The VowsThe Vows by unusedEmotion
We stood at the altar
In the fresh aesthetics of spring
You took my hand in yours
And slid on that fateful ring
I wore a fair dress
Clothed in a flurry of white
The poison smile
On my wedding, the only blight
So beautiful it was
My dress stained red
Our passion unbidden
I took off your head
We promised love
Till death do us part
And it shall
For your head, take my heart
My dear, my darling
Forget me not
Honor our righteous vows
And love me till I rot
We vowed forever
Let my love
Bury us together
TherapyWhen I see ghosts they look perfectly real and solid -- like a living human being. They are not misty; I can't see through them; they don't wear sheets or bloody mummy bandages. They don't have their heads tucked under their arms. They just look like ordinary people, in living color, and sometimes it is hard to tell who is a ghost.Therapy by QueenWolf12
CHRIS WOODYARD, Invisible Ink interv
"Anne, do you feel safe here?" the therapist asks. "Come on, talk to me."
I don't like him. He's white as a sheet with splotchy skin and dark rings under his eyes. He looks like the ghost of a scarecrow wearing a suit with that long body of his. Like someone took him and stretched him out like play-dough.
"Anne, is there anything wrong?"
I hug Sharebear close and bury my face into his soft fur.
Dr. Scarecrow taps his yellow nails repeatedly on the arm of his chair.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
"Come on, Anne." Daddy rubs the small of my back. "Tell Dr. Cole about the things you see."
Daddy's looking at m
Painters of the WorldWe are the painters of the worldPainters of the World by VampyKittenXoX
In our very own way
We were born with special talents
And we'll use them
To paint the world we live in
With the click of a button
We can capture the perfect moment
A sunset on the beach
Or a walk in the park
Snow fall in the city
Or a dog's affection for a child
We live to paint the world with amazing photographs
A pen & a paper
Are our precious tools
We use them to tell you stories
Or make your next favorite song
They help us write picturesque poems
Or share the latest current events
We live to paint the world with the beauty of words
We draw the world's beauty
With so many colorful tools
Like paint, crayons, ink, and pastels
They help us recreate the beauty around us
And put into portrait our everyday lives
We live to paint the world with colors of every kind
Singing and playing music
MagnoliaI want to tell you a tale, not any old tale such as a happy go lucky princess nor a gruesome foul story... A tale which will be unbelievable beyond your ears, but don't let your mind fool you, let it be your guide. To where you ask!? Well where all your dreams and thoughts live, your imagination. This tale begins where the first flower grew, the magnolia flower and from this small delicate flower rose something, something very strange and mysterious, a fairy? no, this creature has no wings, A pixie? it doesn't have the ears, well what is it? A human almost like a tiny woman, her bright blue eyes and hair like the orange sky at sun set. It was strange that her skin was as pale as the moon but when she smiled her face glittered like the sunshine. The lady lifted her right hand and stared right at her palm as if she never had a body before, she whipped her hand away in disbelief hitting the growing flowers beside her, she turned around to see what she had hit and before she knew it a smalMagnolia by PurpleCandyHugs
his visage harbors generationshe sits and writes of younger men -his visage harbors generations by SeptemberSkies2298
heads bent toward yellow pages,
ink spilling from pen-nibs like moody rivers,
gushing and dribbling in equivalence to
the draining of their lifeblood.
he ponders a phrase,
rewords, enjambs, marks through.
these boys are just like him,
they sit and stare,
would scrape the scales from moth-wings
for an ounce of inspiration.
they will grow old, perhaps
abandon their thankless profession,
staunch the mercurial flow of
fleeting thought to permanence.
but now they sit and write
of the men they will become.
they ponder a phrase,
reword, enjamb, mark through.
will you lock the gate tonight?these words like cattle,will you lock the gate tonight? by SeptemberSkies2298
you herd them each evening but
you never listen.
we lost some things along the wayYou started using,we lost some things along the way by SeptemberSkies2298
shooting me (the gleam of my eyes;
the flush of my cheeks;
the uneven beating of my heart...)
straight into your veins.
Now - strung out and reeling -
I dare you to try
quitting this love cold-turkey.
Interview with Co-Founder - Massimiliano CiulloInterview with Co-Founder - Massimiliano Ciullo by Ciullo-Corporation
If a word can describe our work it will be "indipendent".
Because that's what we are: two brothers, self-taught artists, trying to set up an Indie multimedia dev house without any budget and long-time supporters.
Though by now our contents are test-renders, mainly focused on entertainment purpouse, those who visit our site can see how our wish is to grow far beyond this stage and single category, promoting also culture and any other form of art, from music to photography. A sample of that is already set up on our site, where you'll find a section called Didactic Programs under our CG branch, a Photo Gallery under our Indie Publisher branch (with a smart catalog including poems and tales collection) and we're open to collaborate with everyone.
Please help us keep working, become supporters o
Bad Trend in Teens [More to a journal]I heard from my friend, that many of her classmates are or want to use e-Cigarette. And this is so messed up, as we are still young (middle-schooler).Bad Trend in Teens [More to a journal] by Clover0Project
First of all, what is e-Cigarette? Electric Cigarette/Electronic Nicotine Delivery Systems, a new cigarette type. Detailed here.
Also known as 'vapor' in Indonesia. It may be more healthy and environmentally friendly than normal cigarette, but the negative sides still the same.
Well, read the rest of the thing in wikipedia.
e-Cigarette is kind of expensive in Indonesia (the cheapest one as far as my cousin know is 500.000 IDR, I don't know what about the liquid, and if refill...). But well, my school is a prestigious school for those who are rich (I'm not that rich though) so it's not that surprising...
I know what is e-Cigarette since my cousin uses it too. My cousin already work, and e-Cigarette is a trend in her workplace.
So, back to main point. My friend showed the
April 2014 InterviewCharlie Vinall is an aspiring novelist from England. She has penned numerous short stories and has just begun work on her debut novel. Today we interviewed her using questions that her fans have sent in. This is the result. Enjoy!April 2014 Interview by CupofCharlie
WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
I was born on the outskirts of London, England. I come from an English family and am an English girl through and through.
DO YOU LIKE YOUR CURRENT PLACE OF RESIDENCE?
I do! I have lived in London all my life and couldn’t imagine living in any other part of the world. London, and in fact England, is a wonderful place to live in my humble opinion.
WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO START WRITING?
I think a main inspiration to me was definitely my parents. They encouraged me to read from a very young age. I would spend almost all of my time as a young child reading. Every weekend my parents would take me to my local library where I would take out several books and read them all for the following week. I loved readi
The Legendary Irish PeisteIn the sixties, Captain Lionel Leslie tried to lure the monsters of Connemara in county Galway to appear on the surface. He undertook his first experiment in October 1965 in Lough Fadda. Leslie obtained the approval to spring in the lake with dynamite. It was his aim to scare the monster with the shock. 10 seconds after the detonation of 2 kilogram explosives, he saw that a black something appeared. Unfortunately the lake was so troubled by the explosion that it was difficult to recognize details. But what he saw was enough to convince the people of the existence of a monster in the lake.The Legendary Irish Peiste by Malintra-Shadowmoon
In October 1967, Leslie planned to fish out Lough Fadda with a net. His efforts stayed without any success. But in 1968, the Captain planned with a team to search Lough Nahooin bei Claddaghduff (Galway) with the help of a net. It was a little lake, only 90 meters wide and 75 meters broad. They were convinced to find the monster because five months ago, a farmer who lived nearby Stephen Coyne
46 - FestivalBlue Jay didn’t know how to react when she first saw the Loremaster. She honestly didn’t know why he was here. She was on her way back from the Inn when she saw him. Yulgar had told her to take the day off so she did.46 - Festival by VerySecretAccount
“Hello? Who are you?” She just stared at him, confused. She was only 15 years old, focused only on trying to find a cure for her mother.
“Blue Jay,” She replied simply.
The Loremaster had decided to leave the safety of the Guardian Tower in Paxia because of a prophecy his oracle had said only a week before. He was told that the Chosen One would soon make an appearance in the world of Lore. It was easy to say that he was ecstatic. He immediately left, sending a quick word to all of the corresponding Guardian Towers around Lore.
That’s where Blue Jay came into his little ‘fiasco’.
He was travelling with Sage Uldor who resided in Battleon. A few guards were following him because they believed that their leader would alway
Pretty Golden GirlThere once was a girl who was prettier than me.Pretty Golden Girl by GeorgiaKitty
Her hair shone like gold in the sunlight,
And her face was delicate and pure.
Whenever she was smiled,
They all sighed,
For she was their pretty golden girl.
Now, wherever she went,
They all swooned,
Unknown to just how under her spell they were.
It was said that when she laughed
The birds would sing,
And the world was a much happier place
When their pretty golden girl was pleased.
But I was never pleased, nor happy, nor joyful
To see the girl around the town.
For whenever she appeared,
Her magic made me vanish in the face of my peers.
So I took it upon myself,
To rid the world of her and make it more fair.
With knife in hand, and blood stained clothes,
Wounded body, and a face that was pretty no more.
Their pretty golden girl dead.
She had outshined me for far too long.
Orenmir: Chapter 1Orenmir: Chapter 1 by thwackcrackers
Grayson hurriedly squeezed through the narrow throng of gleeful townsfolk flooding their way out of the Archbell District. The involved labyrinth of streets slanted smoothly westward, tearing through a clustered thoroughfare of businesses and taverns, and feeding directly into the city's Port District. An assembly of banner-strewn naval ships proudly gathered in the harbor, returning home after a victorious and sanguinary crusade against the united city-states of Foloras across the Dark Expanse far to the west.
The unceasing quarrel which bloodied the waters of the Dark Expanse for five onerous years was hailed victorious and was ultimately brought to a hard-fought resolution. Even now, across the glistening ocean, the Folorasians mourned over their casualties and doused themselves in the reeking failure of pitting their laughably piteous navy with the mighty ships of the City of Oaths. With a dexterous slink, Grayson dissolved himself away from the roaring crowd, nestling attent
La Lama Nera. Ecate ed Erebo (Excerpt 1)La Lama Nera. Ecate ed Erebo (Excerpt 1) by Ciullo-Corporation
–Ti ho detto che sto bene...–
Dice lei, nonostante la sua espressione la tradisse apertamente.
–Ti stai prendendo in giro da sola, lo sai?–
Risponde invece lui, più preoccupato che davvero arrabbiato... anche se il suo tono suggeriva il contrario.
–Che ne puoi sapere tu, eh?–
Rintuzza l’altra, guardandolo in faccia con l’aria di chi vuole a tutti i costi negare l’ovvio.
–Chi credi di essere per dirmi cosa fare?!–
–Non ti sto dicendo cosa fare, Ecate, ti sto pregando di guardarti un po’ in giro...–
Ribatte l’altro, piuttosto seccato dalla sua ostinazione.
–Tu proprio non capisci...–
Ecate scuote il capo, alzando poi gli occhi verso l’alto.
–Allora perché non me lo spieghi tu, visto che da solo non c’arrivo.–
Insiste lui sarcasticamente.
–Non è così semplice, Erebo.–
The Bookcase Brought You To Your KneesI see your bookcase has brought you to your kneesThe Bookcase Brought You To Your Knees by Rifle1980
Because there was too much beauty on its shelves
The dust settled on the sleeves is the book's disease
Trying to hide the story it has to tell
It has grown thicker with every passing year
Shipwrecked words are now beginning to sink
Beneath a sea of silt silent suffering
Now you finally catch a glimpse of the link
Just because the book has remained unused
It does not mean its beauty will diminish
Just because you’ve been hiding in the shadow
It does not mean that your story has finished
You will crawl from the shadows to your feet
Like you’re slowly evolving to upright man
Homo erectus with a precision grip
You will grip this pen as tight as you can
And write about how you tend to overthink
And how your idle mind is still in repair
Knowing that overthinking is natural though
When the alternative is silent despair
You wonder if you can still reset your mind
To how it was when you were unread and young
Dust yourself down and cl
Her Father Is A BeastI sent my child out to school todayHer Father Is A Beast by Rifle1980
With cuts up the length of her arm
Knowing that the teachers will just say
She doesn't seem the type to self harm
I just hope today isn't the day
For physical education class
I’ll give her a note to be excused
But how long can these excuses last?
Such a happy girl, always smiling
Or so they’re lead to believe at least
Such a happy girl, always smiling
They don’t know her father is a beast
I sent my wife out to work today
With the remnants of a bloody nose
And bruises to her upper arms
That I was hoping would not show
I will buy her a long sleeved shirt
As a gift to apologise
Tell her I’ll never do it again
When we both know that is a lie
Such a happy girl, always smiling
Or so they’re lead to believe at least
Such a happy girl always smiling
They don’t know her husbands a beast
I stayed in bed at home today
Cried into my pillow of shame
The aching of my severed knuckles
The only real physical pain
But the anguish t
Photo-NegativeA weightless pause, the warmth between seconds.Photo-Negative by RussianTim
“You need to feel something other than me”, and the way you said it-
Like the gazelle asking the lion not to chase her,
and many similes much worse than that.
and many smiles more cancerous than that.
and everything I say you say I say- it’s all farm grade bullshit.
Starting here, I begin to correct myself, control myself,
before the words lose their beauty by taking on far too many meanings.
I’ve cleverly described this enough times already: ants besieging a gone sparrow,
the death rattle of an air-conditioner as the summer heat takes it,
three boys swimming in a pond and only one survives their childhood.
I’ve described this enough times to know that I’ve exhausted it of figurative substance.
All that’s left is the picked clean husk of what it has always been; bitterness.
Sometimes, less words are needed to define.
One Piece Remapped!- Episode 1One Piece Remapped!- Episode 1 by huntergregory
Jump Into The Waterfall! Retrieve the 5 Keys!
The World Goverment Flag was reduced to a mere black smoldering cloth as the Straw Hat Pirates stood at the edge of the courthouse, awaiting the drawbridge below them to lower so they could finally break into the Tower of Law on Enies Lobby. The remaining group of Cipher Pol 9 stared down at them from the tower, unflinched by the sight of them declaring war on what they considered the entire world. Spandam, their chief, instead stood wide-eyed and mouth agape. Nico Robin's tears were almost dried up after her realization that the people staring CP9 in the face were the friends she had been searching for her whole life.
Behind all of that, in the courtyard in front of the courthouse, the giants Oimo and Kashi kept the Marines and the members of other Cipher Pol divisions at bay. In the left tower of the courthouse, the Galley-La foreman Peeply Lulu and a remaining third of the Franky Family led by the younger Square Sis
Phineas and Ferb: Robot Teenager in Therapy. "Doctor Metro, your 1:00 is here and ready for you." Said a feminine voice over an intercom to the aging psychiatrist. "Very well, show her in." He said, several seconds latter a young lady entered the office, she wore a sleeveless turtle-neck sweater with a computer chip wiring pattern on the front left side, a green skirt, some manner of blue band running across her midriff that could be either an undershirt or a belt of somekind, and seemed to wear knee high socks with blue shoes. "Thank you for seeing me doctor, I really could use someone to talk to." She said solemnly as she lay down on the big leather coach. "I can imagine, so... your a robot Beatrice." Said the psychiatrist to her. "Really? What gave it away?" Beatrice said sarcastically. "Well, you do have visible joints on your arms." Dr. Metro pointed out. "And I've got blue hair." Beatrice added. "That to, so anyway tell me a little bit about yourself." Dr. Metro said. "Were to start though? My parents are PhinePhineas and Ferb: Robot Teenager in Therapy. by DarthSithari
Linkara's Weird misadventure through time. “You do know people are going to write fanfics about this, right?” Said Linkara as he patted Jaeris on the back. “I don't care. I'm not gonna be around to read 'em!” Jaeris said, the suddenly Lord Vyce came out of nowhere. “ALL THAT I SEE! I CONQUER!” He bellowed as he pulled out a shotgun and began randomly shooting at the comic reviewer.Linkara's Weird misadventure through time. by DarthSithari
“What the?! Nimue beam me up to Comicron-1!” Linkara said into his communicator. “Information: unknown temporal anomaly detected, possibility of interfering with telaporter 99.47-”
“Nimue I’m being shot at by a universe conquering lunatic with a shotgun! Just beam me up!” Linkara said, and then he was teleported. But not to the bridge of Comicron-1 like he thought, he found himself instead in what looked like a futuristic high rise apartment. “Uh… Nimue, this isn’t Comicron-1.” Linkara said, he then noticed a strange sight…
Eden Solaris: Roomates Part 2 One week later, Rahool and Elizabeth were looking through a website on the Alphanet to find Elizabeth a job. “Well, this looks promising. There’s an opening at a factory in Juresis, it’s about a two hour commute via grav-train but it pays well and has great benefits.” Rahool said. “Oh sure, just because I’m a robot that means I should have to work in industry.” Elizabeth said proudly. “Okay, not factory work. Here’s an opening for a farmhand, it’s mainly work with Vaalation livestock and vegetation. It’s in the planets north pole, so that’s even further away than the factory job-”Eden Solaris: Roomates Part 2 by DarthSithari
“I don’t want to work with filthy fish creatures!” Elizabeth shot back. “Alright, no farm work.” Rahool said as could only help but sigh as he continued looking for jobs for the robot, frustrated with the surprisingly stubborn android. “So, how’s the job search BRAUGHTWURST IS
Dear ArianaDear Ariana,Dear Ariana by thwackcrackers
I write to you to inform you that I am alive and well. My heart crumbles knowing how far away you are and even as I write this my tears stain the paper. Sometimes I feel like I can smell your perfume over the winds, and that puts my worry to rest. This war has brought with it much heartache and dilemma on both the moral and strategic ground and I fear I don't have much time. The dragons have broken through the barricades and are vastly approaching Shao Caelora.
But Ariana, pray, have no fear. We have fallen back to The Peak. The eagles believe that if we fortify our position enough we can make our final stand here. Doubt clouds my mind. The dragons outnumber us substantially and the army grows weary. My love, I need you to heed my warning. Shao Caelora is no longer safe, regardless of what the officers say. I want you to get the girls, go to Bayport Landing, and take ship to Gavania.
The dragons will not p
Look what We did It came through the radio waves, sending the world’s technology into a frenzy. The city was suddenly drowned in the sound of the rings and dings of what seemed like thousands of cell phones chiming in discord with the reception of a single inexplicable message. The sound was unbearable; not only was there the physical pain of cochlear penetration by the sharp vibrations, but the common soul of society was also pierced. They had not seen the inevitable damage of the technological revolution, and now it was coming at them like a tsunami that had originated in the dark depths of the ocean. It could have been spotted earlier, tracked until it hit land, but it had slipped under the radar, a silent killer slicing through the sea of troubles. The citizens charged away from the turmoil as fast as their human legs could take them, hands pressed desperately against shell-like ears, but it was too late.Look what We did by BEK1995
There was nothing they could do to stop the le
Life's Wing Chapter 8Life's Wing Chapter 8 by Renn-Ravengirl
A young lithe woman spun, her long red coat twirling with her. The woman smiled and
bent down to kiss her daughter's forehead, brown hair curtaining her rosy face. "Cheer up
Wren." A tall man with messy black hair stood behind the young child. "We'll only be gone
a few days. I'll bring you a souvenir after our meeting." The child pouted and looked
"Tell Uncle John goodbye for us sweetie. We'll miss you both very much."
The young woman picked up her suitcase, the husband grabbing boxes containing binders and
loose paper. "Uncle snores, mummy." The young girl ran over to her parents and hugged
them tightly. The young woman's laugh chimed like a bell.
"We'll be off now Wren. Love you dear, Goodbye." The young man picked Wren up and twirled
her around before setting her gently on her feet. Wren watched as her parents stepped out
the door. Snow swirled around them, dancing and spinning until it engulfed everything in
pure white. A clear gleaming white canvas
Life's Wing Chapter 7Life's Wing Chapter 7 by Renn-Ravengirl
The small living room was filled with silence as I stared dumbfounded at the boy who was
slumped over on my couch. "Naomi?" I said cautiously. My friend stood behind the sofa,
clutching the small, red table lamp. "Y-Yeah Wren?" She stuttered. Naomi's face had gone
pale. "Any reason you just gave this boy another concussion?" I said dryly. "Well what
were you planning to do!" She said defensively. " I certainly wasn't planning on crushing
his skull!" I replied accusingly. Turning back toward the first-aid kit I
continued, "Lets just bind up his arm and decide on what we're going to do next." Naomi
nodded but did not release the lamp. I shrugged my shoulders and started to gently cover
the boy's wound with Neosporin after cleaning away the blood.While Naomi wasn't looking I
also undid the wire bounds keeping his wrists together. I had just finished wrapping
gauze around the boy's arm when Naomi and I heard the slam of a car door.
I looked up sharply and Naomi raced t
Life's Wing Chapter 6Life's Wing Chapter 6 by Renn-Ravengirl
It was late afternoon and a slight breeze blew gently through the trees. Clouds
of dust hovered above the dirt road as cars slowly drove past the small houses. Time
seemed to come to a stand-still as I continued to stare at the fallen boy who now lay
among various tools in the shed. The boy, now noticing my presence, shifted in alarm
and caused more tools to fall, along with a thick wooden plank. The plank smacked against
the boy's head with a loud thud, knocking him unconscious. He then slumped over in the
fallen pile of tools. My eyes widened in surprise and I stood there awkwardly, unsure of
what to do next.
"Well that was kind of an AFV moment, despite the circumstances." I said as
I walked warily toward the boy and carefully grabbed his left arm. I then slowly but
surely dragged him from the shed and laid him on the grass. He had messy,
black hair and sharp facial features. He was probably a good hand's breadth taller than I
and was dressed in jeans and a black T-sh
AONC 1 - Chapter OneChapter One:AONC 1 - Chapter One by QuillandShield
Aleta Green-Cove slammed her back painfully to a cold stone wall. She panted quietly, her right hand slipping something the size of her palm into her trouser pocket. As she caught her breath, options careered through her mind. The way out of this cave system was only a few turns ahead but if she made a dash for it now, she would be seen.
A shuddering, echoing roar burst through the gaping dark tunnel entrance in the wall beside her. The tunnels here were enormous and stretched for miles. But they would have to, Aleta thought grimly, to be the home of such a gigantic beast.
"At least there's only one," she breathed softly. "More than one would be much, much worse."
Suddenly a screeching scream rushed through the tunnel. Aleta covered her ears with her hands, doubling over in an effort not to faint. She gasped as the screech stopped and she could move again. This was bad! It was getting closer.
She stared at the tu
SaltI sat in dark on the evenings passedSalt by Sparks-Fly-Upward
and I watched as the torrents of rain fell
to the the over-quenched ground.
No longer was it parched or yearning
for the liquid that gives life just as easily
as it takes it away.
Those drops now bounced off the breached banks
of the rivers that once held its kindred in check.
To those banks did I gaze when my heart
had been torn from my sleeve
and my chevrons tarnished by my failure
As those banks traveled farther and farther
from their source,
they grew closer to where I sat
and so too did the lessons that
drifted down river on those murky currents.
From a raindrop to a teardrop,
To a waterfall and a flood.
Each drop had the potential
to break the dam
and set the captive water free.
For each droplet, ripples appeared
whose waves traveled distances unmeasurable
from the river to its banks and to the heart.
It was a natural disaster unforseen
by the one who claims to see rain coming
from miles away.
A celestial juxtap
A Chapel with Chaotic SoundsThe arm lowers and the scratching harmonizationA Chapel with Chaotic Sounds by Sparks-Fly-Upward
of your father's record begins to fill our
sistine catherdal in the woodlands of
Still is the air as it floats us by,
becoming juxtaposed with
Paul Simon's reassuring words
that the Boxer's fight
is not yet complete.
We could lay there forever,
you and I,
in the cool praire of sweet grass and sage,
like pilgrim's palms in prayer.
But how icey does the winter arrive
to smother the ceder and tobacco plants
and the kindred spirits there in.
A moment for an eternity would
only cheat Fate his fair wages
as we lay so comfortably in
the arms of our short-time's keeper.
So intimatly we spoke there
for only the racoons and morning glories
and before long, the voices from the 78 vinyl
that had filled the silence in the basilica had begun
to crack and warp.
Words like Spanish rain off the parapets,
we sang forth our feelings into broken meter
and slashed tempo as the clouds
began to take the j
15 Said"I'm just waiting," 15 said, his mat of wood grain hair15 Said by Sparks-Fly-Upward
falling down in his eyes for the tenth time today.
He smiles and flips a pencil in his finger,
too oblivious of time slipping away
with every key stroke and misjudged friendship
and too aimless to judge the path
growing rocky beneath him.
"How can I smile this much
and be so miserable?" 16 questioned, laying on the floor
of a silent hotel room, world spinning with thoughts of the Nowhereland
he had made in his own head.
He knew he was no Atlas now
and that the weight of the world could not so easily be borne
with wit and wise word alone.
He had lost she who he had never had,
but it didn't stop the tears
night upon night
that no god could ever dry.
"Your time will come" 17 doted again and again,
wondering why it had never seemed so clear before.
It was all golden silence now and waiting for destiny
to drop in like a Big Blue Box from outer space.
He was always running out of time; too obsessed with the future
to laugh and play in t
Unfair - Chpt 28It looked the same as when she left, that metallic spider poised to strike on the summit of the hill, tucked away by the overgrown bushes. The thriving town at the foot of this hill hummed under the inky blue sky.Unfair - Chpt 28 by VerySecretAccount
Regina stood silently, panic thrumming in her veins. The wind was harsher up here, snagging strands of her dark hair from the messy bobble she pulled it into. She hadn’t got a drop-off; else people would be able to find her again. She had just taken enough cash to get her over here.
That coach trip better had been worth it, she swore the person next to never tired out. They just kept talking and talking and talking...
Regina pulled her jacket tighter, a loose fabric one that was comfier than all that leather she wore. She started up the path, a jagged patch of flattened vegetation that gave her appropriate floor-space.
“They are so going to kill me. If Dex and that find out I’ve come back, on my own no less!” Regina breathed sharply, her breath fogging
ThoughtsYour touch is so soft and sweet and like an angel's skin it pulls me in.Thoughts by blind-runaway
Laying there, my body against your chest, as I listen to your heart beat; God, I feel so blessed.
Dear Lord, you put on this earth a boy that no one can afford, I never knew it could get so good, that someone this great could ever be real, but that's the way I feel.
He puts me up with you, up in that place where he fixed my heart that I thought was beyond repair.
Hold me tight and never let me depart for I gave you my whole heart; and when I'm in your arms it sets me free, when you pull me closer, and in so deep.
For the times you run your fingers through my hair, you say I'm your little angel flying in the sky, little do you know I want to be with you until the day I die.
After all, love isn't a plan. It doesn't have a beginning and certainly has no end; love happens and it is incredibly messy.
People around me can't understand the things I do or say; fighting so hard for something that could cause so much pain.
Basilisk VoicesDo you still hear those voicesBasilisk Voices by Sparks-Fly-Upward
that utter their unearthly language when
the light has gone from your world;
that take on a serpentine form
to slither about the room and
sully all things that glisten with
their undying sense of vainglory;
They ensnare you and entangle you
with their words that tear you
from any sense of solace.
They overload the senses and parlyze
the mind so that not a single gay thought
is given a chance to take root
Instead those thoughts are swallowed
whole by the basilisk voices that choke
and snarl as they wolf down the last
remaining severances of a liberated mind.
Morphing in and out of solid existance,
the serpants in silver and celadon begin to darken,
to turn almost invisable while they hold fast
their insidious fangs to your jugular.
Those foul spawns of the conscience are
now shadowy warriors that roar with insults and
stab your every orifice with their time-rusted blades
until you can no longer stand
in the ruby sea
Into the Darkness chapter 10Chapter 10- the Journey BeginsInto the Darkness chapter 10 by Dragongirl651
Three hours West of Skandor, the forest looked even more menacing. The grey trees were taller and thicker, the vines grew thorns and barbs, some of which looked poisonous, and the rivers and streams became rarer and rarer as they advanced. In addition, the forest was filled with SOUND. The chirping and chattering of birds and insects, the wind rustling through the dark leaves, the creaking of branches, and the occasional howl or roar of a distant beast.
Ruan guided the small group through the forest, followed closely by Taryn, who was holding a map and occasionally pointing things out. Ammil was next, followed by Maldor, who seemed ready for a fight at any given moment. Lienne brought up the rear, scanning the forest for signs of movement. At first, the five of them had talked about trivial things- the weather, the changes in their surroundings, the strange trees and animals they encountered. But it wasn't long before t
Into the Darkness chapter 9Chapter 9- Capital noticeInto the Darkness chapter 9 by Dragongirl651
City hall and the area around it were buzzing with activity. There were Hunters all around- talking to each other, showing off their weapons, eating, buying from the stands that had sprung up overnight... The place was the busiest that Lienne had ever seen it.
Taryn had refused to tell her why it was so important they go. Ever since the disaster that had happened with Ashpelt, neither of them had been particularly excited about Hunting, not even Lienne. So when Taryn woke her and told her in an excited voice that it was important that they go to city hall, Lienne was naturally curious about what had broken his depression.
The focus of the attention seemed to be a notice almost as large as the notice board itself. The paper it was printed on was tinged a light blue, as opposed to the usual whites and yellows that appeared. The crowd gathered around it made it impossible for her to get close enough and see wh
1940There was still enough light from1940 by Sparks-Fly-Upward
the raging fires outside to bless the alter where I waited
with our rings,
lilies-of-the-valley still braided into my hair.
The priest rests in his Lord's embrace,
garbed in crimson threads at the cathedral's gateway,
Nazi bullets in his body and in his Bible.
Our wedding banners are piles of chared ash
blessed by the coming lightning war.
The holy water has dried up, but my tears
still have not.
You said you'd come back, that you'd be mine,
to have and to hold
'til the bitter flames of death should tear us
But never did I get to hold you again,
to waltz with you in our first night of matrimony,
to watch the sun rise over the Meuse when
the rays came to bless our first
day as a single, perfect soul.
I'll stay here at the alter of St. Lawrence,
praying for you to come back
and leave your weapon at the door.
Though the ceiling may crumble and
the pipe organ collapse with a mighty
roar, they cannot hurt me now.
They cannot touch us ever again
Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 14“What do you mean you’re an alien?” Ace asked his sister, his eyes wide with disbelief. Damien had adapted to the situation a lot quicker than Alexis would’ve thought. Then again, he did once room with Robin so she shouldn’t have been that surprised.Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 14 by VerySecretAccount
A flare of jealousy enveloped her as she thought of Robin and Damien living with each other. She flushed and shook her head.
“I mean, Sammy, from before, told me all this shit about how I’m from a different galaxy thing and Robin is somehow connected to this. She told me that something was going to happen to us.” Alexis condensed it for all three of them; even she had some trouble understanding it.
“She did say that some people were going to try and come to ‘collect’ me.” She decided to refrain from going into any more detail due to the way the topic was heading, the last thing she wanted was Ace going ape shit in front of Damien.
Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 13“Why do you think I honestly need someone with me while I do this?” Robin sighed, rolling her eyes. In one hand was a jagged knife and the other held her hair high in a bobble. Nero stared at her with concern whilst Kai chuckled somewhere in the background.Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 13 by VerySecretAccount
“Don't girls get emotional about this type of stuff?” He asked, confused for once. He had offered to take over but Robin wouldn’t let him. She was too worried about him getting all emotional about it.
“Most girls yes but I have the time so I can grow it all back again.” She replied, pointing towards the door of her former apartment. She came back to do this and explain to Damien why she will be leaving.
“But still, isn’t it a primary code in your brains to get emotional about hair?” Nero cried, trying to get her to see the point he was trying to make.
“You’re just dragging this on Nero, just let me cut and you can cry over it later.” With a ragged movement
Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 12“What do I have to do first mother?” Robin asked her mother.Nothing Lasts Forever Chpt 12 by VerySecretAccount
“First, you have to get people on your side. You need to get people you can trust and rely on. Only bring up three people at the maximum. Too many people will attract unwanted attention from your enemies, even your best friend.” Her mother complied.
Robin sighed unhappily, knowing what was going to come next. She was going to have to signal Him. Fucks sake this was going bad. She knew that she could trust Him but he could just take things too bloody well far.
Despite the upcoming events, she still kept her identity carefully concealed beneath the fašade that she had acquired over the many years of her existence. Robin knew that she wouldn’t be exhausted by the prospect of keeping up the mirage but it could help her if she let it go once in a while.
She was walking along the snowy paths when she finally noticed something. A crackling TV was spitting out the news in the pub to her left.
New BeginningsNew year, new me. Megan scoffed at the clichéd thought. People don't change; this was her view on the matter. Her mother was always going to be the conceited and snooty woman that Megan regarded her as. And her father, well, he was always going to be loud and obnoxious no amount of "New year, new me" was going to ever change that. Megan sighed and then shivered as a gust of wind swathed her. She cursed herself for not grabbing her coat on her hurry outside to the balcony. Deciding against returning inside her parents might want her to make small talk at the party they were hosting Megan tipped her head back and looked at the stars. The night was clear and stars shone like tiny gems embedded in the dark purple sky, each a beacon of hope in this forlorn world of hers. She smiled to herself, content for the moment. She knew as soon as she returned inside that that would change. Her parents were throwing a New Year's party for all their friends, and Megan had alwaNew Beginnings by GeorgiaKitty
I Laugh in the Face of DeathI Laugh in the Face of Death by CheryMiste
O Death, you bore me so,
For I am not afraid of you.
Your twisted plans
And sly actions,
I have all but seen before.
You think your ghouls
And witches with skinny black cats,
And your goblins and ghosts
And vampire bats
Will frighten me away,
But you are quite wrong Mr. Death.
I desire to hug you.
It won't do any harm.
I thought I would never see the day.
Or is this just another one of your devious plans,
So you can come unexpectedly
And snatch my life away?
Not a flicker of fear,
For I will be ready,
When The Night is near.
ghosthe stood at the doorghost by RestlessSands
letting the apple-pear of a sun
turn dark behind him
as he waited,
and she let him in
apologizing for the dank
wailing smell and how all her
sorrows left saw-marks
where she stood,
the color of a cotton dress laid over a windowsill in winter,
i am not perfect, i am
not perfect, i am not,
thick with silt
and let him pass
into the room
sounding of birds netted and thrashing in willows,
how could've he ever thought her young
the weakest ground in her was thin and shy as frost,
laced with toe-prints that never quite healed,
walls of shifting, yellow-milk stitches, and a litany
of little white bones in a corner
dull muffled shouts
punching at the air with powdered lips
when he looked,
looked and looked,
right through her,
her knuckles s
Necesidad - NeedLa oscuridad de la noche cubría con complicidad el crimen. El silencio reinaba hegemónicamente, mientras el hombre caminaba a través del frío bosque. Sus manos, rojas por el gélido viento, se sentían ansiosas... expectantes. En su cara, adornada en su contorno por cortos pero abundantes vellos, no se percibía emoción alguna pero, al llegar a un pequeño claro una sonrisa apareció. Allí seguía ella, obedientemente. Sacó de su maleta una segueta. Mientras cortaba, no puedo evitar el llanto. "Su muerte me trae placeres y tristezas. Los gritos, la sangre, el calor del cuerpo y, finalmente, el silencio, son una sinfonía de sensaciones que me invaden completamente. Pero, así como el placer invade mi cuerpo hermosamente también, al irse, deja tristeza, dolor y nostalgia obligandome a hacer, nuevamente, tratos con la muerte."Necesidad - Need by SuCiCru
The darkness of the night covered with complicity the crime. The silence ruled hegemonicly,
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