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How Enchanting There was a knock at the door. Roy jerked so violently he nearly fell out of his seat.More Like This
Asmodeus raised a dark eyebrow. "Is something troubling you?" he asked.
"What? No! I'm fine, perfectly composed," Roy replied, smiling. The deathly pallor of his skin indicated otherwise.
Asmodeus stared at him a moment with his flat, steady gaze. Then, he waved him off imperiously. "Answer the door, then. But I"m warning you...when I give the signal, you are not to disturb me for any reason whatsoever." His eyes flashed hungrily. "Is that clear?"
Roy swallowed hard. "Yes, my Lord."
Sawyer's SeductionSawyer slowly opened her eyes. She was a bit groggy, and she felt as though she had been asleep for days. She vaguely remembered having a wonderful dream, but she couldn't remember the details now.More Like This
She sat up from where she lay and rubbed her eyes, yawning. When she opened them, she let out an audible gasp as she was shocked by her current surroundings.
It was the most beautiful place she had ever been in, that much was certain. It was a large room, lavishly decorated in dark antique furniture and Persian rugs. Ornate wall sconces cast their dimly romantic light around the room. She found that she was laying on an enormous white leather cou
Long came a flyMore Like This
Long came a fly and stumbled by
Into my sticky treads you are tangled and captive
Now I am going to spin my webbing and keep you
Now hush don’t struggle my little flies
Just let your mistress spider show you
Something I think you may find you’re self
Easy to relax you into submission
Now my flies look above and sees the
Hanging orbs of blood drops
They are so hypnotic your eyes are caught by
Them, I wrap my webbing around you
Keeping you nice and comfy in those
Lovely cocoons my little flies
A long came a spider and sat besides you
And became your lovely mistress
Hello my dear flies
Say hello to mistress and surrend
The hearts war The hearts warMore Like This
My name is Adrian.
And My name is Kathleen.
Me... I am a Demon. I rose from hell to find one thing. But instead I found another.
I am an fallen angel. A guardian of all living creatures. Sent from heaven to protect. Last of my kind. I have been running from Hunter for so long. But when one catches me.. Will I hate him like the others?
I found her....
He found me...
We found love...
But Love comes with prices
In our case... WAR...
Between Heaven and Hell
Between 2 hearts that are meant to be one.
Between friends...
Family...
And worst of all...
Eart
Don't Say His NameDisclaimer: I do not own him. But if I did that'd be so awesome.More Like This
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He gave a sigh as he tied up yet another victim with his special rope.
"Don't these people ever learn?" He muttered, glancing at the terrified, blubbering child. This one was the third tonight, all from the same part. "You all aren't a very bright bunch, are you?"
"He floated over to the first person tied up in the line, a man in his mid-forties, and the father of on of the two crying children. He squinted his sack-cloth eyes at the man, his frown turning into a grin.
"You know that if you're really trying to scare children, you should use that mirror girl, or t
Kagome Kagome~ “Dang! Not again!” I yelled. I was really pissed off. I was away from my tour group again. This always happened to me. I sigh and walk around. I was in a dark forest. I looked to the sky with my dark blue eyes. The sky was getting grey and cloudy. I knew it was going to rain soon. I look all around. I felt a sharp pain and I yelp. “Ow!!” I look at my leg which had a twig poking into my straight leg dark jeans from areo. I frown. “Dang twigs.” I break the twig and keep walking. “I can’t believe this is happing!” I sigh. I felt a rain drop hit my short blue hair “Awwww… COME OMore Like This
Jae JaeMore Like This
Age:20
Species: Komodo Dragon anthro(So amazing :la: )
Height: Around 6'2 (He is a tall dude)
Gender: Male
Weight: 210
Personality: Is a bit of a prev. He is really a kind guy well only to people he really likes. He is funny and very persistent. He does not let people go so easily.
History: Well... he was always a good kid growing up. Never really... close to anyone. He was always around his father and little brothers. He had about 7 brothers and 12 sisters. He was always around the guys in the family. But he most favorite person in the family was his grandmother. The always had a connection. He was
Towers - 1- 006More Like This
Amidst the roar of children, came young Dresden Varis, just as Valessa had expected. He held no quarter for juvenile games. Even though he was only six years old, he chose instead to cling to Valessa's leg and embrace it tightly. The allure of a child's race and the promise of extra food meant little to him in comparison.
"Good morning, Mrs. Valessa!" the young lupine shouted. "I had a dream!"
This caused Valessa to chuckle. She knelt to bring herself down to par with the younger boy. "I've told you almost every day. It's 'Ms.' Valessa, not 'Mrs'..."
"What's the difference?"
"I can't be called a 'Mrs' until I find someone to marry.
Towers - 1 - 005 "Two children is all a mother may bear. This is not a rule of our leaders – but one of nature. Attempts to give birth after the thought are met with the death of a mother -- and her child. The lapine race however, is a significant exception. The ability for the rabbits to breed unchecked has led to overpopulation and famine."More Like This
~Argus Vallure
"One"
Valessa gripped the bedsheets tightly in her paw, panting intensely as the sweat on her body became effectively a sheet of ice. It had only been a week since the murder on the outlook, but the events were still fresh in her mind. As if infinitely reoccurring; that was how she knew another scar
Towers - 1 - 004"Ignorance is my life." Rifel admitted, his hot breath hitting Duncan in the face as he remained pinned to the soil. "It is all I need to know; and so I know everything."More Like This
Valessa cringed as Duncan took no credence from these words, choosing instead to raise his fist and bring it down upon Rifel. The sound that followed was indescribable – only signalling the extreme pain of the older vulpine.
"You crave knowledge; and so you know nothing..." Rifel continued under his breath, clearly in a pain most intense. "That pursuit of knowledge... will only bring you hurt and sorrow. Hurt and sorrow will... deliver you to death."
Duncan started to
Towers - 1 - 002"What do you mean -- The same as me?" Rifel quizzed Duncan, gesturing vaguely at the fog.More Like This
"What you said earlier... It seemed to imply that because of the fog, you saw nothingness. And because of that nothingness, your mind was fettered with the possibilities of what it could contain. I simply meant to imply that I feel the same as you. Ignorance in important fields is an abomination."
"I see." Rifel said softly. "Is that truly how you feel?"
"Yes, of course. Sometimes what you can't see is more frightening than what's available to the naked eye. There could be anything down there, sir."
"You're not lying solely for my benefit? The k
Towers - 1 - 001"The sun grew darker and dimmer as the humans' towers rose taller. Some believe it was to keep ourselves from burning in hellfire as we ascended to the heavens; a marriage to nature that ensured our well-being."More Like This
~Argus Vallure
One
"Humanity had fallen unto its hubris. That unequivocal self admiration remained – even in the last of days, as they built upon where we now stand..."
Rifel crossed his arms, tapping a single foot against the harshly depressed soil; oblivious to the destruction of the young grass and flora this action would surely author. He raised an arm to gesture as if he were pointing below; his large vulpine paw implying t
Heroes of Hearts United: Ch. 4Heroes of Hearts UnitedMore Like This
Chapter 4
The Purple Dragon
~~~~~
Wings of orange and yellow flapped quickly in the sunlight of a cloudless day. A females voice called out as more wings followed.
"Spyro! Slow down! Where are we going anyway?" An almost black tiny dragon with magenta wings and underbelly and silver horns and markings beneath her eyes and along her forehead asks her close friend, confused with the situation.
A light purple dragon as small as she with golden horns and tail tip with wings to match flew in front of her, leading her somewhere she didn't know. He had a serious look to his face and flew faster than she'd ever seen him fly.
A Trick Too FarMore Like This
WARNING: This story contains soft, non-lethal vore. If that isn't your thing, don't read. Thank you.
A Trick Too Far
On a rather productive day at DragonTrain
Studios, Train was filming his movies as he always does. Some of them aren’t
that great, he admitted, but he knows he has been getting better over time.
Train was working on a rather lengthy movie which was based on Spyro’s
adventures before and after the fall of Malefor. You see, Train was a bit
upset that the announced Legend of Spyro movie, to which he was really looking
forward, had been cancelled, so he decided to make his own version of it
instea
Towers - 1 - 005 "Two children is all a mother may bear. This is not a rule of our leaders – but one of nature. Attempts to give birth after the thought are met with the death of a mother -- and her child. The lapine race however, is a significant exception. The ability for the rabbits to breed unchecked has led to overpopulation and famine."More Like This
~Argus Vallure
"One"
Valessa gripped the bedsheets tightly in her paw, panting intensely as the sweat on her body became effectively a sheet of ice. It had only been a week since the murder on the outlook, but the events were still fresh in her mind. As if infinitely reoccurring; that was how she knew another scar
Sadness In My EyesTo regret livingMore Like This
Being forsaken and forgotten
Knowing that wherever I go
I turn the air gloomy
My heart sinks in sorrow
Desperately trying to catch a breath of happiness
But the grieving tides keep it under
Keeping my head low and month shut
To make everyone's life tearless
While mine's it miserable
In my heart I am weeping
In my mind I am wretched
In my soul I am a downcast, a letdown, a disappointment
A monster that craves nothing but sadness
And to make other as blue and pale
I hear only the cries of others despair
I see the barrier and emptiness of others in their hearts
I dream every night the most depressing moments of
Towers - 1 - 004"Ignorance is my life." Rifel admitted, his hot breath hitting Duncan in the face as he remained pinned to the soil. "It is all I need to know; and so I know everything."More Like This
Valessa cringed as Duncan took no credence from these words, choosing instead to raise his fist and bring it down upon Rifel. The sound that followed was indescribable – only signalling the extreme pain of the older vulpine.
"You crave knowledge; and so you know nothing..." Rifel continued under his breath, clearly in a pain most intense. "That pursuit of knowledge... will only bring you hurt and sorrow. Hurt and sorrow will... deliver you to death."
Duncan started to
Towers - 1 - 001"The sun grew darker and dimmer as the humans' towers rose taller. Some believe it was to keep ourselves from burning in hellfire as we ascended to the heavens; a marriage to nature that ensured our well-being."More Like This
~Argus Vallure
One
"Humanity had fallen unto its hubris. That unequivocal self admiration remained – even in the last of days, as they built upon where we now stand..."
Rifel crossed his arms, tapping a single foot against the harshly depressed soil; oblivious to the destruction of the young grass and flora this action would surely author. He raised an arm to gesture as if he were pointing below; his large vulpine paw implying t
Towers - 1 - 002"What do you mean -- The same as me?" Rifel quizzed Duncan, gesturing vaguely at the fog.More Like This
"What you said earlier... It seemed to imply that because of the fog, you saw nothingness. And because of that nothingness, your mind was fettered with the possibilities of what it could contain. I simply meant to imply that I feel the same as you. Ignorance in important fields is an abomination."
"I see." Rifel said softly. "Is that truly how you feel?"
"Yes, of course. Sometimes what you can't see is more frightening than what's available to the naked eye. There could be anything down there, sir."
"You're not lying solely for my benefit? The k
Towers - 1 - 003The silence following this statement was almost painful in its intensity. Faced with this revelation, it took several moments for it to truly sink in: The Triumvirate wanted Rifel to take his student's life. When Duncan found the will to speak, Valessa could have sworn that, confronted with such a situation, she would have chosen the exact same words:More Like This
"Wh-what are you talking about, sir?"
"It's just as it sounds. They want me to kill you. A replacement has already been found, and--"
"And what!?" Duncan retorted. "You're going to listen to them just like that? Rifel, surely you know me better than to just... dispose of me like some pest!
Just a Kid.Every now and again I forget that being a child is different than being an adult. I remember during sixth grade I thought everything around me was childish. I thought being a child was a bad thing – it was just an excuse to do stupid things and get away with it. Funny thing was I was technically still a kid at the time.More Like This
Whenever my brother does something I don’t like, I almost immediately try to stop him. My parents hate it when I do that. I don’t blame them; I’m pretty harsh when it comes to my brother’s antics. They keep telling me I did the exact same things he’s doing now when I was young.
Sometimes
a runaway train.Rochester, Minnesota; SeptemberMore Like This
The cravings came back slowly, steadily, like an infection.
Dean hadn’t been expecting them. After fixing himself up with rehab, he’d been clean for nearly ten years. But then, he broke his nose during a case in Minnesota. He hadn’t been paying attention and walked headlong into a telephone pole.
Feeling the flesh puff up made Dean think of the fourth grade, when Landon Walker asked him, “Does your dad smell smoke every time he fucks a lady now?”
Dean had run up to him, fists flying, and Landon landed a punch right in the center of his face that left him on the ground, on his b
Tisserove's BirthdayA cake…More Like This
It’d be easy right?
Real easy…
He didn’t have a lot of time
The Lucario would be back soon…
Actually, in about 30 minutes
This would be easy right?
Ah…crap he never told me what flavor!
“Riverbui! You’re mixing right?” Pyro shouted, looking at the Buizel
Hopefully this wouldn’t take long
“Uh… I thought you were mixing?” River asked, giving Pyro a confused look
Oh crap…
“Then who’s baking?” Pyro asked. “Uh…I think Nick is…maybe…” River responded. “MAYBE!?” Pyro shouted. &ld
a picture of a plane.The day her daddy got sent away, the whole neighborhood fluttered with closing curtains and eyes watching through cracked doors. His wife called it a mistake, the cousins called it rape and said he was a pedophile.More Like This
And she just kept dipping her fingers into paint and dreaming about kites and the eyelashes on dolls, because she didn't know what any of those words meant.
A year later, he came back, and she washed the sidewalk so he couldn't see that she was drawing their secret in light blue and petal pink chalk.
-
"Those are nice pictures, baby," her daddy would tell her, but she hated it, because he always sounded sick, and he would rub h
The Little LionShe had friends. She had family. But she always felt that she didnt have enough.More Like This
Shes always balling everthing up inside. She always thinks her life isnt so rough.
She likes her music, she loves her art. Its everything she does.
But a friend told her different. She began to lose her trust.
The little lion began to fall.
Never did she really feel that small.
She sobbed and she cried. Took a walk in the rain.
She kept thinking "nothing will be the same"
Her friend knew everything about art. much more then her.
She was sobbing, her chest was beginning to hurt.
"What will I do now?" She asked. "Its everything I know."
"Now I'll nev
Guess Who's Back? -ChapterTwelve- You Miss Me Cry? Chapter Twelve - You Miss Me, Cry?More Like This
"I think it'd be best to go this way."
"I thought we just came from there?"
"No we came from there."
"It looks familiar though."
"Everything looks the same! Everything looks familiar."
"Shut up! Geeze you idiots need to get it together." Stephano's shout echoed through the halls which had just emptied of our voices. All three of us looked down upon the little golden statue in wonder. "It's that way, now shut up."
A little thrown back we obeyed his directions. Down the hall we began to hear voices. Not the groans and roars of monsters but actual voices of humans. The
When all is lostWhen all is lost and youve given upMore Like This
When you cry into your pillow, saying youve had enough
look into the mirror a second time
I promise, all can be fine
ignore your flaws, look at the good
think the way you always should
your eyes are glimmering, your hair is soft
that zit on your face? Psh, itll be gone
Youre beautiful, thats all I have to say
Now go on, enjoy life, have a good day
On My Way, a Platinum Nuzlocke - Chapter 1Pokémon Platinum Nuzlocke – "On my Way"More Like This
Chapter 1: Entering in the Challenge
RULES:
1. When a Pokémon has fainted, it is considered dead. No bringing them back.
2. You may only heal at Pokémon Centers. No potions or special heals.
3. No duplicates.
4. No legendaries.
5. All caught Pokémon must be nicknamed.
With that said, you may begin, Risa.
Risa woke; utterly startled. Wha-What? I had such a weird dream about… rules to some sort of adventure. I can't remember them though. Huh… well, I better get dressed. Risa got out of bed and changed into
12 days of Chuck NorrisOn the first day of Christmas,Chuck Norris gave to me-only one second to flee.More Like This
On the second day of Christmas,Chuck Norris gave to me-two broke knees,and only one second to flee.
On the third day of Christmas,Chuck Norris gave to me-three rabbit punches,two broke knees,and only one second to flee.
On the fourth day of Christmas,Chuck Norris gave to me-four fractured digits,three rabbit punches,two broke knees,and only one second to flee.
On the fifth day of Christmas,Chuck Norris gave to me-FIVE ROUNDHOUSE KICKS!,four fractured digits,three rabbit punches,two broke knees,and only one second to flee.
On the sixth day of Christmas,Chuck No
SSH - Chap. 13Creeeeaaaakkk………More Like This
…….
Creeeaaaaakkk…………squeeeeeaaakkkk……….
……….
At that particular moment, the entire room that everyone was either standing, kneeling, lying, sitting, or floating in was completely and utterly devoid of any other noise besides the sound of the door shutting slowly…..then bouncing back as a draft of air hit the paneling underneath…..causing the wooden door to slowly swing back and forth…..
Everyone was dumbfounded at what just took place there.
Even Sonic, who was lying with his back against the wall reeling with pain, blinked and st
A Beast in the Valley -Trade-The temple was well hidden in the woods, nearly impossible to find except by accident. Wolfen Down had stumbled upon it quite by chance in an attempt to take a shortcut. He seemed to have a knack for discovering ancient temples.More Like This
Two rather aged wolf statues guarded the temple entrance. Inside, a third statue firmly clutched a crystal ball; there seemed to be no way to remove the ball from the statue's hands.
Weird. That ball HAS to be important. I can sense some sort of energy inside it.
Wolfen cautiously reached out and touched the ball with one finger. Immediately he pulled his hand away as he felt his canine instincts act up.
Wha
What Silence won't tell -Part 2-The birds sang out loud in the morning. Of course, it was probably because the trees were just outside the window that their songs could be heard all around the dorm. Sasha was covering his face annoyedly into a pillow. "Fuck my life.." he complaint between moans as he desperatedly tried to attain falling asleep again. However it was useless for him due to the birds outside. He sat up on his bed, gave a death stare into the window before whispering something ununderstandable. Afterwards he stood up and stretched, reaching for his rope he wasn't planning to get showered that day, it was too much trouble.More Like This
"...Gahhhh.. I wonder why am I even here?..." He grumbled all along the corridor. Waving at the ocational comrades that would pass him by. Steps into the lounge, looking for food and a morning drink "Dobry Dyen" He saluted Layla who was also there drinking coffee.
Layla smiled warmly "Welcome" and took a small sip into her coffee after the greet. She observed him all
What Silence won't tell -Part 1-"Useless.... Completely Useless"More Like This
The night was almost calm, the bustle of the fair could still be heard in the distance. But it was distant, away in the horizon. The sere gaze glanced up to the sky, staring into the starry firmament into such night. Her eyes were perhaps as distant as the noise comming from the crowd at the village. She stood on the top of the chapel, wearing a long silk dress that wagged with the strenght of the wind.
The echidna held tightly on the fence into the roof, as she stood in the border. Nervous at such altitude she would rather glance to the calm sky. Lost into the stars she began to perambulate into her memory, thinking about all of the recent events.
Member of one of the most influent and rich familys of the present era, Daughter of grandprinces and princesses. She was the only daughter of the king, and the next into the family line. The Laskutin family, their kingdom was into their best years. King Leonty Laskutin and his wife Lena Barkov couldn't be bet
Rita's First Adventure “Dad, for the millionth and one time- she’ s going to be fine!” Zephyr declared for what felt like the tenth time that hour to her father, visibly exasperated. “I don’t understand what your deal is, you act like Flame and I aren’t capable of taking care of Rita for a few days while we go off to explore!”More Like This
“It’s not that! I just don’t want her getting hurt! I was the same way when you two were her age!” Sonic replied, arms crossed as he fixed the crown threatening to slide down his head again. It always did that whenever he seemed frustrated or angry. “Just promise you
Tammy Attack's (Chapter 1): Love Makes You Crazy.More Like This
Tammy Attacks.
(Chapter 1: Love makes us do crazy things.)
(A fan based Roleplay story by ViennaCalling92 and Jaredthefox92)
It was a smog infested day at Robotroplis, the robots where working, Eggman was in his control room, and Snivley was monitoring the daily operations that took place during the day.
A young Cavarian by the name of Tamara Kalieny was walking to the city. She was not from Mobius Prime, rather she was from an alien race call the Cavarians. She decedend from a race of giant size shifters, which is a power she possessed, as well as a normal height of 13ft for her race. She had came to Mobius prime in the search for fun an
My First Haiku :DNice guys finish lastMore Like This
Where did we gents go, you ask
Still in the friend zone
The Dracona Society Ch2"STAY OUT OF THE WAY!" The cart driver yelled, not bothering to look back as the horse trotted away like nothing had happened.More Like This
Fira dusted herself off and thought about shouting back, but thought about how she was either crazy or in a dream.
"What were ya doin' in the middle of the road?" The stranger who had rescued her from being trampled asked.
Fira opened her mouth to answer, but took a long look at the boy's odd attire. "Now I know I'm crazy." She said.
"Why's that, lass?" The boy asked.
"Because, lad.....People haven't dressed like you in over three hundred years." Fira said, slightly annoyed that the dream wasn't changing to what she usually dreams about.
"Oh this?" The boy asked, looking down at his slightly dirty, white shirt. "My work clothes. I work on a merchant ship." He said, pointing over his shoulder to the nearby harbor.
It all looked like something out of a pirate movie. A really good one. Except the ships were much bigger and more intimidating; there wa
Dome: Beyond Border (Chapter 1) A youth bolted through the woods as fast as she could. She glanced behind her. Her pursuer was gone. Was that better or worse? She didn't know. She decided to pause briefly to listen for any signs of him. She didn't hear anything, and darting her green eyes around, didn't see anything either. A slight breeze rustled the leaves of the trees and stirred her blond hair.More Like This
Suddenly, there was a thud behind her. She whirled around and sure enough, his tall figure was right there. Wearing his mask with its wide, painted-on smile.
Naturally, she bolted. Crashing through the brush once again as branches whipped at her bare arms, trying to recreate the gap between them. Once again, she paused and looked around to make sure he wasn't nearby. This time remembering to look up, too. Satisfied she'd bought some time, she bent down and scraped herself a handful of earth. She spat onto it and mixed her saliva in, forming mud. She waited for his reappearance.
Towers - 1- 006More Like This
Amidst the roar of children, came young Dresden Varis, just as Valessa had expected. He held no quarter for juvenile games. Even though he was only six years old, he chose instead to cling to Valessa's leg and embrace it tightly. The allure of a child's race and the promise of extra food meant little to him in comparison.
"Good morning, Mrs. Valessa!" the young lupine shouted. "I had a dream!"
This caused Valessa to chuckle. She knelt to bring herself down to par with the younger boy. "I've told you almost every day. It's 'Ms.' Valessa, not 'Mrs'..."
"What's the difference?"
"I can't be called a 'Mrs' until I find someone to marry.
The Ice Queen admits DefeatWhen tiny hands waved Winter goodbyeMore Like This
she didn't much care, she waved back,
laughed, and blew her fog and snow
right back in the air.
But Spring is here, we've met him!
The tiny humans said, pointing at fresh flowers
while the mountaintops were sugary white still,
making it difficult to tell what those two
were fighting about this time.
Winter met Spring again and this year
seemed to have pushed him and his warmth
his overwhelmingly colourful smile
away, tried to hide it behind heavy clouds.
What is it, Winter?, the humans wondered,
Why are you holding onto us this year?
The answer were winds that made them quake
down to their skinny, shivering bones.
Then one day, very suddenly
Spring took Winter's hand in his
and kissed the top of her knuckles,
melting her icy touch on Earth.
"Every year", Winter glared, "you undo me."
But Spring just beamed at her, rolled out
a carpet of flowers for her to walk out on
and replied "No more than you unravel me."
Winter made sure to
Living in Metaphors You told me once the rain on the rooftop disturbed your slumber, not from the storm, but from the rhythm in the chaos. The thunder was discordant among the count you tried keeping.More Like This
At night you’d wake breathless, not from nightmares, but from crushing claustrophobia, even when you were alone. You said the darkness felt so heavy, that it sat on your chest and tried to eat you alive. Mouth to mouth I’d bring you back, entwined, you’d share your dark and I would share a spark of life. And long did you lament the earth’s rotation for not allowing light to reside always on your part of the world.
Sometimes yo
Arrival to Camp JupiterOC details:More Like This
Name: Lucy Tempest
Age: 15
Personality: Kind and slightly bubbly. However, tendency to fly off the handle.
Godly parent: Mars
Weapon used: Sword
Side: Roman
Origin: Mesa, Arizona
I am Lucy Tempest, daughter of Mars and this is my story of how I came to Camp Jupiter. If you see any strange occurrence or see stuff other people doesn't seem to see, please contact your nearest satyr or wolf immediately. Thank you.
* * *
I was lying on my bed reading Nevermore, the last book the Maximum Ride series. I took a glance at the clock, which read 11 PM. It was getting late and I had school tomorrow.
Don't get me started on school. I
HorsepowerHorsepowerMore Like This
There’s a knife turnin in my soft parts
And heat burnin my mind on hard starts
The motors runnin but I lost the wheel
Just want it to be numb don’t wanna feel
Take two steps back and put it in park
Before I leave scarred up black marks
I need a u-turn on this highway
But can’t go back on the by-way
So look ahead, the pavement goes on
Break the rear-view mirror it’s gone
Contemplate
Reiterate
Put it in drive
And say goodbye
Let’s see how fast this bitch can fly
-Cygam7
In The DaylightMore Like This
In The Daylight
A false downfall
An unexpected revival
Sunset to moonset
Shining through darkness
Life...redefined
Death...redesigned
In the valley of promises- I will fear no end
On the brink of weakness- I will ascend
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Roads of the toughest
Paths of the darkest
I conditioned my flawed limits
So fearful memories won't be paralytic
I had to raise my own spirit
Strength and endurance become so vivid
A chance for change / A moment of fate
A time to make peace / A brief feeling of creed
A sealing of my slate / A silencing of my mistakes
A secret ready to be freed / A chain soon-to-be incomplete
Pain and peace are infinite
Judge the wrat
1When you like some one and you see that they can't handle takingMore Like This
the responsibility for their actions, you don't point the finger at them to save yourself...You take the fucking blame for them.
Every kid knows that.
2I don't rely on people's opinion of what I do. I do the things I do because I enjoy doing them. I don't care what other people think of it.More Like This
When I find something to do that kills time, I just keep doing it. Because if I stop just because I got less than what I expected to get from others I'll just loose all my motivation and I'll be left with nothing more than ideas that come and go, but never come to life.
If I fail at achieving my goals, so be it...
I'll just try again and fail better next time.
Towers - 1- 006More Like This
Amidst the roar of children, came young Dresden Varis, just as Valessa had expected. He held no quarter for juvenile games. Even though he was only six years old, he chose instead to cling to Valessa's leg and embrace it tightly. The allure of a child's race and the promise of extra food meant little to him in comparison.
"Good morning, Mrs. Valessa!" the young lupine shouted. "I had a dream!"
This caused Valessa to chuckle. She knelt to bring herself down to par with the younger boy. "I've told you almost every day. It's 'Ms.' Valessa, not 'Mrs'..."
"What's the difference?"
"I can't be called a 'Mrs' until I find someone to marry.
Towers - 1 - 005 "Two children is all a mother may bear. This is not a rule of our leaders – but one of nature. Attempts to give birth after the thought are met with the death of a mother -- and her child. The lapine race however, is a significant exception. The ability for the rabbits to breed unchecked has led to overpopulation and famine."More Like This
~Argus Vallure
"One"
Valessa gripped the bedsheets tightly in her paw, panting intensely as the sweat on her body became effectively a sheet of ice. It had only been a week since the murder on the outlook, but the events were still fresh in her mind. As if infinitely reoccurring; that was how she knew another scar
Towers - 1 - 004"Ignorance is my life." Rifel admitted, his hot breath hitting Duncan in the face as he remained pinned to the soil. "It is all I need to know; and so I know everything."More Like This
Valessa cringed as Duncan took no credence from these words, choosing instead to raise his fist and bring it down upon Rifel. The sound that followed was indescribable – only signalling the extreme pain of the older vulpine.
"You crave knowledge; and so you know nothing..." Rifel continued under his breath, clearly in a pain most intense. "That pursuit of knowledge... will only bring you hurt and sorrow. Hurt and sorrow will... deliver you to death."
Duncan started to
Towers - 1 - 003The silence following this statement was almost painful in its intensity. Faced with this revelation, it took several moments for it to truly sink in: The Triumvirate wanted Rifel to take his student's life. When Duncan found the will to speak, Valessa could have sworn that, confronted with such a situation, she would have chosen the exact same words:More Like This
"Wh-what are you talking about, sir?"
"It's just as it sounds. They want me to kill you. A replacement has already been found, and--"
"And what!?" Duncan retorted. "You're going to listen to them just like that? Rifel, surely you know me better than to just... dispose of me like some pest!
Towers - 1 - 002"What do you mean -- The same as me?" Rifel quizzed Duncan, gesturing vaguely at the fog.More Like This
"What you said earlier... It seemed to imply that because of the fog, you saw nothingness. And because of that nothingness, your mind was fettered with the possibilities of what it could contain. I simply meant to imply that I feel the same as you. Ignorance in important fields is an abomination."
"I see." Rifel said softly. "Is that truly how you feel?"
"Yes, of course. Sometimes what you can't see is more frightening than what's available to the naked eye. There could be anything down there, sir."
"You're not lying solely for my benefit? The k
ImmediateImmediateMore Like This
Collections of neural signals
Segregated moments
Of undisclosed reality
Uncensored
Fragmented instances of time
Electric waves
Absorbed and propagated
Immediate
Events drip like blood
Carriers of life and death
So pointless in their beauty
Inevitable
Percepts disattached
Their frequency numbs
Emotional consciousness
Recurring
State of unbounded awareness
Unconditional
Fade into raw existence
eight monthseverything has ceasedMore Like This
inside of me
the cogs have reversed
and again i'm back
to pouring out my brain
grinding it out vein by vein
rather than bleeding out my heart-ink
and i feel like it's my mind
that holds the quill and it's
thoughts that tumble out of
this self-plagiarised mouth
i still beat for you i know i do
(you know i do)
but the only thing i do anymore
is touch old photos with bleeding
fingertips and cry when the moon
wanes to crescent because it's
new
new
new
and you're not
you're old like the dust in between the floorboards
of this disease-ridden, vine-entwined rib cage
that resides inside my brittle battered body
and i wish
that i could cup you in my palms
like a tiny star
but you're long gone
Blood in Our CoffeeWe all to each other, malicious have been.More Like This
When grouped together in a mass of governed unity,
Humans have shown an inclination towards cruelty.
History makes monsters of us all,
Abusing the evils we create of the past and future.
We cry unjust and raise our hands in a victim's plea,
How can it be valid when our hands drip with blood of our inhumanity?
Demons we have been, demons we will be.
Such is the State of "humanity".
Snapped! Canada: Playing GamesMatthew gripped the hockey stick in his hands. He liked the way if felt in his palm; firm, like a weight keeping him tied to the ground. The wooden weapon helped keep him focused on the target he had in mind.More Like This
As the dazed, almost groggy, sandy-blonde haired man staggered down the hallway, he passed by a mirror. Pausing for a second, Matthew turned his head to look at his reflection. For a moment, he almost didn't recognize himself.
Shaggy hair. A white hoodie with the signature red maple leaf. Glasses. And behind those were a pair of violet eyes that gazed back at him, half-crazed and insane. A gaze that most people might have told them he
Goodnight, Sleeping BeautyGoodnight, Sleeping BeautyMore Like This
I've heard tales told of towers, that pierce the highest heavens
That touch the coldest clouds, that stand above the valleys
And in the highest room, where the widest window beckons,
Is alas, a maiden sleeping, clothed in otherworldy challis
And the years roll by in hundreds, The valleys shift and alter
But yet she lays unmoving, Time forbidden so to touch...
Her lips forever puckered, Waiting for the man and Altar
With kiss, she will awaken, With her knight, to her side rushed
And I wish to that same heaven, The same heaven pricked-by-tower,
That I could claim the title, of a knight in shining armo
Walking at NightGlistening darknessMore Like This
Snow in the moonlight
Seven baleful stars
hang in the night.
He walks in the shadows
Avoiding the street lights
Sorrow clouds his soul
He lives in the night.
The stars are his compass
The moon shines bright
He is invisible, He is alone
He is of the night.
I crushThe violins come in cautiouslyMore Like This
make no sound at first then some
tug pulls deliberately
The beat begins to throb
Gently rob the edge of seats,
jolt comes when the wind breaks in
swirling spinning sound on hold--
Tired of being deceit and right now
Only feel this for a minute how
can I know if it’s real?
Tide wanes in pairs: first in
then out
the sea wins never ceasing,
sinful truth tears us apart
stretch and twist, it wears me down
I crush black roses in my mind
pulled apart, I’m barely breathing
try again to feel something
die again to know this thing
that burns me out and crushes me
past the point of disbelief
Why does this las
WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS...Seek me not in the grave serenaded shallow,More Like This
or by the mood of blades bleeding rust,
but when the Sky descends onto your soul
caressingly open, and Solitude quivers with
a nocturnal pitch you have not discovered yet,
I will come to you when the Moon has drunk
the wine and her halo eclipses your deepset
thoughts, I will be the reverie you seek
when you gaze into the Twilight-whispering
for your recovery from the Sorrow that embroiders
your Spirit into a rainy-hued evanescence,
I will be there-when the last of the dew
dries into a Dream, silvery thawed like
the Shadows that bask in my temperate gaze.
When the lotus seduces the Stars to leave
t
A Shadow Long Goneslipping in and out of conscienceMore Like This
in and out of so-called reality
the white walls of this room
turning black
suffocating
slowly pushing me to insanity
or is it sick sanity
which is it
what do i truly feel
the world outside
but a dream
my escape is deep within me
my world is within me
my soul is an abyss
trying to find the bottom
the truth
the prophetic light
the poison is in my mind in my body
slowly weakening me
my hands shake
my mind quakes and swells
nauseated with
memories like shadows
like the smoke
dancing in front of me
fades then gone
the creak of the chair as i lean back
let it all go
let the dark take me to my escape
deep within
the waves roll over me
turn it up a little louder
Understanding YeatsI am not the spring landsMore Like This
the mist lands, replete
the green trees
the river, blue skies
and furrows filled
with flowers - bowers, rain
where I kissed your
palm sweetly and
sang my wild songs
I am now the gray lands
the crag lands, bone
the stone walls
the crevices, white snow
and caverns filled
with hidden - ridden, rock
where I lay beside your
memory’s shadow
enduring for release
Howling For TreacheryI wish I could liveMore Like This
on nothing but air;
killing the hunger
to consume every
improvised lie.
(Maybe all along,
I've been the wolf in
sheep's clothing.)
Why is it that when
I exercise my own
feeble infallibility,
these fangs just
continue to hone
on fraudulence?
(It's too painful
to continue howling
at this contorted reflection.)
Yet every time
I take an ax to
exterminate the
counterfeit beast,
its claws just leave
another patch of
scars on the inside
of my skin to remind
me just what I am.
(The girl who cried wolf
HomeI love itMore Like This
And I hate it
It's confusing
But it's real
It's my home
I'm living it
I'm experiencing it
I'm learning about it
I'm learning because of it
It's a miracle all over again
And I can't stop thinking about it
It's my way of life
It's our way of life
We can't deny its existence
'Cause if we do, we'll be denying our own existence
We keep building it up
We keep destroying it
How long will we be able to call it our home
It changes slowly
It's ending slowly
But we change fast
Will we be able to experience another miracle like that?
I hope we can call still it 'home' for a long time now
I'm still living it
I'm still feeling it
I'm ali
How to Make it HurtOh dear, Daddy, look what I did!More Like This
Sorry, I forgot you don’t care
And that I’m just your bastard kid.
Oh no, Mummy, I miss you too much!
I ache for what I cannot have;
Your soft, gentle, loving touch.
Hey, God, I’m going to hell!
‘Cause I hurt myself
And others as well.
Sorry, Friend, for all I’ve done!
I never ever listened
And now two will be one.
Goodbye, Bitch, I hate you!
I hope you’ll cry,
You’ve made me cry too.
Hello, Dark Thoughts, I’ll let you in!
Help this hurt less,
Help me let them all win.
Friggin' wisdom teeth.You know how when your wisdom teeth are removed, your bottom lip area gets VERY soft and chewy? Well, I bit one side of it too much and now I feel like Two-Face.More Like This
My lip is ugly and bloody now. I'll never get to kiss a girl now.
If this has happened to any of you guys before, please tell me if it heals! Please! I'm desperate!
i am the bird with the broken wingAnd this is how the story goesMore Like This
There is no high in these winter lows
The love that left me has faded away
My tears blur the night into day
For I am the bird with the broken wings
Who has fallen behind the flock,
Now I have fallen by the way side.
With no one to pick me up.
The love that left me died in my arms,
Now things are all messed up.
I am floating beneath the water,
But I cannot get back up.
The silence floats around me,
Where there used to be your voice.
I reach out in the dark,
Hoping for your touch.
All there is, is empty sheets,
A reminder of my loss.
I shudder at what my life has become,
Fragments of glass spread around the floor,
I cut myself trying to pick the pieces up.
But this is how my story goes,
There was no high in my winter lows.
The love I lost hurt too much,
Now there is no night, there is no day.
There is no light at the end of this tunnelThe night is so dark,More Like This
I have lived a thousand years inside my walls.
Drunken memories stumble up and down the halls.
All love has left me.
All hope is has been wasted on me.
There is no light at the end of this tunnel,
Only a blaze waiting to swallow me whole.
I remember the days when my heart
Was not held together by sticky tape
And the wings on my back,
Carried me over stormy seas .
But my wings have long deserted me,
My legs no longer work for me.
God has turned his back on me,
Throwing me into the shadow,
That blocks the sunlight from my skin.
My hands shake as I admit that,
When you died,
I died to.
In A Desert With HolesI got out a few lines -- until you disappearedMore Like This
My heart wept, for more broken thoughts, dreams and
Inspirations, the happiness gone, I hear
the sound in the background reminding me
Again and again
Of a black pitcher plant
In a desert with holes
mind:fulThere is a great deal of irony in every mind.More Like This
Even greater deal when the mind is great.
It is ironic in the way
We can tell lies
Lie to ones self
Know the truth
And still believe the lie.
I can't figure out how can that be
And why.
Struggles and ObstaclesI came upon strugglesMore Like This
And although I survived
They left scars and bruises
How will I strive?
I tangled myself with obstacles
I was dumb and out of my mind
Still I must go on and strive
But how long will I survive?
Second best I was in living
I had a hard time enduring
The scars hurt, inside and out
There's no time for me to go about
Although I laugh at danger
Deep inside I'm faking it
For I can't be braver
Than my tough and courageous brother
I keep on losing, why?
Crawling back, I try
I try to get back up one step at a time
But those pesky trials, they smite
And so I ask, is this the end?
To all the sufferings, I bend
Do I still have dignity and honor?
I admit I can't soar
Letters To A Stranger - two - DistanceDear Stranger,More Like This
I find it thrilling just how I can watch you die,
From a good, safe distance,
I watch as you helplessly squirm from side to side,
Eyes glint with relish as the blood
trickles down your tender face,
You fall to your knees, praying to God,
But he's in his heaven, far from this place,
Your sweet believe,
Won't save you this time,
Don't you miss to freely breathe?
The devils, my grip, is too persistent,
Your thoughts mix with mine,
All tired and fading,
Now that you die, I will be fine.
~ The Nameless
©2012 ~DESTRUCTION-BUNNY
Sta.sh
