump back and ready both his swords. What are you? Malik repeated while staring at the boy. The boy stepped out of the container and smiled at Malik
I am a god, but you may call me Clarent he answered.
Malik grinned at this while Ive never killed a god before, this should be fun.
Clarent looked bored you can try came his answer.
Malik rushed at Clarent and began to swing his swords at him; each strike hit Clarent but had no effect. He continued his assault now sen
Eyes of an Angel - Part 1 of 2Eyes of an Angel (Part one of two.)More Like This
"Now, Ellena, what did your grandmother tell you about playing in the swamp?" The voice that asked the question was soft and far from scolding. Every word that the young woman spoke seemed to be wrapped in love and tied with a smile. For some, such a caring tone would be reserved for only those dearest to them, but for Jessica it just came naturally. For her, every being - human or animal, living or dead - was precious.
That didn't make the child who sat before her any less nervous, the petite girl biting her lip and hanging her head forward so that her chestnut bangs partially hid her face. Far shorter than Jessica's own locks, they were also quite a bit darker and did an admirable job of casting the girl's face into sullen shadow. "She... she saids ta always make sure ta wash my hands afore I ate, 'cause I could get disee... dizel... I could get sick." Sp
Part 2 - The RequestAuri took a slow breath, watching the shifting energy dance like birds on the breeze as she moved. Within her chest something writhed and twisted, thrashing against the cage of bone. Closing her eyes she pushed away the creeping sensations, the burning pain that seemed to come from her cheeks and settle in the depths of her eyes.More Like This
No, not here she said silently. With every scrap of force she pushed the desire away. Finally the world shifted.
No one had witnessed her move never mind the subtle power play she had been forced to deal with just by taking hold of her swords.
All the audience saw was the two severed pike-heads laying beside her. The twin swords looked like an extension of her arms, their blades so sharp that the edges gleamed iridescent blue. Keen eyes within the audience saw something moving beneath the metal but could make out no shape or form.
The room was filled with hushed whispers.
Seimei no KajuThere was an old man who lived in a house along with many other people. They weren't poor, and they weren't rich; but they didn't care about money, and what it could bring. The only thing they cared about was a beautiful tree that grew behind their house. They cared about it so much, that all they did was water it, prune it, and make sure all of its mysterious fruits were taken care of equally. And every now and then, someone is found at the base of that tree. This is one of those times.More Like This
"Can you stand, young man?" asked the old man.
The stranger shook his head and looked around him. He turned to the old man and asked, "Where am I? What am I doing outside? What's with this cliff?"
The old man pulled the stranger to his feet and said, "Oh, the place doesn't matter very much. What matters is you're here. So allow me to give you an orientation on what you will soon be doing from now on."
The stranger didn't feel like arguing and just followed. "What will I be doing?"
The old man went into
LOST INNOCENCE SAGA:ASCENSIONMore Like This
This story is dedicated
to three people. First,
to myself. Second,
to another, who
I hope shall remain forever
anonymous. Third and
most importantly, to the
angel who saved me:
Without these people, this
Story would not exist,
Because it is written both
For them and about them.
"...Is he stable?"
"Yes, his pulse is weak but he is still alive."
"Good. We cannot afford to lose him. We need to keep him alive just a bit longer. This boy is very important."
"It's such a pity. He is so young.... His life has been so hard...."
"No one said life was meant to be easy."
"His cousin also gave up the ghost very young. Meg, I think her name was. He always talks about her. Says he misses her. What ever became of her?"
"I am not the one to say. She was needed for some other purpose. Death is a sad thing for mortals. It's painful. Leaving one's friends and family behind, shedding one's body...crossing a threshold from which no one can return..."
"His life has been
Mornings - HakkaiGojyoI could help but smile as I pressed my face into his long crimson hair. He always smelt of smoke, but there was always the smell of him underneath, the scent that was uniquely Gojyo. All I can say is that it's something like spice. I felt him stir in my arms, muttering quietly in his sleep. I pulled him closer as the sunlight streamed over us.More Like This
"Gojyo, you have to walk up before Sanzo and Goku otherwise we may be caught in a rather compromising position," I whispered in his ear.
Gojyo's eyes opened lazily and he looked up at me, a little confused.
And again we moved away from each other.
Lately, whenever we camped out in the car Gojyo and I had woken up like this. Sanzo had taken to sleeping in the back where there was more room, forcing Gojyo in the front with me. And every night while we slept one of us would subconsciously move to the other and we woke with our limbs tangled with each others. It had been a little embarrassing at first. We would leap away from e
You May Just Be The OneAnna and Mike sat on the beach together in silence. Anna, dressed in black jeans and a white turtleneck, leaned against Mike.More Like This
"You cold, baby?" He asked her in a soft voice. Seeing Anna nod, he wrapped her in a soft blanket. Anna looked up at him with a soft smile.
"Do you love me?" She asked. Mike gave a small giggle.
"Of course I do, you know that." She gave him another smile.
"Now I have a question for you." Mike whispered. Anna nodded, looking up into his deep brown eyes.
"Would you like to spend the rest of your life as Mrs. Robert Michael Nesmith?" He asked in a shaky voice. He looked into Anna's eyes, giving a small hopeful smile. She nodded.
Maddening Sorrow...part 2More Like This
"W-WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY???," I said as shock and panic both hit me like a Mack-truck.
"You know, you're not taking this as well as I'd hoped, Sorrow.," Kabren said with obvious regret.
"Well it's not everyday you find out someone wants to kill you. I mean, I'm nobody! ...This can't be happening. In what world is it possible that I'm on a hit-list of a person with supernatural powers. And who, oh-by-the-way, has MURDERED PEOPLE BEFORE?!!"
"Yes, three times she's killed, and that's not including the casualties along the way "
"Well, there were injuries sustained by each victim's family members or friends who were, inadvertently, involved oh, and a couple of beloved pets, respectively.," Kabren said with a nonchalance that was unnerving in and of itself.
"So, not only has this PSYCHO Fairy come to kill me, but she's going to hurt everyone I care about, too? WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO KABREN?!!"
"Sorrow, for the better part of an hour I've been tryin
Detention...no, school-FinalMore Like This
Aiming for Detention not weird? -- Chapter One
Ok. It's just a school, nothing bad about that. We meaning, Sarah, Tricia, Tom and I stood in front of the yr 8 class, while the teacher introduced us. I could feel their eyes assessing me, my skater like clothing, my pink streaked black hair and my green eyes; yep that's me, Tammy.
A chill, like a cold finger ran down my back. I wanted to run but I knew that we had to hide at this school for a while. Tom was starting to shake. I tapped him with my foot before he could think of morphing into his dog shape.
We could all morph into an animal of some sort and if you look closely you can see by the way we dress and look sort of matches what animal we can morph into. Walking over to our seats we sat down and listened. Halfway through the lesson, people in the class started ignoring the teacher and talking amongst themselves, loudly. The teacher turned around and told
You Tell UsI dare you to speak like a poet,More Like This
with words flowing from your very veins,
as you pour your innermost thoughts into the open air.
You recite them,
and we listen.
It is a poetry reading every day,
every second that you speak,
enchanting everything with the words from your soul,
as you tell us.
And you tell us.
Through rhythm and rhyme,
you tell us.
You took the challenge,
speaking with grace that rivals any dancer,
and giving the impression of an angel on earth.
Your words speak volumes,
echoing through the space of the world and the universe,
as your voice paints pictures.
It seems as though the world is listening,
frozen in time as you tell us.
Your words tell me who I am,
and I listen.
Your words tell us.
You tell us.
As your shaking lips quiver with the quick words,
It is not in any way unique,
but I know.
Warm breath mixes with cool air as you tell us.
You tell us of so many things,
with simple words in a simple conversation.
You speak like a poet,
Optical illusionYou just have to check one black point then check an other and you will see something weird. Will you be able to see it?More Like This
And one other? FYI, A and B are the same color!