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Rising Like SmokeRising Like SmokeRising Like Smoke by Michel-le-fou
Darkness rose from seemingly nowhere like smoke
From the junction of the backstreet and Darkwood Road in municipal Arkham, Massachusetts, where most residents believed to be uninhibited, the darkness suddenly and mysteriously rose like a heavy blanket of smoke from an enormous bonfire. In fact, there was neither fire nor smoke; but someone or something was summoning the darkness. To be exact, the residents were too scared to investigate the junction, fearing very dark evil. There was a rumor that someone was reading from the black book.
"I swear to ya, someone has got that black book "Necronomicon"."
"You may be right. Darkness don't rise like smoke from anywhere."
They were both right, actually. Someone hid in the backstreet and recited something from Necronomicon to create that darkness. That happened at 5 pm, hours before real darkness fell. Eventually, when real darkness came, it mingled with the spell. Everyone in that side of the town locked door and
Battle of KettlesBattle of KettlesBattle of Kettles by Michel-le-fou
Pot calls kettle black
They stood in the center of the field
Fist clenched for a fight
Each one called the other black
But really nobody is white
Each side has its followers
And those who support are misled
You should not think about the man
Think about what he said
Princess EuropePrincess EuropePrincess Europe by DraganTheMighty
land of the west,
why don't you rest?
land of the west,
Wars never ended
forget we lest
Ages of the dark,
twilight of the cross,
A promising new world,
pirates hold your loss
Colonies of blood,
massacres at the east,
Watch your right hand,
it follows the beast.
Years of division,
the breaking of the wall,
Only now a decision,
no enemy, your ball.
dance of the north,
Keep up your faith,
hold down your sword
union at last,
Love your people,
learn from your past
In what you believe?
This can't be your plan,
What you release?
You can't rule the sun.
land of the west,
why don't you rest?
My Eyes Have ItMy Eyes Have ItMy Eyes Have It by Michel-le-fou
Dictated by Puabi
At last a moment
Deep in love
When the tongue will find no words
When the words locked within the heart
Need no longer be heard
When the eyes
When my tears
Say what needs must be said
A drop of joy
A drop of gratitude
For keeping me near him
After all those years
Hope springs eternal in my breast
And sorrow like a corpse
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.
You Don't Deserve It...You were the first boy I seriously liked. Many others thought you were good looking, said how lucky I was to work with you. I thought you were OK but slowly, I fell for you like everyone else. I've never been that good at controlling my outgoing personality. If I did, then I'd close myself off from the outside world. Even to this day, my family can't understand why. You tested my ability to keep to myself, but when it came to you, inadvertently, I was an open book. Rumours flew, confused me at whether they were true. And then I found out you 'liked' me back.You Don't Deserve It... by CrazyCapricorn
I couldn't eat or sleep; I was so young, naiive and excited. And undeniably stupid. I made many stupid mistakes that year. You DEFINITELY were one of them. But for once in my life, when it came to you, I finally thought I did something right. But then alarm bells rang, before and during. Ha, during?! You might as well have pissed on me since it was that quick. People who I'd known for four to six years were telling me to watch out,
Am I Pretty Yet?"Like the music?" Claire shouted over the sound of the bass' thump thump thump. Karlie couldn't tell what song it was, but probably somethng good considered it was Claire's iPod they were listening to. Ethan was off getting the food, so it was just them, girls for that while.Am I Pretty Yet? by Mirimoore
"Yeah," Katy laughed she took a gulp out of the bottle of vodka they were sharing. She passed it to Karlie who took a sip. The mansion had originally housed a family of five, but ever since Claire's parents had moved to Ostlea City, it was home to only one: Claire. Katy seemed to have the same subject on her mind, "I can't belive you're parents let you live here all by yourself."
"That's just if I get good grades and don't get pregnant or something," Claire nodded as Karlie handed her the bottle. A couple stumbled past them and down the hall to close themselves in a room. Karlie watched them lazily, trying to figure out who they were. The girl was a friend of London's girlfriend, Bridget. Adara, was it? Claire cur
Inky BlacknessHe looked to the light next to his bed, the electricity a very safe and very powerful reminder of mankind in general. It was real. There was a current running through it, he knew that much, and while it was 'bottled lightning' it was still very real. He tapped the heated glass of the bulb with his finger, then sighed. He knew he had to shut if off and get some sleep. He'd been reading too much again, but he dreaded shutting of the light. Just the thought of it made him sick. Pacing up around his small bedroom, he walked to the door and locked it, drawing the tiny bolt on the door closed. It led down to the shop below, his shop. His own little slice of life. Everything he loved was down there, but right now, as he thought about the inky blackness on the other side of that door, he dreaded the thought of going down there in the night. IT used to be comfortable, even in the dark.Inky Blackness by The-Original-RPer
It used to be safe.
Turning, he moved to his bed again, laying down and looking at the second door that led in
Eyes (380 Words)Steph rolled to the edge of the bed, her hand reached down and she could feel the Sof carpet of the floor. She stood to her feet and groped awkwardly through her room. From her bed she reached blindly until her hands found a wall which she followed to its end. A passageway! Then, as she stepped from her room, her foot kicked a cabinet that reached only as high as her waist. Howling and cursing in pain, Steph continued to reach out feeling and probing with her hands in an attempt to find anything solid.Eyes (380 Words) by dtb84
A smooth, cold mirror was in front of her. She knew it shown her reflection and wondered how she looked in it. Her hands slid down the glass, found the faucets, moved across the plastic counter top and then found the drawers. She opened them blindly and began moving her hands through their contents. A sharp pain struck her when she found her scissors; warm blood began dripping down her fingers. How bad did she cut herself?
Giving up on her daily routine of brushing her teeth be
Medieval guardians 10 The fateful meeting 4 of 4Jack ran into the blistering blizzard not caring about the cold, he still had mixed feelings about King Manny's offer to be a guardian knight while other places only allow royal blood and men Manny accepts anyone he feels is worthy to be a guardian. He did not discriminate against gender, race or background to King Manny everyone deserved a chance to prove themselves.Medieval guardians 10 The fateful meeting 4 of 4 by firecrystal1092
Why did he pick me? Sure I saved his life but beyond that I'm not really a fighter . I just use my knowledge of pranks to trick the bandits and thugs that dare come to Burgess or at least what is left of it. Jack thought grimly
Jack had been walking for three days and he was no closer to Burgess then he was before. Bunny and I traveled to the Lunar kingdom with his tunnels so I have no clue how to get back. he thought He had three options left.
One go back inside and be extremely embarrassed for being so dramatic, Two, stay out here until the storm kills him, try to find a way back to Burgess with no food or
The Fallen Servant - Chapter 1The Fallen Servant: Chapter 1The Fallen Servant - Chapter 1 by Aliyaria
I was raised by a woman, named May - she took care of me after my parent's died, she believed in strange realms that I never understood, but then again, I was never exposed to the outer day at all even, back then I certainly didn't understand it, but who was I to judge her beliefs?
Not now, for sure. - Twila Toirdoittr.
Crepuscular dusk shone like pale each dawn that struggled against the crimson ties, washed upon the blackening maw of the horizon as a scattering of gelid and incandescent stars watched silent and sentient above the worlds.
Tears waved across the young girl's face, trembling in her wake as she thrashed against the gentle tides of soft flowers, layed across the thick ground beneath her, she jerked and flinged back and forth as if she was being kidnapped, finally within seconds her eyes snapped open, gazing back
Kaleidoscope Frost 05. Lights, Camera, ActionAuthor X commonor type AU with Dante and KaleidoKaleidoscope Frost 05. Lights, Camera, Action by firecrystal1092
This is a modern AU so Kaleidoscope is more of a nickname for her in this universe then her actual name. I thought that the name Edith Frost fit her as a normal human name. Jack Frost is Jack's stage name while Tooth's name will remain the same hope you like this one.
For as long as she could remember Kaleidoscope 'Edith' Frost had been surrounded by screaming fans and flashing lights, as she walked down a long red carpet.
She had been born into stardom with her mother being the famous rockstar Toothiana, her father being the young hulk actor Jack Frost that every girl had voted being #1 hottest man in people magazine she had a lot to live up to.
Ever since she was a baby Kaleidoscope had been bathed in riches, limos, and given the most sophisticated dresses, shoes, handbags,earrings but for her it was not material things she was looking for.
Heroic Corpulence WG - Part 3Part 3: NamorHeroic Corpulence WG - Part 3 by lovelymars908
At the beautiful shores in Florida, beachgoers were sunbathing, children playing in the sand and water, others eating ice cream and playing volleyball. Everyone was enjoying the day, especially one person. A tanned man with short black hair and a handsome face. He was wearing a black leotard containing his near-rotund figure with a gold belt. Namor McKenzie, a breed of an Atlantean princess and an American lieutenant, was observing the beach and the people. Smiling smugly, it’s implied that he was up to no good. AGAIN.
Namor had been touring around the coasts of the US, and well, he hasn’t been the nicest person to be around with. He’s been harassing people, going into restaurants without paying, and eating fish right out of the local fisheries. The fishermen weren’t too happy about that. Mm, the thought of food entered his mind, and Namor decided to find some grub. He looked around the area, He saw a good port
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
I want to be as brave as that flower.Cliffs seem to calm me on days like these. When the world decides to move much faster than most can tolerate, the cliffs tell me to stop and look out. The cliffs smell sweet, crisp and strong, an aroma I was now used to. I stare down at flowers, small delicate, vibrant flowers that grow on the edge of the cliff. They are so small, but they have more bravery than myself. They dangle from the edge without a care, allowing the wind to toss them wherever it pleases. I envy these flowers and in my jealousy I pick them and place them in my braid. The vibrant colours dulling as death approach the flower. It's the small things that make me smile.I want to be as brave as that flower. by SetfiretotheOcean
I brave the edge of the cliff, my skirt tattered with dirt. I dare to dangle my feet from the edge, a pebbles slips and plummets to the water below. I never hear it hit. I look over at the sunset, a glowing orange runs across my face, I blink and shiver, my senses take over when I relax. When I stare I think, it is my curse, about words that someone d
Ocean's Melodies Ch. 1Naida stared into the ocean as her friends played volleyball in the clear water.Ocean's Melodies Ch. 1 by xXMaploryXx
She sighed as she drank her soda, setting it down before leaning back onto her towel. While her friends were having fun, she was laying there getting toasted by the sunrays. It wasn’t that Naida didn’t want to play; it was the fact that she can’t swim.
And she has a fear of water. Naida wasn't sure what that is called, aquaphobia or something, but she really couldn't care less. All she knows is that she was not going into the water, period.
It was sort of ironic because her whole family was familiar with water, excluding Naida. Her father is a fisherman, her mother is a marine biologist, and her older brother had won many trophies and medals for swimming competitions. To say that Naida feels pathetic is an underestimate.
None of her friends know that she can’t swim. If Naida told them that she couldn’t swim, she would be teased and made fun of to no extent,
Avoidant Personality DisorderI've never gotten to explain this to anyone before, since every time I try, I break into some sort of sobbing fit. If my explanation sounds a little funky, that may be why.Avoidant Personality Disorder by Miellat
Yeah. So, I have APD, or Avoidant Personality Disorder.
To summarize, it's a disorder that makes people want to avoid social contact and criticism by all means.
Unfortunately, that includes me.
I didn't know about the disorder until I browsed through psychological disorders for writing purposes, and happened to find it. I matched every single symptom.
Every last one, period. And I believe, wholeheartedly, that I have it.
This isn't your WebMD diagnosis, not when you feel so badly.
It's a really difficult feeling to describe.
Whenever you so much as try to make conversation with any person, you feel like chopping your head off. In my case, you're afraid to say hello. Or goodbye, or thank you, or I love you, or things that people should be able to say without stopping to think.
You feel unworthy o
Bwanga ExcerptBwanga climbed onto the vine-dressed bough of a mahogany tree that spread over the other treetops. Her lithe and black figure, clad with brief strips of bark-cloth, glistened like polished obsidian from the equatorial sun's brilliance. A leopard-skin sash bound an iron-bladed spear to her back while a machete rested under the side of her thong. The fangs and claws looped around Bwanga's neck displayed her triumphs as a Bakonda huntress. Today she hunted not for meat but for the man she loved.Bwanga Excerpt by BrandonSPilcher
All around her vantage, the Mayombi rainforest spread to the horizons like a bushy green carpet, broken only by winding rivers and jutting crags of basalt. Eastward the terrain sloped into shallow hills, and atop one of these rose the jagged parapets of a great stone wall. A rampart like this would have girdled Mbanza Ulamba, capital of the Ulamba kingdom. Bwanga had traveled many days east from her homeland, but never would she have expected to reach Ulamba near the Mayombi Basin's opposite edge!
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 12Chapter TwelveElementals - Chapter 12 by darkchapters
Slowly Draco opened his eyes. He was starring at the moon, it was full, and there wasn’t a cloud in sight, only stars. He tried to get up fast but fell back down and realized he was extremely dizzy. Trying again but much slowly he managed to stand on his feet though everything was spinning.
Looking around he saw several small islands off across the waters around him, he recognized the area from his map; he was at Tenma isles. But how was that possible, one minute he was on Aeon Toris in the corrupted chasm the next he was all the way on Saeyune.
“You are here because we brought you,” A female voice whispered in Draco’s head.
He looked around again; there was no one in sight, “Who said that, how are you speaking to me inside my head?”
“Telepathy, a trick an old friend taught us.”
In answer two Dragons swiftly descended from the sky landing by Draco with a loud thud. The first Dragon was massive and hulking
Elementals - Chapter 11Chapter ElevenElementals - Chapter 11 by darkchapters
Draco arrived at the docks of Aeon Toris early morning. He didn’t even wait for the boat to finish docking before taking off in flight with great speed. He flew to the nearest city from the docks; which was Zenan. The cold winter winds made his face a little numb but as soon as he landed he used a simple heat spell to warm himself back up as he wandered through the city looking for a cartographer shop. There was not that many people outside because the cold air but spring wasn’t too far away either.
Draco asked around for a cartographer shop expecting that a city should have at least one. It took him some time but he finally found it. He got lots of weird looks as he wasn’t wearing normal winter garbs like everyone else. He had on a simple sweater and pants and some boots. He didn’t need to dress in layers because he could use magic to warm himself up whenever needed and he liked the maneuverability from lighter clothes.
At the shop he picke
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
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
We can do thisWithering and decayingWe can do this by DontLetGo19
I found myself swimming in a lake of sorrow
I was a lonely soul until you came to me
Like an Angel, you came to me and healed
You made every piece of me new
With every smile and laugh you gave to me
I fell in love
For something so graceful and beautiful
It would be impossible to not love you
It's as if God himself gave you a piece of him so you may illuminate the world with your captivating beauty
You are absolutely astonishing with every action you make
I love the way the light of day shines on your pale skin and the way you look at me when you say "I love you too."
I love the way you make my heart pound faster when you say you can't wait to marry me and have my children
I love the way I can hear you breathe so slowly when you're falling asleep
I love all the small things you do
I love you more than you could ever imagine
And though I'm not the strongest man, I can carry the world on my shoulders so you won't have to
I'm not the smartest m
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?
A Private GiftA Private GiftA Private Gift by Michel-le-fou
In the silence around me
The only sound I will hear
Is the rush of her breath
As she sighs
The night will have its stars
Far away in the Heaven
But two of them are near
As they sparkle in her eyes
She may gave been a gift from Heaven
Her sire is unknown
But she is always a gift
That I enjoy alone
To Robert L StevensonTo Robert L StevensonTo Robert L Stevenson by Michel-le-fou
How well I remember your bohemian life
Giving sway to your transformation
My life abroad had changed me too
A veritable mixture
Absurd ways and means
Alcoholism and inebriation
Impatience and hypocrisy
From the ones around me
Has made me yield up virtue
As a silent witness
To transform into a social critic
Life here is like life in England then
Indeed we share much in common
We are both clever and traveled men
My transformation into myself
Is harder than before
What you really meanStop confusing me with your confusing figures of speech, metaphors, similies, and obvious hints to how you feel.What you really mean by BookSmart16
My ears pick up on "You can do better." but literally translate to something called dissapointment.
Why not tell me straight up how you feel instead of sugar-coating it like the supposed stuckup you are?
How dare you pity me, thinking you're sparing my heart by letting me down gently when you're just slowly poisoning it?
And the next minute, "I was only trying to encourage you!" Translating to calling me rude?
Tell me what you really mean.
"I like you!" Is what my friend hears, naive to everything and taking it all literally.
Does she really not understand nor comprehend the lies inbetween the spaces of those teeth?
Or the hot stinking breath that followed after those three foul words were mentioned?
Perhaps you were momentarily unable to inhale such putrid mixed odors that hit your face filled with open pores.
The literal translation of reverse phsycology, figuring you a wa
Woman X 3Woman x 3Woman X 3 by Michel-le-fou
A happy woman's moments
Waking up beside her lover
She holds his hand as they walk out
They go for breakfast or coffee
She looks at him as he drinks
"How was your coffee, beloved?"
"So much tastier with you."
2. After Noon
She walks beside him homewards
Her hand in his again
She leads him into the kitchen tenderly
Looking for fresh food for his lunch
"What do you like for lunch, beloved?"
"Roast mutton, if we have it, red wine and your kisses."
"You will have all."
The air is still
There is a faint breeze
Cool, fresh, gentle
Like her voice
They take a stroll and enjoy
Again, she looks at him
They find a cafe and take dinner
She watches him
Then she chews some food
"Is it good, darling?"
"It is always good when we are together."
"We are together forever."