It was a swamp. A damned swamp. Erza wasn't sure what she hated most about about this swamp. Perhaps it was the heat. Perhaps it was the scummy water she wad to walk through, up to her knees. Perhaps it was the humidity. Suddenly an insect flew up her nose. "Ka-CHOO!!!!" Wildly she batted at more of the bugs. They were flying around her face, buzzing, seemingly trying to get into her nose. No, it was definitely the bugs. They were everywhere, hundreds, thousands of them, all seemingly attracted to her, Erza. A shushing sound drew her attention. Erza saw her friend and mentor, Ylarr, looking at her, a stern look on her face. "To warn wanting ye our enemies here we are, aye, lass?" Ylarr shook her silver tressed head. "A bad thing be that, oh aye." "But Ylarr, it flew up my nose!" Erza protested. Yarr nodded. "Do that bugs sometimes, aye, lass. Of them full this swamp be, oh aye." Erza looked around, noting the others in the group. Slyesti, black haired, slender, an
R. A. Weldings - New Life, Old Longings, New Leads by Mr7twenty1, literature
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R. A. Weldings - New Life, Old Longings, New Leads
R. A. Weldings | An Arkonia Tale - Act 5 Out of hardship, new life is meant to emerge like a Phoenix rising from the ashes of its flame. It certainly seemed that I managed to, with the help of the Weldings of course! So, here is a chapter of my life that I am… extra-fond of. This is when I began forging a name for myself, started pushing myself to my utmost limits, and really began to learn so much more… Naturally, dark things still lingered in my mind, but I’m quite happy to say that the happier times lingered more here... Cries of horror erupted into the cold air, fire flickered all around… and Their chant… That macabre chant an echo in his being. The dusk was stained by the gruesome views that flooded the streets that night… “N-no… Not again… No… NO!” Ryan was jarred awake, nearly flying out of his bed as he sat bolt upright. He desperately sucked air into his heaving lungs as a cold sweat shivered down his shuddering back. He was fifteen now, and had been enjoying the last
The Old House on the Hill by PrinceOfFire, literature
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The Old House on the Hill
Three boys dared each other to go into an old house That sat at the top of the hill just outside of town. The house was old and was falling apart. It seemed to have been abandoned for years. No one could remember who owned the place Nor who even had lived in it, whenever that was. The three boys entered the house at sunset, As they wanted to see who could stay in that place the longest And wanted to make the setting as spooky as possible. They had all packed some snacks and a flashlight with fresh batteries As each of them had planned on staying a while. They gazed about the location. It looked like a house out of an old Hollywood movie, Except much more run down and exposed to the elements. The elegant old-style furniture was rotting away And a musty smell filled the air. Vases and sculptures sitting on tables and pedestals Were all collecting dust and cobwebs. The three decided to split up and explore different rooms. One entered the living room and looked around, Another took a
Mister Sandman, he's more than he seems, has a handle on all of your dreams. His intention is mastering sleep. You'll be quiet while slumbering deep. While you're waking he's being deprived of every mind he wants to imbibe. Meanwhile, children who struggle awake and find that life is harder to take, ask for guidance while going to bed and imagine him inside their head. When they wake up they struggle instead to remember whatever he said. It won't matter, his purpose is clear; he'll inculcate the children so dear. When he needs them to wake and deploy, he'll activate a girl and a boy. Then, they'll march out, call others to arms, and scare the world with nightmarish charms.
Note to the reader: Heartbreaker takes place over the span of 125 years. The protagonists are 5 years old at the beginning. Dance class occurs 5 years later. Spring festival when they are 16. The picnic and orc/goblin attack when they are in their 30s. The final, large section occurs when they are 130 years old. Young, for an elf. It was just a bush. A small bush, really, about 4 feet tall and 3 feet wide. Its' leaves were broad and dark green, better to catch sunlight. It had canes, not a central stem, with branches going in all directions. There were no thorns or sharp things on the bush, for this was a friendly bush, a hospitable bush. This one grew lush berries, very sweet to eat, and of good size for such. It required only sunlight and water, both in plenty, to grow and provide the berries. The berries were green in color, deepening to a dark red when ripe, and ready for picking and eating. Bushes of this type were common in elven lands, and quite popular, for they
The Good Ship Friendship by JohnnyCurcio, literature
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The Good Ship Friendship
I cut water standing atop my Friendship's head. With droplets running down into the oceans red, reflections of the sun, mark the tides a crimson and beautify the waves. Waters are made winsome. Sometimes I drown under my overwhelming life. I walk over rigged lines on the edge of a knife. Just as I go under the riptide I deplored, there you are above me and pull me back aboard.
In a loving embrace she plans on keeping me warm, she's got a magical countenance atop of her form, inside of her mind it proves so powerful strong that I can't do justice lest I'm singing a song. There's a sense of urgency that's guiding my pen to say all the pretty poems that's up in my head again. Inside of her mind it proves so powerful strong that I can't do justice lest I'm singing a song. The love that I fell reveals with instant appeal as the melodies saturate the air that she steals. I'm out of breath and she's knocked the wind out of me one punch to the gut; she tells me she's proud of me. The butterfly flies away so vibrantly wild, she's got a charming composure and a radiant smile. Gazing upon the children living in glowing space from the starburst shining forth from her face. She's got a rogue streak, she's shocking, no time for static she's rocking out to the paradise by dashboard light with every word ingrained in her by deep dark night. No one's as powerful that I
Sigh, Thing, Sigh In this sigh, some thing so beautiful - beautiful, and this thing above, this ugly second, big and touching; so without, infinite - underneath sigh, again understood without words, thing, some touching words, some thing infinite, beautiful; some short second, sigh, thing so beautiful; thing underneath, thing above sigh again, this so beautiful; so short, this time, so this big, ugly thing - understood beautiful - in time . MaggotsX @ 06.11.2023
I never meant to hurt you... by Penci1Heart, literature
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I never meant to hurt you...
Where does a heart go in times of sorrow and doubt? Is it lost among the stars searching for a way out? Is it on a shore, all washed up and burnt out? Do you find it in the wishing fountain, where it once had hope? When that heart then returns, has it truly healed yet? By the time my heart is found, it would seem all too late, For the scars and scrapes are struck immensely deep. There is no stitching back the halves torn apart, For the distance between us is far too far for even fate. May you find some place which to mend your broken parts. All your pain and agony, simply because I was with Fear. Holding me back, keeping me from all that is new, all that is you... Now, in my own storming waves of despair, I'm drowning. Still holding on too tight, to a heart that's grown heavy overnight... In the loud silence I lay... hoping... waiting... Is there something I must say? Am I simply awaiting your words? Still wanting another way to tell you I'm sorry... Sorry for the pain, for the cuts and the bruises... I never meant to hurt you...
I was looking at him, my heart aching, my soul braking, barely holding back the tears from stepping to my eyes. It took almost every drop of my courage and strength to overcome a lump in the throat. -Hey… - my voice was trembling. He was still sleepy, confused why this morning started earlier, confused what got in to me. The morning started as always - the alarm which always painfully told me that we have to separate soon and the awaiting rollercoaster of emotions until I can see him again. The sweet warm hands covered me in a warm hug, soft lips touching my forehead -Morning. – A simple word, my favorite sound – his low, sleepy voice. I could wake up to it every day if it was up to me. I wrapped around him, like each and every time, with the thought that this might be the last time, except, this time it could really be truth. -Morning. – I whispered and pressed my face in his firm but warm and soft chest, hiding my face which could give away that something wasn’t right. I felt his
Patterns of a Misanthrope by motstraums, literature
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Patterns of a Misanthrope
I have a heart I have a soul - I am death I am cold. I had a mind I had a need- I was lust I was greed. I have love I have thoughts - I am nill I am naught. I had a life I had a hope - I was the fall I was the rope. I have a belief I have a vision - I am void I am lost ambition. I had senses I had dreams - I was fog I was screams. I have good I have a right - I am black I am night. I had a want I had a desire - I was bad I was a liar. I have faith I have God - I am rotten I am fraud. I had a life I had a hope - I could not cope I was the misanthrope
The bed awaited each morning with joy, For we let spring spill on the sheets— Just a tad whenever we woke up. Ours weren't playdates of note, Rather daffodils unencumbered with The expectations of prickless beauty. As the cradle looked in approval, Our happy chuckles gave it purpose, Then we bloomed, unbothered and true. We appear quiet in the vastness without— but our content faces speak volumes. For the bed, the covers, and the air around shelter all core memories in this room of ours.
Previously: Chapter 9 the one who was born with everything vs the one who was born with nothing Enshin's forehead glistened with a brief sheen of sweat as his instincts warned him of the danger this man posed. However, he quickly dismissed those thoughts after assessing his situation. It seemed that Zearon lacked any chi energy, which explained why Enshin couldn't sense him. Instead, Zearon relied on chi-based weapons to match Enshin's abilities. That was a clever trick you pulled earlier, but it won't be enough to defeat me," Enshin declared arrogantly. "Is that so? I hope your fighting skills are as impressive as your confidence," Zearon retorted, pointing his sword directly at Enshin. "Defeating a weakling like you, someone devoid of chi energy, should be a simple task," Enshin sneered, enveloping both his arms in fiery blades. With both of Enshin arms costed with fire blades, he swung them at his opponent with great fury, Zearon effortlessly dodged, weaved, and finally
Abomination Ch 43: The Savage Hyena PtI by jecoil, literature
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Abomination Ch 43: The Savage Hyena PtI
Rockport “Land, HO!” Those two words from the lookout, both familiar and welcome by seafarers the world over, immediately set the crew of the War Bringer into a frenzy of motion. Lucidia walked out onto the deck, with Heyou trotting along behind her. She was eager to catch a view of the notorious pirate haven of Rockport. The city had a dark reputation amongst the peoples of Pangea. As might be expected from a city that was founded by thieves, brigands, and outlaws, it was a lawless place. Grand Knight Duncan Blightslayer once told her that ‘No self-respecting paladin would ever set foot in that evil cesspool of a city.’ Which, of course, was the primary reason she wanted to do just that. Jaspic and Elspeth were already standing at the bow, Jaspic holding a spyglass to his eye. At her approach, Jaspic bowed slightly and offered the glass to Lucidia. The spyglass revealed nothing but a rather small, uninviting rocky island, surrounded by dozens of rocky islets, coral reefs, and
“All the times A gemstone chimes A kobold gets its wings!” Marzanna the Devastator woke alone in her great, gold-filled lair beneath her towering mountain in the center of her barren lands, with a hunger she did not recognize. Raising her head from the arum mass of coins, she inventoried her tremendous collection as it spilled from her massive, horned skull. The accumulation of almost a thousand years, her hoard covered the cavern’s floor, filling the smaller chambers and spilling into her personal apartment where it was deepest. It had been long since the red dragon had felt any kind of hunger at all. A grand wyrm of her power and size consumed mana from the earth itself and when she did eat, almost nothing went to waste. She needed no one and nothing - save the earth itself. Thanks to her great flames and powerful magic, nothing grew or lived for hundreds of miles around her barren mountains. No living thing had any reason to traverse those lands; all its mana fed only her, and
I wish you could come along Helping me, Find my way home With you here, I wouldn't be along Having a picnic Setting a tone You've listened to my stories Feeling and laughing I've enjoyed the look on your face Whether you're smiling or crying Oh, you are here You've decided to join my adventure Together we're unstoppable We're the top defenders I will always remember, Your voice singing to my heart You have a place there forever Remembering our time together 3/27/24
I.D.K. I don’t know, I.D.K, I decay, and I must say: as I grey, my mind slowly, surely, blows away. Every day, a due I pay, brain cells sold and do not stay. I forgot, what I’ve forgotten, Importance lost in the annals of time. Less and less, my thoughts are flowing, In these brain canals of mine. I don’t know, I decay, What did you say? Try as I may, it slips away. This mass of grey, reads: I.D.K. Pp 23-03-2024 Poem artwork
I don't want to think I don't want to dream Keep me awake My nightmares are calling me Wait, I have something to say I feel so much sorrow It's better that I don't wake up tomorrow My life is filled with horrors Hope is on the other side of the border Moreover, I'm terrible on any shoulder I've become colder My icey heart has surrounded me with boulders 3/24/24
What did you expect From one such as I Did you expect a friend Or a lover perhaps Well I am neither Get out of my sight I don't want you Not now or ever I showed you kindness Offered you compassion That means nothing Except that I care It's nothing special Of that I assure you You were hurting So I wanted to help I am not your hero I am not a crutch Stand up without me And live your own life If I see you again I'll offer my blade Not in your defense But to take your head What did you expect From one such as I If we're done here Leave this place or die
You're always late Hero You're always weak Hero You're always scared Hero What do you fear What do you want If you don't decide You will lose everything I'm always there Hero I'm always strong Hero I'm always fearless Hero I'll be your villain Take it all away Then we shall see What a hero is worth
wiggling, earthy, and forgetful doubts did disappointing rain bring you to the surface? when the sun shone just yesterday how did you return? frozen to the ground, like you never left how do you move so freely? while being so still? will you tell me one day perchance?
My Heart on the Docket by WhiteRoseWhispers, literature
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My Heart on the Docket
Tears fell like a gavel Before the Judge I unravel Attorney uttered the pain Of his full name. The pounding continues Cross examination ensues With the man on legal record- Tell us The relationship status? Under oath shaking hands both Voice is stolen Eventually quavering come broken He is a good man, But I am currently single.
Why do we fight and avoid through text? When you know what we need is make up ... I’ll beg you on my knees real sweetly Your preferred apology We are fire and ice Backward, forward To, and fro So many more levels To unlock inside each other Still to go We are a most delicious cocktail fiery and refreshness With promises of “a growler full of dedication and endless shots of tenderness”
I don't know who I am My memories are in broken, missing pieces Nothing seems real to me Am I living or a dream I can't trust anyone I'm all alone Living on a mental island Waiting to go home 3/17/24
My tears fall, creating an endless abyss I allow my body to sink My tears are silent Coming closer to deaths kiss I reach skyward Reliving my life as I fade I smile heavily This choice isn't a mistake I've committed myself Becoming one with my ocean of sorrow I'm letting go of my troubles I won't be able to keep my promise tomorrow As my eyes close I hear the darkness calling My soul is completely soaked Forever falling, fading from the suns glow 3/15/23
“Come on, Lee; let me go.” Conner said his neck twisting has his big brother held in a headlock. Upon releasing him, he staggered into the gathering that his sibling had also coerced him into. “I want to go home.” In an obviously mocking tone, his brother—or, more accurately, stepbrother—said. Conner scratched his neck and thought, Vampires can be such dicks, but they could also be step-siblings in general. He knew very little about either. “Our parents want us to bond, so we’ll bond.” “Wherever you will enjoy yourself,” Conner retaliated sharply; he was a brownie, a housekeeping fae. He would only be completely content when he had his own place to look after and defend. He was only comfortable at home. “Vampires enjoy interacting with each other,” Lee mocked him once more. You could try finding someone who needs work for free, or you could stay at my dad's house until you are 100. Conner watched the blond, blue-eyed jerk flash his fangs at the closest female with a plunging
Why do we want what we can't have? That which is ever so close, yet so far away. Is it fair for me to ask of you what you morally can't? Only because I want you to stay? In this better, alternating reality, my dreams you're with me, from dusk to dawn, day after day. But when I wake up you're gone, the usual cliché. Instantly filled with regret, wishing I could just fall asleep again, in "our" bed. Dreaming, hoping, I guess it's just my way of coping. But you know, maybe if I tried hard enough, I could just let it all go and forget. And if that doesn't work, well, I'll just have to learn to live with this regret. Regret for this one and only missed chance at our Romeo and Juliet-like romance.
Just outside the Hotel's entrance there was a taxi dropping off a couple of elderly people and Emil caught it before anyone beat him to it. "Hotel Axeline," he told the driver. Just saying the name made memories explode inside of his overheated brain. The entire ride to Ameline's hotel, Emil told himself he was being a fool. Ameline had made it very clear that she didn't want anything to do with him. For good reason. Just because he still loved her didn't mean she had to do what he said, what he wanted. He had been so afraid to lose her. So he'd gone ahead and done what? Pushed her away? "I'm an idiot," he mumbled while gazing out the side window. "Say what?" the driver asked, a man from some Middle Eastern country with a large, grey-sprinkled moustache. "Nothing." "Thought so," the man said and turned the final corner. Emil paid and stepped off, watched the Taxi disappear in the night down a sleepy side street. He sat down on a bench for five minutes contemplating all the ways
Twenty Years Later When Pyrite put his arms around his waist and tucked his face against his neck, Dusk whispered, “Micah will murder you if you awaken the twins.” “I will kill you; forget about Papa.” Their firstborn daughter, Silver, tumbled into the kitchen. Her blond hair was as messy as she was, a matted nest between her wolf-like blonde ears. At seventeen, she was getting ready to enroll in the same university as her parents, hoping to follow in her dad’s footsteps as an adventurer. Pyrite mocked, “With your sword skills,” and returned to kissing Dusk's neck while he resisted the urge to moan in front of their daughter. Alright, enough of that. Dusk crushed his heel against Pyrite's inside foot. “Ow!” Grumbling, Pyrite withdrew. Silver laughed and took hold of the coffee cup that Dusk was holding out. “I appreciate it, Father,” Silver replied, and Dusk grinned at being called something that still seemed odd. Despite spending twenty years together and subsequently having
I'm Lost In My Head (feat. yournewfavorite) by JDT25, literature
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I'm Lost In My Head (feat. yournewfavorite)
[-JDT-] Uh huh, working on a collaboration, It’s like 11:18 pm, and I’m tired but I can’t sleep though, I’ll go first than you next… Feelings in my head, I’m lost in my head, Sometimes feeling dead, I may be dead, I took something I can’t see, thrown back to drinking, I drink, While my heart sinks I wanna know how you think, I love you baby that’s all me, You haven’t said that to me, like in what forever, Uh, yeah, actually never, ever, You never said that to me, so I got a frown on my face and it's used to me, Doctor of heartbreak, JDT, MD, Um, taking vapes with the guys, I don't vape though, I drink and don't drive, Uh I drive when I'm sober and not high, I'm a smart and dumb guy at the exact same time, That's who I am, cha-ching, no change, Best to stay out of my way, swerve, out of my lane, And into yours, or you going to sleep in a grave, Huh, what happened yesterday? (No, no, no….) Feelings in my head, I’m lost in my head, Sometimes feeling dead, I may be dead, I may… be
40 kicking when it's on me, Shoot you so bad, make ya bitch flee, Like a video game no hearts baby, With the many issues I have I'm imperfect and perfect call me crazy, That’s just how I think, um I drink when my heart sinks, She kill my heart, than fuck up my life this shit sticks, I can't get away I've tried believe me, Up, down, down, left right, enter in a cheat, She don’t make it easier to breathe, Stretch out my trust for you, Luffy, One Piece, I drink and get drunk at parties, Rockstar life and I’m still catching bodies… 40 kicking when it's on me, Shoot you so bad, make ya bitch flee, Like a video game no hearts baby, With the many issues I have I'm imperfect and perfect call me crazy, No hearts baby, down 1,2,3, running out of energy, My mental state in jeopardy, I am burning all my memories, Of you I have so I can think, I want to breathe, suffocating, it’s frustrating, illustrating, My pain I have through the songs I write, Now you know what’s on my mind… 40 kicking
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