Some of our selected featured works. Enjoy !
Some of our selected featured works. Enjoy !
Songbird SongbirdSongbird by raelyn-earfalas
Would you sing me a song?
A song of your love
And how it can still reach me
Though you're far above
Out of my reach
Out of my sight
Yet still warming hearts
As your soul takes flight
I wish I could see you
And hear your voice again
Soaring well above the crowd
Bringing healing to pain
A WordI call it DEPRESSION because I am PRESSING through DARKNESS without REST.A Word by Dipshtick92
You ASSUME which makes an ASS out of YOU and ME.
I am MISUNDERSTOOD because you MISSED what YOU could have UNDERSTOOD.
I call it TALKING because when you run your mouth you feel TALL and mighty like a KING.
I call it UNDERSTANDING because when you come down from your STAND and walk UNDER the clouds, you may ground yourself and see with clarity.
I call it NEGLECT because self-loathing and NEGATIVITY are only known by my own REFLECTION.
You think it’s all IRRELEVANCE but truly there is IRE to be found in the lack of RELEVANCE.
I call it COMMUNICATION because two COME together on MUTUAL terms.
I call it TIME because I will al
She CaredShe said she didn't careShe Cared by kiwiootori
And that she didn't love him,
But when he called her up
Crying, she caved,
And he took another
Piece of her heart away
Weathering WoodsBIG MYSTERY IN SMALL TOWNWeathering Woods by GuinevereToGwen
The town of Weathering has recently witnessed some strange events, beginning with the death of Melissa Carter, a local student of Big Bridge High School, that devastated students and teachers alike. Her body was found in the woods east of town, with multiple bruises and cuts on her arms and legs. Her throat had been slashed and her blood drained, making concerned parents wonder, is Weathering still a safe place to call home?
Not only that, but cats and dogs seem to be disappearing from households across town. Their corpses have all been found around a week after their disappearance in the same woods in which the police discovered Miss Carter’s body.
“We are still looking into this,” says police chief Allan Sanders. “Our top priority is the safety of our citizens and their children, and we will not stop until the perpetrators—
A hand slashes across the newspaper, crumpling it onto the table. The grease from my pizza seeps into the
I Am AmadeusIt started with a mix CD.I Am Amadeus by GuinevereToGwen
Taped to the back of a stall door in the second floor girl's washroom, it said "Listen to me" in Sharpie on the front, tiny music notes floating around the words. A little note tucked into the pocket added, "If you dislike this playlist, put it back for someone else to find."
Awkwardly enough, I was sitting on the toilet when I first saw it.
But I took it, of course.
I could barely contain my excitement all day, impatient to listen to the mysterious disk. Despite my unbridled enthusiasm, I couldn't quite bring myself to show it to my friends. There was something intimate about my finding it first. Out of all of the people in the school who could have stumbled upon it, I had managed to get to it. It sounds self-obsessed, but it made me feel special. Unique.
Sitting on the bus and shaking with anticipation, I wondered who the person who had left it was. Playlist Girl, I had started calling her in my head. Was she someone I knew? Was she in one of my classes? One
Skylar's StaircaseShifting silently, she started shaking. Silver streaked Skylars split strands. She scrutinized suffering spirits she sensed; sunless souls surrounding Skylar. “Stop screaming…” she solicited.Skylar's Staircase by DreamJournaling
She supposed she should scream, she should sob, she should sweat shock. “Soon…” she said soundlessly. Smoke, swimming smoothly, surrounding schoolgirls’ sorrow. She suppressed scared sadness; shadows slowly shifted, Skylar’d stopped seeing such shadows. Stabbing sensations seemed set, steady suffering. She sat, seemingly shocked speculating surviving safely.
She speculated simple survival.
Skylar’s solitary suffering should stop. She struggled silently. She should succumb…
She suddenly stood. Silent screams stuffed Skylar's skull.
“She shouldn’t stop suffering!”
“Stop sensing strength!”
“Sentiment shall sanction shadows’ silence...”
She siphoned such sentences, separatin
The Next Phase: Chpt 1 The Midnight Exchange“Come on, could you give it a rest? You’re making me jumpy.”The Next Phase: Chpt 1 The Midnight Exchange by WanderingGoose
“Sorry. It’s just that being inside for this long isn’t working for me. I gotta move.”
“What do you mean ‘this long’? We’ve only been here since sundown.”
“Ha! That’s easy for you to say. You always loved this kind of thing but it’s like a cage in here.”
“So much for all that training I suppose? Well, you won’t have to worry about it for much longer. There’s about 20 minutes until midnight.”
Agent Noah Conrad lowered his glowing wristwatch and returned his eyes to the tripod-mounted spotting scope he had trained on the hotel across the street. His partner, Agent Arthur Williams, anxiously paced across the dark and empty room they had chosen for the stakeout. Although Noah insisted he would adapt to the scents in the abandoned flat, Arthur tried to clear his nose of the dusty odor in the air.
Dreams and Dragons Chapter 0 Dreams and DragonsDreams and Dragons Chapter 0 by DungeonGIbby
YOU WAKE UP
YOU LOOK AROUND
A Simple Story (1 of 26)It's a simple enough story to start, and it starts like so many do. It starts with a storm. Some say the gods storm when there's fire in their bellies. Others say it's the gods fighting. Others say it's the way of the clouds, and gods ain't got nothing to do with it. Way I see it, clouds, gods, or just dumb luck, it was a hell of a storm, and without it, well, without it we wouldn't be sitting here.A Simple Story (1 of 26) by echo-mlb
She found herself on a boat in that storm of storms, and that's never the place to be. It wasn't a big boat, nothing more than a sail to catch, a rudder to steer, a hull to hold her, and a full balloon to keep her flying. She found herself near thrown clear of her boat, but she managed to hold on.
The storm pulled her sails away from her, picked her up and threw her across the sky, skipping her off the cloud floor like a flat stone over across a still pond. She was thrown clear of where she thought she was, and ended up someplace she couldn't pin on any map. The only reason she stopped, was
Hope for the HopelessIn the darkest of shadows,Hope for the Hopeless by LeOriginalMik
There are eyes that watch,
They shed tears in the depths of darkness,
When no one is watching.
People seem to misunderstand,
What others may feel,
Or the reasons for their actions,
Even when they seem hopeless.
Sometimes I watch from the shadows,
Waiting for a light,
That will probably never come,
Just like my brothers and sisters.
We wait for a time,
A long time,
That seems endless,
Until our shoulders sink,
And the last drop of hope shrivels.
"What will we do now?" I think,
Who are we to go to,
In this terrifying world.
Our eyes look to the heavens,
As we watch rose peddles fall from the sky,
A distant distraction forms,
In our eyes,
How the pain seems to finally stop.
and it won't,
It was simply a trance before our scared eyes.
How we wanted desperately,
For a way out of this hell.
Until that boy stood,
And put the last of effort into his fight,
The fight for our very sanity.
He spout encouraging words,
Even when his own courage wavered.
'Closure' (Harry Potter poetry, contains spoilers)Closure'Closure' (Harry Potter poetry, contains spoilers) by MajorasMasks
Ancient dust I breathe on the floor,
I'm not going to run away though,
Yet I feel scared, scared to die...
Farewell my friends, farewell dear life
The final mission, the secret unleashed:
Why did I fight? For today to perish?
A green-eyes-shaped destiny waits:
Can he kill me? I'll find out any way
So, in the forest I've dragged myself,
Only my own act of this play is left,
And soon realization assails my soul
Together with "I-open-at-the-close"
A cold golden Snitch my shaking lips meet,
"I am about to die," I say with a whiff,
And then all of them appear one by one,
Albeit just faint shadows of the ones I loved
I'll use all the courage they will inspire
To confront him whose fate matches mine
Ushered by the fast beats of my heart--
the moment has come, the showdown at last:
I won't stumble
I won't crumble
I won't cry
...because I am
the child who survived
Gift: Happy Birthday Paradise.One beautiful day Redbolt, Prowl, Amazon and Racingfang decided to give Paradise a surprise gift for her birthday. Prowl and Redbolt were making a special demonstration of how Redbolt processed with Prowl's training and both mechs do a special new combo move together. While Racingfang and Amazon made her a energon birthday cake, but Ratchet kept Paradise with him and keeping her away from the others. Ratchet smiles and hugs her while they go out to explore a bit while Racingfang calls Breakout for a lift to Paradise's home planet.Gift: Happy Birthday Paradise. by liongirl2289
A few hours has passed and Breakout come over to where Racingfang's house to pick up Racingfang, Prowl, Amazon and Redbolt and take them to Paradise's home planet to get ready for the surprise birthday party. Once they got there all four bots got out of the ship and greeted the other bots in the party from Groundquake to Jecko to Bittersweet to Redbolt's mate Solar Star while Breakout takes the ship back to earth and wait for Ratchet's comlink to take Paradis
Summer Dream - a Black x N flash fictionSummer was hot in Castelia City.Summer Dream - a Black x N flash fiction by MajorasMasks
“Maybe, this wasn’t a good idea,” Black though while trying to eat the green tea ice cream before it melted. It was delicious, and he didn’t want it to go to waste.
A faint breeze blew from the harbour area of the metropolis, but it wasn’t enough to give him the refreshment he sought.
The boy licked the ice cream again, trying not to bump into the people scurrying around the streets even under that scorching sun.
“Everyone is always so busy, here,” he noticed. After all, Castelia City was the center of business and economy of the Unova region.
“It’s hot!!!” Black yelled at the towering skyscrapers, heedless of the looks cast upon him.
His head felt light—but it wasn’t only for the high temperature. Since his Munna had left him, Black had been having too many dreams and his mind was overwhelmed with confusion, so much that he couldn’t distinguish dreams fro
BLOOD OF ASTERION: introBLOOD OF ASTERION: intro by BATTLEFAIRIES
Names are important.
There's a truth hidden in a name, and the adept can uncover this clue to the true nature of things. This was known to the young traveller, who now traded the right side of the mountain path for the left, where she thought the wind and the flying snow to be less intense. It had seemed an attractive route on the map, but the name of this Flensing Pass had been a forewarning to this night's hardship: its high altitude and north-western trajectory, straight as the blade of a knife, gave wind, snow, sleet and ice free reign. The orcs of the region believed that the Pass was where the god Bahgtru had accidentally dropped the axehead he had been forging, and the bare, steep rock-face on both sides certainly endorsed this impression, more so because this night, each crack and furrow had been clogged and glazed over by the flying ice and snow.
The young traveller knew she would not be running into any orcs tonight: her destination was already too close-by for that, and even
A Meeting With the Avower of KnowledgeA Meeting With the Avower of Knowledge by space-commander
BARBARA, female human, mid twenties, background: staff scientist, running for office
AVOWER, female Drall, mid fifties, full title: The Avower of Knowledge
USCANTH, male Drall, mid forties, background: previously a war hero, now a bartender
[The scene takes place within the Temple of Knowledge, a facility within the Drallian Cultural Center at Research Colony-35 on the planet Kanangar Prime during the year 10,001AD. Barbara's father, Governor William Centaura, died unexpectedly roughly six months ago and the next election is roughly a week away. If her main opponent wins the election then it is highly likely that major concessions will be made to the Mining Guild during the next several years. Further complicating the situation, a third candidate has emerged who happens to be a Drall. Uscanth, a mutual friend of Barbara and her former lover, has taken a leave of absence from his Irish Pub at Starbase Equador and has traveled to Kana
The Miracles Tail of Dillian DillingerThe Miracles Tail of Dillian Dillinger by DataReign
The Miracles Tail of Dillian Dillinger
[The stage is lit up by a dim gray light .Revealing a man lying on the floor motionless. He stirs and begins to awaken he noticed rusted and archaic walls around him. The man sits up in a panic but instantly grabs his head in pain. Puzzled looking around more he realizes thick rusted steel doors.]
[Groaning from pain in his head]
Dillian: Where the hell am I?
[ He carefully stands carefully and stumbles to the thick steel door reaching his hand out and pulls the door knob trying to open it but with all the great efforts it did not budge at all. He looked at the door confused before saying]
Dillian: what the…?
[He looks around spotting no one in sight as he called out]
Dillian: Hello~? Is anyone here?!
[Wandering around the room felling on the walls in hopes of finding a way out... feeling along the walls he comes across a switch, curiously flipp
The Birth of LoveThe Birth of LoveThe Birth of Love by GinaMangrove
1: Hey…what are they doing?
1: Those two. They’re just lying there.
3: No, they’re doing something else…they’re kissing.
2: They are. Just like the other ones. It seems sweet, but peculiar.
3: It is. Why do they do that?
1: I don’t know. It doesn’t look particularly enjoyable. It looks quite…wet.
2: I think it’s sweet. A strange way to show affection, but a sweet way.
3: I wonder why they choose each other to kiss. Why not anyone else?
2: They love each other.
1: Are they even capable of love?
3: I think so.
2: They wouldn’t be kissing if they weren’t in love.
1: What about lust? If they’re capable of love, they must have lust. That’s probably what it is.
2: I’d like to think these two, maybe just these two, love each other.
1: Keep looking.
3: She’s pushing him away.
1: What happened?
3: I think you were right. It was just lust. He lusted for her and she didn
CRETE Project - Part 1FADE IN:CRETE Project - Part 1 by GuinevereToGwen
INT. MAINTENANCE DISTRICT HALLWAY - NIGHT
A hand glides down a wall holding a paintbrush, belonging to a TEENAGE BOY. He stands in a hallway, empty in an eerie way, its walls a dull, grey-green colour. A paint can rests next to his foot on the tiled floor. He paints a mural of a tree, brightly coloured and contrasting with the dismal colours of the walls.
EXT. GRASSY FIELD - DAY
Flashback to a beautiful day; the sky is bright and sunny. A tree mirroring the illustrated one in the mural basks in the sunlight. They are almost identical. Animals scurry through its leaves.
The sky darkens abruptly, and wind rustles the branches of the tree. Its violence grows with the quantity of menacing clouds obscuring the sun.
Suddenly, the tree is ripped out of the ground and flung into the sky cluttered with debris.
INT. MAINTENANCE DISTRICT HALLWAY - NIGHT
The thumping of heavily-clad feet interrupts the flashback. The boy turns his head toward the sou
bathtime for a cheesecake virgin suicideI am dreading the group job interview, because I know that they will want to hear my name and one. two. five interesting facts about me. There will be broken Rich Tea biscuits handed out and weak orange squash with unexplainable tiny bubbles in it. There will be rectangular sticky name tags curling at the edges and hemmed with cardigan fluff. There will be nervous graduates exchanging small tight smiles, like sips. And I will stand up and I will tell them these things about myself;bathtime for a cheesecake virgin suicide by apoemhowsweet
1. This year I stopped eating fries, so that I could be the girl who doesn’t eat fries instead of the girl who still can’t get over her ex-boyfriend.
2. Instead of fries I eat Marmite. Out of the jar with a spoon, as I sit on the stone kitchen worktop bruising my tailbone and swinging my heels with glazed eyes. I love the thick dark colour and how the salt burns.
3. As a woman I am expected to scoop the crying world up into the crevice of my arm and prop it on my hip. I am supposed t
Illogical Solution I wanted someone to love me, so I baked apple pie.Illogical Solution by Almost-Alcibiades
The day was the kind where you walk and walk until you look down, and then you see the tightrope and your depth perception is gone. All you know is that there's nothing to hold, and the ground isn't ready to catch you.
I hate crying. I always cry in public. It's a cycle, a hole of darkness; you cry because your day was a string of bad hours cut from every other day in the past two years and it just fell on you then. After, you calm down and pass through a couple generic groups of minutes where everyone dances around you, careful about cutting their feet because the broken pieces are just lying there- no one wants to get cut. And then you go home, the last thing crashes- a minor thing, on any other day would be that, just minor. But today, you shatter. Then you force yourself to cry until they're dry heaves, everything's shaking, the broken pieces are cutting your feet- Alone.
JollyIn silence the cretins finished their nightly work, and ambled back toward the village below. Sightless, ugly things, trudging through snowdrifts in perpetual winter darkness. For the next eight hours they would cocoon themselves in mucus and enjoy blissfully dreamless sleep. Not so for their sympathetic overlord in the granite castle above.Jolly by SgtPossum
He had twenty-four hours to perform a task that was rapidly losing its meaning to him, a philanthropy that had been drowned in its beneficiaries' greed. This was what he had dread for three-hundred and sixty-five days, the unavoidable duty of the red and white God of Gifts. Lonesome and racked with the nightmares of his previous trip around the sun, he boarded his leviathan craft and wished for freedom from bondage. In the past he had been called Loki, Prometheus. But he felt like Sisyphus.
It was to be a long day. And a long year after that. A long eternity. One day, he hoped, the ingratitude of the recipients of his treasures would persuade the p
On Trafalgar Law's backstory (One Piece spoilers)To tell a story, you must do researches.On Trafalgar Law's backstory (One Piece spoilers) by MajorasMasks
Even when writing a fantasy, it's important to tie it to the real world and to real events, or at least to get inspired by them. Otherwise, your story could feel too generic and not compelling. This also applies to comics, of course, and the example I'm going to use is from a manga, in other words a Japanese comic.
The manga I'm talking about is One Piece by Eiichiro Oda, and even if I'll try to avoid major revelations, if you aren't up to date with the Japanese chapters it would be a good idea to stop reading now. Instead, if you either know about the most recent events in the Dressrosa story arc or don't really care about spoilers, please read ahead.
I don't want to bore you, so here you are just briefly recap the latest events shown in the manga: Trafalgar Law, one of the most prominent character of the aforementioned story arc, who is currently fighting with the protagonist (the infamous Monkey D. Luffy) against the main villain of this saga
AV Vol 2, Ch 54: Who Trains Who? Cling.AV Vol 2, Ch 54: Who Trains Who? by MidnightDaybreak
The sounds of metal striking metal reverberated repeatedly throughout the forest as teacher rained down blows on his pupil.
Sora fell back another step and found his back against the trunk of a large tree. His bare chest heaved. His arms and legs felt like lead weights from constantly dodging and defending, and his hands stung from the vibrations being sent through them again and again.
He looked up and glared jealously at his friend and new mentor, Tri, who stood whistling nonchalantly with two swords in hand. ‘He really is too strong,’ he thought bitterly.
“Oy, oy, had enough yet Wolfy?” the fox called, scratching his chin with his left hand.
Sora scowled at the way he did the simple action so
Mountain LullabyBetween the broken hallelujahsMountain Lullaby by rebeccalsmith-media
and the “Hey, how are ya doings”
I've been missing the point all along
that you were running out of time
Oh, walking down the line
on your journey to get back home
And it hurts to say
you’re just a timeless face
trapped in an album of my memories
It’s dark and dusty here
but I shall have no fear
One day, we’ll open up the stories of our tragedies
Oh, ohh, ohhh Mountain Lullaby
Oh, ohh, ohhh, Mountain Lullaby
Your hair is still in curls
Your neck is dressed in pearls
I can see the light of youth bright behind your eyes
I’ve never felt so sad
From a faded photograph
A once happy moment bringing tears in disguise
Oh, ohh, ohhh Mountain Lullaby
Oh, ohh, ohhh, Mountain Lullaby
When I look at how life became
How I’ve never loved the same
The world I knew was never built to last
All the time I took for granted
is over now and I’m left stranded
Flipping through the pages of a black and white past
Oh, ohh, ohhh, Moun
The Secret and the ReplyOriginal Short StoryThe Secret and the Reply by FunkyDreamer
The sound of rain drops falling wasn’t heard anymore, and I finally took a step out of the shop I was sheltering in. It was a usual Monday in May, and I was on a shopping trip in that small district where I heard the prices were cheap. My parents are working overseas and I’m living by myself, not that I’m complaining. I’m already 16 years old. Still, being a girl without a guardian doesn’t feel safe no matter how many people are around you. I sighed as I was thinking about the homework I still have to do once I get home, not to mention laundry and cooking the food I just bought. Even though I’m used to it, it’s still tiring.
Out of the blue, I heard crying.
I looked to my right, then to my left and then back to the right.
I tried to figure out where the sound came from. I probably shouldn’t have done that and just ignore it like I ignore everything around me outside my house, but
never mindI guess it’s kind of funny, if you think about it. You always see in the movies – in the TV shows – people running and screaming and praying and stuff. That’s what Hollywood always thought it would be like. Some sort of ‘death cloud’ or something – or like an asteroid or something like that – that just happened: that just totally hit everybody by surprise.never mind by andrewpom
People have known about it for months. It’s not like in the movies. The word ‘inevitability’ comes to mind: and hey, guess what? Nobody cares to run from the inevitable. It’s pretty stupid – isn’t it, if you think about it – how people, in the movies, try to run from inevitable death. Everybody has decided what they were gonna do today weeks ago, maybe even months ago. Say goodbye to family, spend time with girlfriend, et cetera et cetera. As with the Kubler-Ross effect – or whatever it's called – p
12.20.12“You’re going through with this?” asked Clement, glancing up from the glass of brandy in his hand. It was a tradition between them, meeting and drinking and being as merry as their situations allowed, but this evening there was no merriness. A tense, grim atmosphere had descended upon them despite the luxurious setting and the city below.12.20.12 by MeadowMaiden
“Of course,” answered Haydn, standing at the window. He appeared to be surveying the city, but in truth his eyes were focused solely on the massive building beside their own. “There is little choice now, Clement. The people are expecting it. I should not disappoint them.”
He glanced over his shoulder and smiled wisely, as if he knew some great secret that Clement could never even begin to fathom. Clement hated that smile, and he averted his eyes after a moment, looking around the hotel suite. The man at the window had always loved luxury—who didn’t?
12.20.2012I walk along an empty street;12.20.2012 by iAmoret
Everyone is hiding.
It can't be true that the world is ending-
Or is it?
Confused, I take another left-
Still, no one there.
I let out a sigh and watch my breath gather.
The cold is eating me alive.
The crunching of my boots on the sparkling snow-
The only sound to be heard.
A bustling city turned into a ghost town,
All because of some ancient quacks?
But then a voice, muffled by wind.
My eyes move on from him.
I was never one to humor the crazy.
"Get a job; you're gonna wish you had one,
When the world DOESN'T end."
He yells unprintable words, flailing violently.
His words don't faze me.
The world can't end yet,
I don't want to be alone.
If ever my secret gift failed me,
I don't know what I'd do.
Three wishes in return for a good deed,
Almost, but not quite.
When asked one thing that I could wish for,
I wished I'd never die.
The end of the roomsI’m in my square room.The end of the rooms by feelomen
Tolling in a vast, black space
with other square rooms.
If an outsider would look at us
he would only see white dots
on a black canvas.
From inside my room I can see others, but I can’t get out.
I’m being retained, as if I were banging on a glass window.
Others come closer and leave again.
I can get control of my prison too,
I can approach others,
but I can’t get inside an other’s space.
The others don’t seem to be bothered
being in their room.
They aren’t aware of the room.
Am I the only one trying to get out?
Something weird happened today.
Until a couple of hours ago,
I saw everyone going on with their lives
as I’ve always seen them do.
some people became aware of their rooms.
it came very gradually.
I saw puzzled looks around me.
Not from everyone,
but from people that I regarded as sensitive or intelligent.
They sensed something even I didn’t sense.
A couple of hou
Balance"Take a step back from it all," he told me. Little did he know, I was standing on the edge of a cliff.Balance by JuliJ90809
It Began HereIt was only half past ten when she took her last breath. The doctor looked at me with fear in his eyes and said, "It won't be long now."It Began Here by SunGryphon
Scene"This relationship's a farce!" he yelled and exited angrily.Scene by SCFrankles
"That's the closet," she said and waited for him to come out.
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