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HertzThe human ear can perceiveHertz by xxdraxx
Frequencies anywhere from
20 to 20,000 hertz.
Our song vibrates
At less than 3 hertz.
Chance the Rapper taught me
Not to write love songs,
Instead, I’m writing ‘you’ songs.
I’m not in love.
I’m in you,
I am so in you.
Facing the deityA dance figureFacing the deity by frightenthelittlesin
I might have understood once.
Only that the clouds are
Shifting my lobotomic mind –
See those pawns and knights?
They’ll burn as they fall
Into the night, into
Your crimson glass.
The cloak, the disputes
That turned with jadeite melodies.
Discrete waltz with
Weeping violin cries.
Why then perceived I
Myself as a child of god?
Cover my illness,
Oh the music box can’t
Accompany my sleep any longer
Dear lord, was my screaming too loud?
Did I deafen your heavenly healing?
Cover my aching heart
The scars are envious
SuiteI expected a vibrating dressing roomSuite by frightenthelittlesin
And blue-red flowers
On top of sandpaper skin,
Misunderstood and slowly
Turning waxy. Erythrocytes,
Stained dark beneath the lace.
In slumbers – thoughts
Are bleached to golden
Ribcages and thundering birds.
They are like the sky on mornings
That scream “down you go” -
Because, father, the world
You stunk of was worse
Than the clamor
Under live fence roots.
The Scriptures Of LamiumFrom the green hills,The Scriptures Of Lamium by Paul-1485
Where in the morn
Silver mist doth hang,
In drapes of dream-like dew,
The sky-eyed girl met me there,
She told me of the future,
Of many-hued reasons,
And of what lies into forever.
I followed her trail
Deep into the country air,
Among ghosts and histories
And moats and fantasies,
And upon the seventh day,
As the bright sun rose,
Casting orange light all across,
She sank into the cool mist,
All silver’d and silent.
I now stand knowing,
Upon this hill where I am,
My eyes have seen,
And the sky-eyed girl
Floats as a dream, but with
Truth and tales,
Ships and sails,
Woods and trees,
Cast unto the forever,
Cast unto your dream,
Woods and trees and forever,
Where the sky-eyed girl met you there,
In cool misty hillside graces,
Of notions and Times,
And reasons within rhymes,
She sank into the cool mist,
All silver’d and silent.
(Early morning of 9th August 2014)
selective. hearing.I thought you said 'I love you',selective. hearing. by apoemhowsweet
but maybe you actually said 'I'll love you'
(they both sound the same)
and in brackets you meant;
('when you're someone else entirely').
100mg of nature.the clouds are lost today,100mg of nature. by apoemhowsweet
like unsung lullabies
stuck in the throat of a strangled sky.
the flowers levitate today,
their tissue paper wings
pink sertraline dreams that the bees cannot sting.
the trees bob their heads today,
like tired old men
falling asleep in church, disillusioned again.
the white thistles are stuck today,
entrapped by their names.
hissing popcorn on stilts, or rupturing brains.
the sun mottles the grass today,
in psoriasis patches,
like liver spots on ivy in the window sashes.
the wind kisses sick patients today,
tucking them in,
and then flees in a rustling dress while she sings.
A Halloween Like None BeforeA Halloween Like None BeforeA Halloween Like None Before by Michel-le-fou
The night of 30 October was scarcely the night that most folk usually celebrated as All Hallows' Eve. Throughout the edge of the town of Salem, Massachusetts, long noted for its former crazed witch hunts and unfounded accusations of black magic. None were ever proven or even investigated.
But despite the shady past in the town, the date in 2013 was more like a new arrival than a revival of old characters. The first upon the scene was a faint, aged and seemingly ruminating figure of a man wearing a high top hat and the dark clothes of mystics and undertakers alike. His gaze was stony and cool, yet indubitably sharp like an eagle. He strolled the back lane of the main road, isolated and unobserved, muttering eldritch words that had no resemblance to any known human tongue. He scanned the doorways and windows of the houses he passed thoroughly. Some windows revealed the glow of electric lights; others revealed the dim glow of a candle.
However, neither a
Vision of LoveIt was a day like any other. Soon, people would be waking from their restful sleep, ready to continue with their mundane, little lives.Vision of Love by Caylee-Slansen
As I gaze out of my murky window, just like so many other days past, I can still feel her watching me. There's a comfort there, a chill, and perhaps even a little excitement. Her eyes always had a way of finding my deepest recesses. Even now, detached from their usual perch, they bore right through me.
Dinner"We're going to have to make dinner ourselves tonight," Katherine said, taking some lettuce and pickles from the fridge. She opened the freezer to look inside then just shut it.Dinner by Mirimoore
"Why?" I asked. I knew I shouldn't question her. She was twelve and the oldest, so she knew what to do, obviously. She opened the cuboard and picked up a loaf of bread. She placed them on the counter and turned to me.
"Mom's not coming back," she said gently and sadly. I could hear the wet brokeness in her voice.
"What about tomorrow?" I asked desperately. I didn't like the sound of those words 'not coming back,' "She can't be gone forever."
"Karlie," she put her face in her hands and took a big breath followed by a noise that sounded more like a sob than a sigh. She removed her hands and her eyes were watery, "Mom's not coming back tomorrow. She's not coming back ever."
"What?" My brow furrowed. Not coming back. Ever. She's never coming back. The
[FF XIV] The Shaming of Tarot"Now you know better than that, kupo! We didn't raise you to be a self-righteous little boy."[FF XIV] The Shaming of Tarot by The-Original-RPer
Tarot sighed, hanging his head as he sat in the glade of trees deep within the Black Shroud. He had come back to check on Moggie-Moglin to see how he was recovering after the poisoning, but found him not only perfectly healthy but waiting alongside his mother and father. Koopin Kop was a fine, upstanding moogle of the community, with a celebrated history of dedicated guardianship of the Twelveswood. Pooka Paki, his wife, had been in attendance to one of the padjaal for a large number of years before she settled down with her mate. And while both of them were goodly moogles, Tarot wished that they were Hyurs or Elezen--it wouldn't be so tempting to swat them when they got to scolding him, parents or not.
"Now the way we hear it, you went and shot off at the mouth again, didn't you? Thought yourself all high and mighty and got your foot stuck in your mouth. We tell you to think about things befo
My Little Destiny (chapter two)Chapter 2My Little Destiny (chapter two) by FireRuWolf
“... up, wake up, Ososia!” I moan as I start coming to “One more minute mom...” I roll over and fall off the bed I was on. I jump up “I'm awake!” I look to my left as my ghost appears “Why did you have to wake me?” The ghost tried to look embarrassed, even thought it had no way of doing so “Um, you may want to look at yourself, your a bit different.” I look down and saw black armored hooves “Hooves?” I slowly look behind me and my eyes go wide “I'm... a horse! I'm a talking horse.” My ghost shakes himself “Correction, a talking pony. Well, a unicorn.” I look at him like he grew a second eye “Unicorns do not exist, you know that.” “Then how do you explain your horn?” I stare at him in surprise “My horn?” I was about to reach up to it when I hear a gasp. I turn and stare at a green lizard that was standing up right who is smaller than me.
My Little Destiny (Chapter one)Chapter 1My Little Destiny (Chapter one) by FireRuWolf
I sigh as I sat down, leaning on one of the ruins dotting the area where the black heart of the Vex used to be “I did it... I finally did it.” My ghost appeared in front of me and I could hear the worry in his voice “I would not celebrate so soon, Ososia. Look.” I gasp as I saw what looked like a mini black hole forming in the place where the heart used to be “By the traveler!” I get up and start running, my white armored trench coat flapping as I ran toward my ship, which my ghost had called in.
I get in and pull off my black and yellow helmet, revealing my blue skin covered with a green triangle shaped face paint. I run a armored hand through my long green hair that was pulled back into a short pony tail. I turn my glowing eyes toward the window and pressed a few buttons, sending my ship flying toward space, or I thought it would.
I look at the controls as a warning light and sound came up, making my eyes go wide “I'm not going to g
Yu-Gi-Oh! Frontier - Arc-I - Episode 2Yu-Gi-Oh! Frontier - Arc-I - Episode 2 by smelendez3D
In the future city of Starypia, we meet a young guy name Stratos Yuria. He was a ordinary 18 year old that had a perfect life with his family and friends. One Monday morning, as he walks with his friends Lucas and Jessica, he tells them about a strange dream he had last night, involving him floating in the beautiful emptiness of space. There he encounters a figure that calls herself Mia and informs him about a dark force called "the wicked ones" coming to his home world. After telling his friends, they see a group gathering around the lunch area. There they see their friend Angel dueling against a guy named Randy Vandals. After Angel's loss to Vandals, Randy takes Angel's deck and Stratos's pendant and gives him a ultimatum.
Keep Calm and Game On: Part 2
It is now 3:00 PM, and everybody is heading home for the day, including Stratos and Star. They were taking the
Warm Guardians Chapter 7Warm Guardians Chapter 7 by firecrystal1092
Day Four : The Rebellion Strike
Z slumps over towards Tooth, but before he could lay a finger on her, I raise my staff and send him flying in the opposite direction using the last of my breath protecting Tooth.
Even if it means I can no longer go back to my plane and listen to bob dilian while leaning back on the chairs imagining the plane gliding through the wind. My bare feet up and my hand behind my back as I close my eyes and pretend to fly; Even if it means not being able to hear Tooth's dligate sliky voice enter my ears as she smiles at my crude admits at casual language.
Z rose up from my attack his neck slumped to one side he jerked his head sharply it made a nauseating crack as his neck popped back into place and then stomped over towards me. I was still on the floor with my staff raised my hands shaking as I struggled to stay awake afraid if I were to close my eyes I w
Love's Enduring LegacyHe reads her a bedtime story every night. She loves them all, especially the ones with pictures. Sometimes he likes to make up his own story. Tonight is to be one of those nights. He decides that this particular story should have a lyrical bent to it. He thinks for a few moments, then begins:Love's Enduring Legacy by tommyboywood
"Little boy blue and the man in the moon,
white stars that twinkle at night.
A sweet dimpled smile that made the lad swoon,
future's now looking so bright.
She was just sixteen years old when they "began." He was a senior in high school. He had known her all his life, they grew up together. But he had never thought about her before in that way. Then one day, something changed. He couldn't quite explain it. She looked different somehow. All he knew was that to him she was most beautiful creature on the planet! How could he have missed it all these years?
'Cats in the cradle and pimper
Too BadAlone againToo Bad by JetSato
the f***s I give
starts with z
I got a huge heart
but I stopped caring
I guess that's what heartbreak
does to me
Wish I still had the harmonica
piece of metal
but it was my n***a
never got tired of playin'
sometimes I think it made me sane
wanna play the cello
keeps me mellow
that would pick me up
even when I'm feelin' down though
Song Translation : Pulangkan - Misha OmarMISHA OMAR – PULANGKAN/ RETURN THEM LYRICSSong Translation : Pulangkan - Misha Omar by AngelOfThursday23
Seharum bunga yang menggoda
Sekadar di pandang usah di puja
Kau pasti tak percaya
Kasihku bukan untukmu sayang
Tiada kusangka kau sungguh kejam
Kau rampas segalanya yang kau dendam
Namun takkan bahagia kehidupanmu
Bila bunyi bersatu
Pulangkan cinta hatiku
Oh hentikanlah menghantuiku
Oh pulangkan oh pulangkanlah padaku
Kupulangkan resah hidupmu
Yang dikau musnah tanpa relaku
Bebaskanlah maafkan daku oh kasih
Tiada kemaafan di sini
Kau ragut degupan hatiku ini
Akan ku jejakimu ke mana jua
Hingga ke akhir masa, sayang
The seductive fragrance of flowers
Only meant to be gazed but not to adore
you will never believe
My love is not for you, beloved
I do not foresee you to be this cruel
You took everything you demand
But your life will not be content
When the melodies unite
You’ll be mine
Return to me the love of my heart
Oh, please stop agonizing me
Return them, return them to me
End Game!End Game! by tommyboywood
...from the newsroom, breaking news! Elwood T. Bug VI, grandson and heir apparent of the now deceased former premier of Bugdom Elwood T. Bug IV, called for an urgent news conference about an hour ago. Fox news was first to arrive at the scene, and we now have for you the complete transcript. It reads:
Elwood T. Bug VI here. A few months ago my grandfather, Elwood T. Bug IV, delivered a warning message to a certain unspecified species whom we will now clearly identify as: humankind. Please note this quotation from said warning: "So here is the bottom line: A red line has been drawn - here, and no further! One more dead bug and all the bugs in the world will be called upon to unite against certain unsaid species," end quote! Apparently, this warning was not taken seriously, as reports have been arriving at my desk daily suggesting that bugs are still being squished, swatted, stepped on, sprayed with gawd knows what, set on fire, cap
AHer fists rang out as thunder against the doors of heaven, her hands streaked with her blood and that of her friends.A by Infinite-Word-Forge
Her cries pierce the empty silence. “Haven’t I suffered enough?”
No response comes.
Battering and staining the door her hands break and she throws herself against the obstruction until she can no longer move.
"What more do you want from me?"
Blinded by pain and choked with lament she lays bleeding upon the floor.
She questions her decisions, she wonders how things could have been had she never walked this path.
Her body grows cold and the doors remain shut.
She would be with her friends again soon or so she hoped.
anthromorphism the land along the nile was hot, sticky. the sun beat down and pierced skin like little mouths of teeth, burning, burning; stinging. i smile. dalila's hand rests at the small of my back, fingers curled into the linen of my dress.anthromorphism by mwezii
fish, aziza, one hand moves to gently touch mine, dark fingertips tapping careful on my knuckles, fish, make him proud.
her hand fell to her sides as she sway foot to foot in the breeze that bore scalding sand.
i cast the line and the bait falls into the water with a quiet sound before it sank down towards the riverbed.
i do not know how long it is that i wait. i wait and wipe sweat from my dripping forehead with the back on my free hand.
a tug and the line tightens, taught from the desperation of whatever writhed on the hook beneath the current.
i pulled, pulled, pulled until the thing fell at my feet. his face; entirely human. the golden bodied thing gaped lips and fought for breath, choking, choking.
the rod fell from my hands, taking th
The Haunted Mansion: Dracula WG - CH.3Chapter 3The Haunted Mansion: Dracula WG - CH.3 by lovelymars908
It was the second night in the Hellsing Manor. There was a small coming room situated next to the dining room. Dracula retired in that room, and it had a cozy redwood coffin for his convenience. But the vampire had to struggle to fit in the casket because his bulging gut was almost too large to fit. He finally managed to squeeze in and went to sleep.
The vampire woke up around midnight. He stumbled out of the casket and exited the door. Something caught his eyes. On the floor, a plate of warm muffins next to his feet. Dracula wasted no time at munching on the muffins. A wonderful smell wafted in the hallway and it found a way to his nose, signaling breakfast time.
Dracula stepped into the dining room with the familiar site of bountiful food on the table. Almost every dish was present: scrambled eggs, hickory smoked bacon, buttered toast, pancakes & waffles flavored buttermilk, chocolate, blueberry, and banana. More on the list was omelets, smoked sausages, French toast, a
Funny Fat People(Respit sits at the news desk and talks into the camera)Funny Fat People by BloodyMess-VaoT
Hey there and welcome to Respit explains the world!
Today I want to tell you why it's toxic when fat people pretend to be, or actually are, genuinely retarded and go on like that in order to gain popularity from it.
You see, if someone who is fat makes a video or a TV appearance in which he/she acts retarded or "crazy" most people don't give a fuck and watch something else or they haven't watched the crap in the first place, because they have better things to do with their life.
But then you have all these retarded people, who think it's real. They have to spread this stuff all over the internet and talk about it and cause it to get more popular.
You can roughly divide them into two categories.
The "mean" ones. They think it is super funny and ridiculous, how this retarded fat girl makes an idiot out of herself. Then they have to show it all their friends. As implied before, most of these people have no life so they have to make
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…
Welcome to the Llama Party!If you're reading this journal, you're cordially invited to my...Welcome to the Llama Party! by OfOneSoul
In my "last journal" I revealed this upcoming party with no clues as to what it would involve. All I revealed is that it would include prizes such as & Premium Memberships. What I did ask of you was to answer this poll. The question?
What is your favorite number between 1 and 10? And why?
This was in fact the first "contest". I perused the comments and chose the number I will be using in the party based on the entrant's reason. And the winner of the first prize, 100 , is...
- with their comment:
"I like 6.
Ever since I started learning numbers in school, and math,
The Narrative Kind of Lit.Welcome to OfOneSoul's first issue of...The Narrative Kind of Lit. by OfOneSoul
Kind of Lit.
If you support this article or were featured in it, feel free to advertise ClefairyKid's awesome stamp!
... and in accordance with my well-known disorder, .giflovingmania,
everyone's favorite narrating TV Show character, DEXTER, will be hosting this article's .gifs.
... he's so yummy, but usually covered in blood. Which is cool. Sort of.
a spoken or written account of connected events; a story.
"the hero of his modest narrative"
in the form of or concerned with narration.
"a narrative poem"
So, if you haven't figured it out yet... this is a feature article specializing in the
deviantARTing: CommissionsWelcome to OfOneSoul's first issue of...deviantARTing: Commissions by OfOneSoul
Keep on deviantARTing!
... and for the Hell of it, Thorgeous and Sexki will be hosting this article's .gifs.
performing an action involving or within the deviantART community.
supporting fellow deviants.
submitting or appreciating art on this glorious website
reading delicious articles written by deviants with too much time on their hands.
The object of my article, keep on deviantARTing, is to explain certain aspects of devianART that sometimes get muddled or some may not fully understand. I have become rather adept at commissioning others and felt that my
Membership: Win 1, get 1 free!That's right... :iconwooooplz:Membership: Win 1, get 1 free! by OfOneSoul
:iconlachoirplz: :iconlaplz: :iconlachoirplz:
In the spirit of my great and awesome return to DA... - I would like to give away 10 PREMIUM MEMBERSHIPs. You biz-natches heard right.
10 PREMIUM MEMERBSHIPS!
Considering that this is the first time I will be doing this giveaway, I'll start with 1 MONTH PREMIUM MEMBERSHIPS. This giveaway is all in the spirit of community, forgivness , & LOVE. There are just a few rules to follow... so please,
READ THE FOLLOWING RULES CLEARLY
AND DO EXACTLY AS I SAY.
... or evil goblins hungry for premium memberships will come in the night and eat them all up.
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
Otherworldly Chapter 1 - Part 2 I was an orphan…well, kind of. I resided with my Aunt Cary and Uncle Riley after my parents assumingly abandoned me. Cary said that she took me in when I was six because my mother was unable to care for me. My father? No one knew who or where he was. He was nonexistent to me like the Otherworldlies are to humans.Otherworldly Chapter 1 - Part 2 by LunaNitor
Riley hadn’t always been so…scary. He developed a thirst for alcohol over the years and over time that thirst had become insatiable. I watched as he grew from the hardy construction worker I knew as a child to the stupid, stumbling drunk he was turning in to. And poor Cary. She was such a soft and loving woman with no backbone. She tried so hard to stand up to Riley, but her unfrightening, bony body didn’t so much as phase Riley and his bulbous belly and now she was beginning to lose hope because she had already lost her husband.
Law War: Chapter 4Law WarLaw War: Chapter 4 by sevenofeleven
This world was a big change from the previous one. While that one was dark and unchanging, this one was lit by a sun that rocketed across the sky. Pale green plants flung themselves out of the dark soil to reach the swift moving cloud filled sky. Dark green bushes expanded and fought with other plant life. Day and night both came and went quickly.
Eylen woke up looking at a ceiling carved with strange pink creatures with wings. Body parts seem to blend into each other giving the impression of a chaotic tangled mass. It almost looked like it was moving. It made her so uneasy, Eylen stopped looking and got up.
The group was in a large white marble gazebo. Unlike the tiny cramped place they had been hiding in, there was enough room for ten times their number here. Brown and gold autumn leaves blew in from the trees outside.
Tefgir and I'xazula were standing face to face. It seemed like they were going to kiss or start fighting. Eylen could not hear t
Law War: Chapter 5Law WarLaw War: Chapter 5 by sevenofeleven
World 1141, Designation “Meridocia”
Any Ports Brothel
Eylen and Kameran were in one of the bedrooms in the brothel. It was not a bad looking room. The beds and floor were made of dark mahogany and the bedspreads were maroon with red highlights. A window faced out over the ocean.
Kameran slept while Eylen kept watch. She remembered how the group was almost dead on their feet before Fraenk flagged down a stagecoach heading into town. Tefgir did not like owing strangers money but Fraenk said he would take care of that.
Someone discreetly knocked on the door and Eylen took a quick glance at Kameran before opening the door.
A blonde young woman wearing a short dress stood outside. She bowed before she introducing herself.
“I am Lamia and the Madam wishes for the pleasure of your company at her dinner table,” Lamia said with a smile.
Before Eylen could reply, Lamia continued.
“Don't worry about cleaning up, we will provide
Lunar Sisters-prologueGoddess. Ha I laugh at that title I am no Goddess. No the Gods made that very clear, I am a Titaness. The Titans are all locked away in the horrible hellish pits of Tartarus. My own parents whom I have seen nor spoken to since the Titanomachy are in that place. Along with most of my family when he overthrew Cronus. Zeus. Not much better than Cronus, as he chose who could stay in the mortal realm. Or be locked away with Cronus and the other Titans who followed him.Lunar Sisters-prologue by Theseademonprincess
Fate rang in my favor as Zeus just had a daughter who was destined to be the third and final lunar sister. Adopting Hecate she was embraced by some of the Olympians, as others envied her closeness to Zeus. Then he looked at me with those lighting filled eyes that burned with lust and other emotions I couldn't read. He spoke my fate;
"Selene, the Goddess of the Moon. Born from Hyperion and Theia two Titans fated to the pits of Tartarus. Though you can not share that miserable fate with the others since the Fates will not allow
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
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?
Worldly Ways, Worldly WoesWorldly Ways, Worldly WoesWorldly Ways, Worldly Woes by Michel-le-fou
Go forth, my son, into our world.
Know its ways and means
Keep your wit and mind alert
Keep your heart clean
Watch everything and every man
Decide to part or follow
Stay awake and await the chance
You'll know both joy and sorrow
So I went to university
I got my degree and went abroad
I hoped that life abroad would make me free
Indeed it should
But though i am free I feel regret
For the thought of freedom remains unlike between men
Some think that it gives them right
To interfere with others' rights
That primes them for a fight
And in the end
It gives me blues in the night
Good Friend, Good EnemyGood Friend, Good EnemyGood Friend, Good Enemy by Michel-le-fou
The value of King of Swords
I am king of swords since my graduation
Observing the land under my reign
Cool and calculating as a king should be
My sword always ready to promote justice
I am a loyal friend to those I trust
But when I doubt, then I take leave
I can be a noble enemy too
Just irritate me or do me harm
I'll do more than leave you
I'll return fully armed for the fight
Beside me always is my fair queen
She wields her love like a sword
Whoever disturbs us must beware
For her temper is hotter than mine
Speak ill and lose your tongue
Raise a hand to us and she'll remove it
She will exile my enemies wherever they are
But she will deliver us to better place
Chipping the Old BlockChipping the Old BlockChipping the Old Block by Michel-le-fou
For my father
"That kid is a chip off the old block," my mother would say
Is heredity true?
Look at my life until today
I have my share of worrying
I have learned to care
But I remember that he used to say
We must laugh at life or go mad
Perhaps I've flipped already
But I laugh out loud each night
Am I mad? Maybe
But I enjoy it, and enjoy life.