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FlowFlowFlow by Michel-le-fou
Week 5 prompt
The past is almost always forgotten when the present is in progress and the future is in sight. But occasionally it comes to haunt us in very curious ways.
Charlie Thompson had been engrossed in his work and leisure activities for months before this case transpired. He had been so wrapped up that anthem oriels of his past faded like his dreams. Charlie was engaged as a painter in a town for one year. Prior to that, although, as I mentioned, he had forgotten, he was a lifeguard. In his leisure, Charlie was an amateur artist. He enjoyed painting obviously.
When the case mentioned began, Charlie was enjoying his hobby but he was seeking a model. Most girls in the town were rather shy to pose for him. Then, one day, as he sat pondering how to find a model, a strange but sensuous young woman came to him. She was interested and available to pose for him. So that evening, she stripped before him. Charlie stared. She was pale like a ghost. Her features were still clear
SpeechYou Litter the streets of my speechSpeech by xxdraxx
With commas and semi-colons,
You keep swimming through
My subconscious which explains
The fish hook which so gracefully
Attach themselves to the end of my sentences:
I love you?...I think I love?
See, ‘cause you keep bending
My perception of reality
To The point I could no longer
Exclaim ardent thoughts with the conviction
I once held with confidence.
Some nights, I want to wrap my quotation mark
Arms around ‘U’ so I can repeat these little bits of History
In unwritten sonnets that only the two us could decipher.
Go Sing the Night to SleepWhy do you wear a heavy browGo Sing the Night to Sleep by PicktreeBrag
And keep your eyes upon the ground
While wishing rain would come fall down
Go sing the night to sleep
Can't rest, you say, too much to think
Though as you ponder, eyelids sink
Your mind is slipping to the brink
The clouds roll in, gray-blue
I've lost it all, you whisper last
I lost it all, I lost it fast
Theres nothing in the net I cast
Slipping stars, a cover of dew
Rain can't wash away your grief
But can it bring you some relief?
Rinse away your false belief
The night sings through the rain.
It beats your back, bleeds through your shirt
It finds the wounds that ache and hurt
Rinse out the blood, the puss, the dirt
Moon hid to not get wet
Now rest your eyes, and go to sleep
There's nothing left for you to keep
Inside, no point for you to weep
Rain dances come the night.
Brought by the Storm (page 4)Brought by the StormBrought by the Storm (page 4) by Michel-le-fou
Amanda Delacroix and Donald Wakeley hurried outdoors that night to track the storm walker and send it to the next town. They found it at the spot it rested, at the opposite end of the town, after an hour. Then thy proceeded to guide it ahead on course.
In New York City, Clifford Rogers had finished a relaxing and refreshing dinner. It was one of the first meals that Puabi cooked. She was still rather shy about modern styles, and often she urged Clifford to join her in selecting clothing. The radio networks broadcasted the story of the storm walker that Puabi had seen on television the night before. She stopped eating suddenly and almost gagged on food. He patted her back carefully. When she was safe, she smiled gratefully at Clifford.
"What happened, sweetheart?"
"Clifford, that report was the same one I saw last night."
"Hmmm. That thing seems to be still at large."
"We must help those in charge."
"We will, indeed. Let us go quickly."
Clifford found his par
This Is Judgementhttp://sta.sh/0saqflm5hweThis Is Judgement by LMW-Creations
Be proud of who you are
And don't let anyone
Tell you other wise
Accept respect with a smile,
And don't listen to the hatred -
Let neither get to your head.
There is no true respect
In acceptance and hatred,
To be pointing out who you are
In any positive or negative way
Is still treating you
Like the outcast
You know you aren't.
We are all human.
Some humans were born
Genetically not who they are.
Some humans were born
Genetically the same as who
They feel they are.
Some humans are girls
Who love girls,
Some humans are girls
Who love boys.
Some humans are boys
Who love girls,
Some humans are boys
Who love boys.
Judging is not disrespect,
Judging is not noticing.
Judging id picking out outcasts
In a world where we are all human.
Window PaneI've got one of those window panesWindow Pane by Soul-Reader
The one where you look in
On someone else's life
And wish you had what they did
Cause there's two types of pain
Mine's the kind
When it's a dull ache
Always in the back of my mind
And then it comes back
Like my whole chest has been ripped out
And has been left
Raw and bleeding
That's my window pa(i)ne
In a nutshell
AcceptanceI was never bornAcceptance by TheStoyTeller
to be cookie cutter,
I was always the brownie baker,
turning the oven up to 451 degrees Fahrenheit
with a dagger in one hand and a bar of gold in the other
flicking specks of the metal
into my words and watching the town below
blossom into what we call a generation.
Always birthing phrases and dialects about
understanding and acceptance
but never being understood or accepted myself.
"How can that be?" Schrodinger will ask.
I am unwilling to open Pandora's box,
so I guess we will never know.
hungry of You (a letter)My beloved Arminhungry of You (a letter) by ForestoFairies
Listen to this letter as if it were a shell and you will hear the echo of my voice. So often you've compared me to the sea, sparkling and restless. The sea dies for the words it can not talk, can not say, of pain: so now I'm dying by my own hand.
It's been almost a year since you went in search of fortune, the worst year of my life.
If I were more romantic and less pragmatist of the down-to-earth dreamer that I am, I would have justified all this unbearable pain with your absence: it, I must confess, is only part, the most beautiful, of my suffering.
Breathe now, I pray you, for me too, my Wonder, holding back tears and anger until the end of this letter: when you will know, perhaps, the sky of your eyes will not want to waste rain for me.
For six months the hunger of you had been sated, though only in part, by your letters, when other less poetic disasters came; misfortunes of which I didn't wrote to you to scare you not.
In August, the Count sent the strongest men to
The lost ChapterThe lost Chapter by Cat2999
The Final Battle
After Angela broke up with Joe, Things are getting better since then.But,something is going to happen which will change her world forever!
00:00 Jun.15,2012 Joe's House
"I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE BROKE UP WITH ME!"Screamed Joe with complete anger."So,how did it go Joe?"Dr.Hack asked."TERRIBLE!"Yelled Joe."Wow,you look....different."said Dr.Hack curiously(The reason he looks different is because since Angela broke up with him,he has been really angry,which caused an ultimate transformation).He had dinosaur-like calws on his hands and feet.
8:00 Jun.15,2012 School
At 1st period(a.k.a math),Angela was listening to her teacher until Joe came bursting in furious and on fire!He can now breathe fire.Using his fire bre
Gaining Goddess Part 1A Gaining GoddessGaining Goddess Part 1 by Cat2999
!------------ WARNING ------------!
This story has some kinky stuff
like wg, if you don't like it,
then go somewhere else.
(Like looking at LOLcats or memes
or something else that you enjoy)
This concludes my warning.
It was a clear sunny day in the Faron Woods, and Link & Fi just asked the Kiwi elder about the wherabouts of Zelda. "Oh, you mean the blonde girl? She hopped off of me and ran to the Skyview Temple." Fi suggests that Link should go to the Skyview temple to look for Zelda.
Meanwhile in the Temple's Boss Room...
Zelda's hand and feet are chained, she was a damsel in distress, she tries to break free, but nothing happened, suddenly she saw a shadow. The shadow's voice speaks to Zelda. "Oh Goddess, after all this time I finally found you. You look lovely today..." It was Ghirahim, Demon Lord. "I have something to show you. It's a surprise..." Zelda knew it would be a grim one, she knew he would us
Gaining Goddess Part 2A Gaining GoddessGaining Goddess Part 2 by Cat2999
!------------ WARNING ------------!
This story has some kinky stuff
like wg, if you don't like it,
then go somewhere else.
(Like looking at LOLcats or memes
or something else that you enjoy)
This concludes my warning.
Back in Skyloft, Zelda is at her home, tyring to decide what to do with the newly aquired fat. "What am I going to do with this?" She squeezed her belly. "If people see this, they'll make fun of me... Then again, there are some fat admirers in Skyloft, some possibly in the Knight Academy." Suddenly her body started swelling again, then it stopped. She grabbed her flab and giggled. "I actually kind of like this... I think I should go around Skyloft like this and some people might notice me." She smiled. She wandered around Skyloft. First stop was the Knight Academy. She went inside annd some of the knights started to stare at her and her newly aquired weight. The first knight to speak was Pipit
Tales from the Vault: From Under the Mountain Pt 1Lilik shouldered his axe and peered in vain through the darkness. There was nothing down this tunnel, no malicious forms lurking in the darkness. It was his last tunnel of the day too, and not a single thing in it. He harrumphed, looking askance at the other dwarves in his patrol. They showed no signs of disappointment, they were glad of the quiet shift. There hadn’t been any threats found in the near tunnels for years. It was a matter of pride for the members of the stronghold and a dull duty for Lilik.Tales from the Vault: From Under the Mountain Pt 1 by Mertus
Once the dwarves were certain that there was no threat, they turned around and headed smartly back to the garrison, their stern demeanour disappearing. Lilik’s friend Kerwin slapped Lilik on the back, his black beard swinging as he chuckled. “Don’t look so glum! One day you’ll graduate to the dangerous routes and wish you were back walking the dead beat!”
“I’ll be old as the mountain before that time.” Lilik grumbled. He shrugged of
The Person I AmThe Person I Am by shadowsmokeandfire
I, Lucas Simms, am the most boring teenager you will ever meet. Every day, I wake up at six o’clock, make breakfast, eat breakfast, brush my teeth, put on my clothes, make my bed, and then drive to school. After school, I start on my homework as soon as I get home. At five o’clock, I eat dinner alone. At half past five, I finish my dinner and then continue working on homework until my dad comes home at seven. We exercise for an hour, and then we shower. By the time my ten minute shower is over, my mom is home. I spend twenty minutes talking to my parents while they eat dinner before I return to my room to study. I try to go to bed at midnight, but if extenuating circumstances intervene, I will allow myself to stay up until no later than one o’clock. I go to sleep, and the cycle repeats the next day, unless it is summer or a weekend. Those days have their own schedules, but that is a topic for a different day.
I enjoy my schedule. Predictability is nice. Unfortunately,
Head and Heart (415 Words)Madame,Head and Heart (415 Words) by dtb84
I must admit that my head and heart have been at cuffs over you for many, many days now. My head says I’m a coxcomb for troubling my noodle about a lady whose beauty far surpasses me.
Then my heart answers, good Mr. Head, you are a blockhead. I know Madame merits better than you. As for your part, I know you to be as whimsical as the devil, plotting and scheming, then changing your conspiracies with every new notion. But as for my share, I am fixt and can stick to my opinion of Madame’s merits forever, and if her interest can be secured in me, Monsieur Head, you may go whistle.
Come, come, (answers my head) you, Mr. Heart, are always leading the gentleman into some inconvenience or other; was it not you that first enticed him to correspond with this lady? Your damn’d confounded warmth made him like this gentlewoman, and your rushed brazenness has made him write to her. You’re leaping and skipping disturbs his sleep by night and his thoughts by day. In sh
A Spark In The DarkA Spark In The Dark by SurvivingNights
A Spark In The Dark
After I had met you-
I found out that hope can be so wounding
And now I know what meaningful desires can do-
The pieces of my dreams are still crumbling
You made me fade in-and-out of your Heaven
Allowing me the taste of peace momentarily
And then right back to testing my withdrawing patience
While I plunge back into my same old Hell called: vulnerability
This feeling...is too raw
A tug of war between different kinds of torment
I'm missing you...so much
The rift between us seems to be infinite
Don't go...don't leave
Don't let go...of me
But when you left me for the last time-
I knew that the wrong kind of love can be so fucking addicting
I realized that you combined my truth with your lie-
You always made your words so fucking convincing
You forced me to despise what I will never have-
As you pretended to hand me m
Monom Saga 2: Immortal End Ch.17Ch. 17: The UnderworldMonom Saga 2: Immortal End Ch.17 by darkone4587
On board the Avalon the group looks on to see a large dirty looking city underneath them as they find a nearby clearing to land in.
“What was that place?” Merry asks curiously.
“That is Ulokin City, the scummiest place in the kingdom.” Alley says floating down holding an umbrella to block the sunlight.
“So why are we here?” Akom asks curiously.
“We’ve come to find a Sky Pirates Den and then grill them for information.” Alley says answering him.
“Ah, I’ve been to this city before, the Sky Pirates use this place as one of thei
Void: Vol.1 Ch.18Void: Vol. I Ch. XVIIIVoid: Vol.1 Ch.18 by darkone4587
Inside an airship the group sits around waiting for anxiously for their next stop, while Henry sits around watching them.
“So then where are we going?” Derrick asks curiously.
“Look out the window; you should be able to see it now.” Henry says to Derrick answering him.
As Derrick looks out the window, he sees a large mountain with large plumes of smoke coming out of it.
“What is that?” Derrick asks curiously.
“That my under informed young student is the forge, where we make our weapons, and we’re headed there.” Henry says to Derrick.
Void: Vol.1 Ch.17Void: Vol. I Ch. XVIIVoid: Vol.1 Ch.17 by darkone4587
Inside the back end of the mines the group stands in front of a large crab like voidling bearing down on them.
“What is that thing?” Phyre asks nervously.
“It’s a giant enemy crab.” TAS says looking at it.
“Well then let’s destroy this thing.” Derrick says charging at the crab.
“I like that plan.” Selas says following behind him.
The pairs attack the voidling, but their attacks seem to be repelled by the voidling’s shell pushing them back.
“What’s with that shell, it’s like armor.” Selas says looking a
Hate CrimeFADE IN.Hate Crime by xxdraxx
INT. JOHN’S HOUSE - MID-DAY
JOHN is a Korean-American male in his late twenties. He has a clean shaven face and is sitting alone at a coffee table. He has a mug in hand; it is half filled with coffee. He is slowly drinking from the mug while reading the newspaper which is spread out along the table.
The newspaper’s headline reads “TAIWANESE STUDENT BEATEN TO DEATH”. As John reads the headline, he chokes on his coffee and abruptly puts down the mug.
John begins reading the rest of the article out loud:
Ang Te-Sheng, a twenty-four year old male from Taiwan was tragically killed last
Friday in front of Stanford University at approximately 6:00AM…
FLASHBACK – EXT. Side walk, Stanford University – Early Morning
ANG TE-SHENG is carrying a backpack & a briefcase. He walks in front of The Thinker statue.
He was severely beaten and stabbed.
The only hint of his identity was his was his student ID. Card…
NightmareTRIGGER WARNING!!!!Nightmare by Mirimoore
I've been having these nightmares/flashbacks of my last suicide attempt. I'm doing it all over again: feeling the knife slice deeper and deeper into my neck, the sick taste of too many pills dissolving in my mouth, the dizziness as I stumble to my bed. Then finally, after tying the garbage bag around my neck so tightly it left marks later, I breathe in and out, seeing the clouds of white nothing surround me.
And what's bad about all of this is I'm screaming and shouting at myself to stop, but I'm watching my hands pick up that knife, feeling the pain more excruciating than anything I had ever felt before even worse than when I split my arm down the middle. I'm watching the world blur and shake and knowing that I'm fading away. But the worse part of it all is losing conciousness. Watching the world disappear. Feeling myself disappear.
Knowing that I'm not going to wake up and having my last thoughts be about my family: my mom and sister and my
ChatroomI got bored and made a chatroom. Come on over.Chatroom by Mirimoore
I Need Help with a StoryI'm writing a story about teen pregnancy, but I don't know anything about the topic. I've been researching about pregnancy itself with the trimesters and stuff. I'm getting to the part when she has to go to the clinic to get an ultrasound. I really want to know how the clinic staff act toward the teens and what the waiting room looks like and if the ultrasound gel is cold or warm. Stuff like thatI Need Help with a Story by Mirimoore
Halloween 20126.38PM:Halloween 2012 by KeiraxStorm
"Darwin!Wake up!It's Halloween! Remember the party?" Nova shouted,trying to wake up her mate."It's Halloween already?!"Darwin gasped suddenly as he got up.Nova nodded laughing,"Don't tell me you had forgotten! The pups are in the living room,preparing."
The two wolves came out of the room,looking at the progress the pups were making.Leaf was making Jack'o'Lanterns, River was doing the apple-bobbing,Blaster was adjusting the lights and Breeze was hanging the streamers onto the ceiling. "Well,they are certainly doing a great job" Darwin said proudly."Yep"Nova smiled,"Come on,It's time for the plans to take action"
"Welcome Everyone!" Nova greeted her fellow friends.Goldstar and his family was there, Cheza was there too. "I thought you invited more wolves?" Goldstar enquired."Yeah...I wonder why they have not arrived yet."Nova replied,confused. Everyone was in their usual costumes. Although there were a few changes for Nova's family. Jus
We come out to playWhen the lights go outWe come out to play by WinterofFire
In the dark you're all alone
We come out to play
HalloweenWhen the moon shines bright,Halloween by Frostbyter
And the blood runs cold,
Creatures of fright,
Both young and old,
Walk the night,
So the story's told,
In red and gold,
Ghoul gheist or wight,
Welcomed to the fold,
Treats to delight,
Tricks for the bold,
Laugh in spite,
Of deaths chokehold
Ode to Hallows EveDearest Lovely HalloweenOde to Hallows Eve by Lovely-Madness-13
Now you've come and gone
Frightened people young and old
And fled before the dawn
If only it was Halloween
More than once a year
Giving toddler's sugar highs
And teaching adults fear
Next year I shall wander down the street
With sunken face and eyes
A ghost and greater to you dear
As witches guard the skies
So close your eyes and rest your head
And hide in leaves unseen
until October comes around again
And awakens Halloween
Elementals - Chapter 15Chapter FifteenElementals - Chapter 15 by darkchapters
The next day Draco began traveling northwest to the capitol of Targoria. Since they had time before the tournament officially reset that year Lienna didn’t try and force Draco to ride on her back so that it would be faster. But she and Galrin stayed outside the whole trip; usually off doing their own thing but they always returned to Draco before he was going to sleep. It was always comforting for him to know that those two were watching over him while he slept; he found much security in the thought and allowed himself to rest easy under the beautiful stars.
After several days Draco finally reached the outskirts of the capitol Targoria, but he didn’t go there straight away. Instead he spent a few days using his magic to craft himself a small home made with wood and stone. It wasn’t beautiful but it was sturdy and would serve his needs perfectly.
He went into the capitol early the next morning walking swiftly moving through the crowds like a breeze of w
Elementals - Chapter 14Chapter FourteenElementals - Chapter 14 by darkchapters
The next morning when Draco woke up he saw Galrin and Lienna sitting around him, waiting for him to wake up. As soon as he started moving Galrin asked him impatiently, “How many more elementals do we have to capture?”
Draco thought it over for a minute then said, “Spring is already upon us, meaning we don’t have much longer until the annual tournament which would be our best chance to slip in Ragnarock headquarters. I didn’t think hunting the other elementals would take so long but I guess we have to cut corners for the sake of time. We should capture an aqua dragon, a phoenix, and a lightning dragon. We can get the phoenix and lightning dragon in Uryaen, the aqua dragon we will have to find somewhere in the ocean depths.”
Lienna and Galrin looked at each other then back to Draco and Lienna said, “Alright but from now on we do this our way, you will ride on my back across the ocean and along the way I will search out for an aqu
Dragon Mage II: Chapter 67 - Meeting Agnews“Councilor Agnews wants, WHAT?!” Rebecca's surprise was evident not only in the question, but also the tone.Dragon Mage II: Chapter 67 - Meeting Agnews by Steve-C2
Agnews had never been friendly with the Townleys. In fact, the only time he had not set himself in opposition to Eric, was over the policy to bar dragons from the Council. Eric made a point to remain professiona, however; this simply meant that his encounters with Agnews were very rare. He had been quite surprised to find Agnews in his office. Then Agnews informed Eric of his purpose.
“Agnews would like to have us for dinner,” Eric tried to sound casual, but he was just as surprised as Rebecca.
“Are you sure this isn't a trap?” Rebecca was standing, and looked rather disturbed.
Eric shook his head, wearing a reassuring expression. “No, it isn't. I've never seen Agnews so subdued toward me, and it wasn't forced.”
Rebecca frowned, hesitating. “What of the children?”
“We could ask Aeriel to watch them,” Eric su
Saviour of his world 2- An unexpected guest2.Saviour of his world 2- An unexpected guest by Shari01
His journey would be long and hard. He missed the coldness of his home, the ice under his bare feet, and the wind, driving the snow along. A wind that could almost freeze the blood in his veins overnight. Hopefully he would return home soon.
But before he reached home, he had a very long way to go. A way which led him over bumpy stone roads, through shady forests and on paths between fields and meadows.
The wind cooled his skin and he dared to take his hood down whenever he was sure that there was no one around.
A penguin on a car and alone was a curiosity. He was aware of the danger he was in and therefore careful.
He neither wanted to be robbed, nor otherwise held up.
Hardly any people knew at all about the amount of culture and technology the penguines owned. Far more than they could imagine and that´s just how they wanted it to stay. The less they knew the less they would see them as a threat.
It was a fortunate coincidence for the members of the penguins colony. It
Adobe Slabs Segment 1Adobe Slabs Segment 1 by Chococcino
There was the sound of an explosion. Followed by another. And another, until there were so many in succession that any other sound would be hard-pressed to be heard.
It was a good thing, then, that M’s phone was set to vibrate, and currently in his back pocket. He put it to his ear and answered without even looking to see who the caller was. He continued to focus on the onscreen destruction he had been in the midst of causing. “This is M,” he answered, with a slightly disconnected voice.
“Hey, uh, M. This is Billy.”
M hit the pause button and set the controller down. Who?
“I don’t, like, know if you remember me, man, you probably don’t. But like… I was wondering if you could help me out? See, I’ve got this, um...well, I mean, it’s pretty much... uhh. So I can’t
A mystery for twoLet me put my words awayA mystery for two by Raindropsoul
I want to express myself
To speak in a a way only you can understand
Just trust me
The more I yell the less you'll hear
And these matters - well, I do believe they ought to be crystal clear
Believe me, silence is the key
Now close your eyes and reach for me
No, do not touch me
Just be close and fell the heat
Count the tic-tac of my irregular heartbeat
Really, words tend to get in the way
I say this, you think that - we go separate ways
Let's keep things simple
I'll avoid your gaze
You're too amazing for me to keep up
Call me shy or call me crazy
There's one more secret I'd like to share with you
I hope I made you feel like you're special
If you focus you'll find a connection
If you don't trust me or don't believe me, you will see
These things I've never said or did - for you from me
New LeaseThe kettle whistled in the other room as a soft breeze blew through the lace curtains.New Lease by Mertus
“Mirabell, would you get that?” Gerard asked.
A tiny fairy with red bows in her hair stood from where she had been sitting on the windowsill and flew off. A few moments later the whistling stopped. Slowly, Gerard stood, adjusting his spectacles with a shaking hand before shuffling into the kitchen. He talked as he went. “When I was young I thought I’d travel for my whole life, learn all there was…”
He stopped in the doorway, his breath rattling in his chest. “But time passes so quickly. Before you know it, your friends are dead and gone and you’re nothing but bones.”
Mirabell sat on the top of the cabinets, swinging her feet idly. Gerard reached for the kettle and poured the hot water through a tea strainer into a bone china cup.
“It won’t be very long now,” said Gerard, bringing the cup to the table and sinking gratefully into
Character Contest: Eric NulebenCharacter Contest: Eric Nuleben by Steve-C2
Character Bio for Eric.
Eric Nuleben (later, Eric Townley) was born to Lucas and Angela Townley. Shortly after his birth, and with the advice of a young Serene Winters, he was given to the care of Roger and Lily Goodsell, in order to hide him from the Mage Council. The step was necessary because he was a Dragon Mage, and the Council had passed rather draconian measures to essentially wipe out any Dragon Mage. In removing him from the Townley's care, Serene was able to fulfill her obligation and honestly report that she had taken measures to remove a Dragon Mage.
Growing up, Eric was informed by a nosy individual that he had been adopted. However, he never knew who his actual parents were, not even their names. He hoped that he would be able to meet them someday.
Eric was enrolled in a Mage Academy, and during the school year resided at there. During his years there, he did not "fit in" since he had no skills for most of his duration there
James D. Lockinkey: a storyThere are a lot of Hollywood idols out there, many of which have lived in the light and died in their bathrooms. We love them because we enjoy watching a celebrity rise to the top on pure luck and false promise as well as watching them fall back down to the bottom on drugs and bad decisions. But there is one celebrity that trumps all of them…except Donald Trump because nobody can Trump his craziness. My favorite Hollywood star is the late night talk show host known as James D. Lockinkey. I am now going to talk about him.James D. Lockinkey: a story by Jchrispole
I kind of want to skip his early life because it wasn’t all that cool. His dad was a pro bowler and his mother hated men. He began to develop a desire to become famous the first time he video-taped a fat guy falling down an up-elevator for 2 hours. He uploaded this video to YouTube and got 3 views the first day. The next day he got 4. Then he got 5. That was about it. But he still felt a passion for the movie industry building up inside. His mother d
Delilah - a personification of DeathName: DelilahDelilah - a personification of Death by the-3rd
Gender: either/ neither but with a preference for the female
Age: approximately 2237 years old; but might be older
Role in story:
Delilah is one of a multitude of so called ‘agents of Death’, known by a variety of other names such as Reapers, Valkyries or Dullahans to name a few. Their personal or individual titles are a matter of preference. Each agent has their own specialty, but in some cases, a specialty can be shared. Delilah was born, or created, with the outbreak of the first plague, and has since been responsible for reaping during pandemics.
Delilah is the protagonist in a short story called ‘The Graveyard Shift’ and a secondary character of a sequel called ‘Funeral Flowers’. In the first story she is presented as returning in full force as a reaper for the European outbreak of the bubonic plague in the 14th century, with little memory of her initial creation which had taken place more than a thousand years before.
20 Themes Challenge: Climatic Sequences1. Glory Days20 Themes Challenge: Climatic Sequences by British-Prophetess
2. Bottom Of Hell
3. Internal Injuries
4. Glow To The East
5. Last Moment On Earth
6. Can't Rush Me
7. Doing The Impossible
8. Gaping Entrance
9. Cold Pulse
10. Smoke Without Fire
11. Choices Have Consequences
12. Tangled Mess
13. Thrown Into Chaos
14. Screaming Mind
15. Metal Against Metal
16. Did She Hit You?
17. Privilege To Hunt
18. Squeal Of Rubber
19. Possessive Loyalty
20. Feudal Rivalry
Unbridled MindLogic and rationality are good things, don't misunderstand me, but what happens when we let logic and rationality narrow our view or blind us altogether?Unbridled Mind by Infinite-Word-Forge
Since when did we stop seeing a cardboard box as a race car or rocket ship and see only a cardboard box? Since when did we stop seeing a couch as a fortress or castle and see only a couch?
When did we bind our creative minds and lock them away to rot? Did we do it because we were told to? Because we had to be 'adults'? Why did we sacrifice magnificence for mundane?
Here in my hand I hold an apple but it is no ordinary apple, oh no. This here is an apple from the sacred grove deep in the mountains and only by besting the great bear spirit that guards it in a game of riddles was I able to obtain said apple.
Imagine you are walking down the sidewalk of a local road. Look down. The sidewalk turns to round, staggered stepping stones down a tunnel made of, now look up, boughs of cherry trees that line your path. It is the heart of spring, a
To Name A Hero! A Villain! Someone!Naming a character sucks. It's the most fun part, but it sucks like an open airplane window. If there was a slam dunk rule to creating the most fitting name for your unique character, it wouldn't suck, and it wouldn't be fun. It would be effective, and that'd be more than what we currently have.To Name A Hero! A Villain! Someone! by Celvas
thinking is a hard job by breathing2004
And still, people come up with character names that blast us away. How do they do it? Some say names just come to them. Others have a few phone books. Then some look at the credits of movies. Some jot down names they like for later use (maybe). Some people have friends and family. And so on. My method? I pretty much do it like I do it with everything I want to understand: I take what I like, cut it to screaming little pieces and only stop once I have found out why I like it and can replicate the effect. But that's just me.
If you've read past opinion deviations of mine, you know that I have to throw s
Poetry and Prose It seems highly unlikely to me that anyone can excel at writing good prose if they do not dabble in poetry; similarly, a good poet must write some prose on occasion. It is not important for such experimentation to be of any quality or for them to be published, but the writing of poetry puts focus on certain elements of normal writing that drastically improve quality, as does prose.Poetry and Prose by BDancinJones
Poetry is a form of expression that requires writing succinctly. Lines can only have so many words or syllables before they become cumbersome and tired, which forces poets to find descriptive words that take the place of several others, and to otherwise shrink expressions into efficient chunks. Similarly, good prose is concise and efficient.
Another important piece of poetry is the sounds. The fun of a good poem is the emotion it incites through the sounds, independent of the meaning of each word. Alliteration, consonance, assonance, and
Death is lifeI think about death everydayDeath is life by DontLetGo19
I look back to the day I took my first breath out of my mothers womb
Did you know that no pleasure of the Earth can numb the pain of self hatred?
Ever since I was born, I looked at the world in such a beautiful way. Always so curious, and always so happy.
Now I just don't care. It's just about what gets me through the day.
What helps to soothe the blisters my thoughts leave in my soul.
I don't know why I'm here but I can't wait to die.
I can't wait to feel no pain and finally
be at peace. To feel my corpse rot within the Earth would be a typical day.
But dying can be different. Death can numb the heart, numb the brain, and death can make it all feel okay.
Death is so comforting; even just the thought. Of how you can leave all your problems and all your pain at just a handful of pills, a knot of a rope, a bullet of a gun, a shot from a needle, or the slit of the veins.
How quickly and calmly is how death can approach.
Many would call me insane or
When Death Cheats YouWhen Death Cheats You by Vyndicare
WARNING: This contains strong language and violence. Viewer digression is advised. Read at your own risk.
Everyone knows the term "cheating death": it's when you get to escape the ending of your life, or the cruelness of how it will end or just the terror itself it carries. But everyone knows that Death will eventually catch up to you. Some people can evade it for a long period of time while others may not have the best of luck. I cheated Death once, and it hasn't caught up to me... yet. Before I die; before I'm caught, I want people to know his story. Yes, his story, not mine. This isn't about me. It's about the one young man that will live a thousand lifetimes more than me. I will die soon and so will my story. His will just fade away to the point where no one will remember. So to keep his story alive, I will tell you everything he told
Samhain (cyhydedd fer sonnet)Mortals bent at their tricks and treatsSamhain (cyhydedd fer sonnet) by sioranth
do not heed owl's forewarning shriek.
The witching hour is not for fools,
but ancestors, not ghost or ghoul.
The veil is frail this gusty night
with starry sky, no moon in sight.
Bonfire is lit; pumpkin is carved.
Harvest feast set with welcome arms.
But be chary with warded care
to beware fae with puckish air
and keep your mummer’s guise in place
lest you end being victim chased.
Never to fear as dawn draws near,
this day occurs just once a year.
Summer Days"Summer Days:"Summer Days by Miellat
Snug in my comfort clothes,
This feeling can't be beat
Air conditioning: keep the doors closed!
Else, you'll bask in summer heat
Not a care for hair, today
Your bedhead style will do
Sigh, let troubles melt away
(Including assignments due!)
'Tis the last day of summer!
Enjoy a cup, or few
Of your favorite flavored ice cream
And gain a pound or two!
Please, relish the lovely haze,
And reminisce your Summer Days!
Summer's Swing"Summer's Swing:"Summer's Swing by Miellat
Deep beneath the greenery,
In a peril of beetles and gnats,
I lounge—enjoy the scenery,
In the distance, the “crack” of bats
The smell of chlorine mingling
With the earnest of my nose,
Dad’s barbeque starts sizzling
As I carve my summer prose
Children laugh and croon along
To the tune that we all know
Summer’s swing, a joyful song,
Appeals to young and old
How still can eager dancers be
With the most exclusive melody?
Wishful Thinking"Wishful Thinking:"Wishful Thinking by Miellat
I've sadly come to realize
Some things you just can't have
This realm which holds me paralyzed,
This glass filled only by half
"In time, good things will come, you see"
However, I can't wait
Until the day you promise me
I'll leave my distraught state
Illusion chortles in my ear
My eyes covered by palms
Howling when no one can hear
Inhaling death's sweet balm
How easy is it, to believe
In one such deadly fantasy?
TreasureTreasureTreasure by Michel-le-fou
Dictated by Puabi
Some women desire gems and pearls
Some desire silver and gold
Some desire dominion and power
But they must pause to think
Even for one second
What will they do when they grow old?
A woman ages and will deflower.
I know it well
I had all of those
Now I have only one treasure
A gentle loving man
Who gives me continuous pleasure
I can't wait to leaveI can't wait to leaveI can't wait to leave by DontLetGo19
To leave and feel the fear become swallowed by reality
The reality of leaving
For so long, I've been tortured and beaten
I wish I could show someone what they've done to me without making me share the blame of why Doctors declare I'm not "Mentally stable"
That I can't be left home alone
That I can't be trusted with knives
That I have to take pills to be happy
But I'll never be happy.
Not as long as I live here
I'm scared of messing up and doing something wrong because then they'll find a reason to hit me
To beat me till I can barely talk
So I won't have to tell anyone what they do
What they've done
And what they still do
One time, I couldn't carry a gallon of milk because it was heavier than me and I spilled my cup all over the kitchen table
Then she grabbed me by arm and smacked anywhere that I would let her until I was left with hand marks and couldn't get up
She made me clean it and I just decided to try and sleep the pain away
I was thirsty for days.
The World's a StageThe World's a StageThe World's a Stage by Michel-le-fou
For Chris Topham
All the world's a stage, we are players
Though who may say what acts we play
Curtain is up and we must perform our parts
Some will do the strangest things
Some perform straight from their hearts
I do what I can as a sincere man
Because I want to care
So, on this note, I just want to say
Today is a special day
Be happy, be healthy, be good
The Ideal ManThe Ideal ManThe Ideal Man by Michel-le-fou
Dictated by Puabi
What kind of man is the ideal man?
Every woman alive wants to know.
For Puabi, he will stay sound and safe.
He will never go on long hard campaigns
To fight in foreign lands.
He will never try to make her cry.
He will dry her tears carefully when she cries.
He will embrace her warmly in his arms
And vow to love her forever.
What to say, what to do, when she meets him?
"Oh, my beloved, I love you now and forever!"