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The Sprites of Breen Chapter 1
LittleKing95
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Devious Journal Entry
Hello interwebs! theirishdwarf here and I thought maybe the world would like to know that I'm in the process of writing a spy thriller. I'm wanting it to be james blondish but I'm having trouble and knowing the people of the internet I figured that you guys could help. Therefore I present a challenge! I need ideas and also inspiration so whoever can give me anything I'm accepting it. thanks! you guys are great and I'm done now so you may now continue with your wonderful lives!
theirishdwarf
theirishdwarf
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3
Literature
on waking alone in the night
it is four in the morning.
with my eyes closed i could be a child
tonguing the space left
by a missing tooth, probing,
picking at
some loss - the slow, nagging drip
of that open wound.
atrophy.
in this dark i can't see
my palm as it rises there
like a specter, the unfurling
of the hand like lips, the spaces
between fingers as they search again
and again
for some missing thing. these are
the real wounds.
i am not a child
anymore: there are worse things
to have lost
than teeth.
moondrums
moondrums
40
23
Literature
HOME
Hear my home sweet home,
Where walls are geared and growling,
This is life alone.
HAVENTHEORY
HAVENTHEORY
3
0
Literature
Be careful From The Odd Ones
Someday they will
Forget your name
Someday they will
Forget your picture
Someday they will
Forget your pain
And you will not
Find somebody with ya .....
CUUUUUT ..Don't .. Just Don't
Think like that !!!
You know how many people
You helped ...
If you didn't help any then read again only The "even" lines
.............. You Are Welcome ..............
GhostWriterV
GhostWriterV
6
11
Journal
On The Chair Of Guilt .....
On the same chair of guilt I sit
I sit to ask for forgiveness
On the same chair of guilt I sit
I sit to confess my weakness
On the same chair of guilt I sit
I sit to watch my sin with regrets
Still on the same chair
And my ashtray is filled with cigarettes
And my mind can't stop thinking
And my conscience
My conscience is neither dead nor a live
It only shows up when I sit
On the same chair of guiltiness
.............................................
GhostWriterV
GhostWriterV
4
32
Literature
Black Wings, Crow - Part 1 [Hellion J. Demsworth]
Screaming’s filled the halls of the institution, waking up many Assassins, one of the elders ran towards the room where the screaming was coming from and he found the thirteen year old Hellion yelling out, arching his back, his eyes rolled back and his head and body completely covered in sweat. Phoenix sat at the edge of the bed, trying to wake the poor boy up from his terrors.
“Hellion” He spoke in a calm, yet concerned voice, placing a hand at the back of his back and lift him up by it to push him against himself. “Shh, Hellion you are safe here”. He let his hand run through the dark blonde messed up sweaty hair. “Wake up, my boy” he tried to sooth him. A sad smile took over when he noticed the boy was opening up his eyes, but filled with fear. “You had one of your terrors again.
The dull blue eyes of the little boy stared at the green eyes of Phoenix, he was so scared, and it caused him to look around, when reality came back to him he
SharSjar
SharSjar
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1
Literature
Contortionist
words
are
words
until their vines of letters
wrap around your brain
the way steel cages
trap wild animals.
except this isn't a circus.
and my heart isn't the lion
that needs to be tamed or
taught how to walk on
tightropes.
it is the ring of flames
you jump through to get
cheers out of the audience.
but someday this tent
will come down
and your trapeze act
won't amaze me
anymore.
gothpeach
gothpeach
2
0
Literature
Silence 1
The wise are they that speak not unless they obtain a hearing, even as the cup-bearer, who proffereth not his cup till he findeth a seeker, and the lover who crieth not out from the depths of his heart until he gazeth upon the beauty of his beloved.
IndigoMystiere
IndigoMystiere
0
0
Literature
My Friend...
It was dark. The air was sticky, making me writhe and kick the blankets off my chubby legs. With wide eyes I looked around. My tiny heart pounded with growing terror.
Were they here? Had they come while I was sleeping?
My tiny hands felt nothing except my teddy that had somehow crawled away from me during the night. I managed to grab him by the ear, pulling him towards me in a tight hug. He always helped me keep calm on nights when my friend didn’t show. Thinking of him my small frame trembled, not with fear but of sadness. He hadn’t shown up in a while.
‘
But he only comes to chase away the bad men
’ a voice told me. I squeezed my eyes shut. The bad men, the way they smelled funny like too sweet flowers and how they were always saying I was sick and needed to get this out of me. I wasn’t sick…at least not how they were saying. They said my friend, my protector was
bad
and would hurt me, but they would keep me safe.
But he never made me
Dragonnerd445
Dragonnerd445
13
23
Literature
A Tattooed Mind
Bonded with these etched designs.
Spirit and power create a tower.
Trying to find the pieces in the mountain side.
Names of souls make the night.
Clouds of storms delight.
Rain fall fills the banks.
Koi dance splashing around.
Rivers and lakes run down.
Ink sprays the arms.
A masterpiece forms.
Patience and guidance with one ink blot.
Beauty is created on the spot.
Haru01
Haru01
10
10
Literature
Find The Dream
Search deep within your heart, deep into the darkness where faded dreams are kept. Don't give up; the one you are looking for is there somewhere. When you find it, hiding in a corner weeping at lost years, don't leave it there; it's scared and hates the darkness. Lift it gently into the light and watch it transform into a brighter wiser dream than it once was.
You see the darkness taught it the wisdom of why it fell to where all faded dreams go
TheWhiteLighter
TheWhiteLighter
22
8
Philosophy is Magic - Limits
K4nK4n
6
2
Literature
amnion
it's amazing the ways we let men break us. you sit next to me after a night of dancing your memory into submission, and suddenly you are a mess of tears, blubbering nonsense into my lap.
i hold you, rock you, shake you, trying to fix the pieces he left you in, but hearing only the rattle of so many strikes, so many vices. i think up pretty words to make your pain material.
those final words broke you and you walked away, your eyes leaking yourself onto the sidewalk.
there is nothing i can do.
you who are larger than yourself with ideals and ideas, are curled up, trying to fill this amnion of air with the safety you once knew. and i, powerless, lower myself next to you and curl up into the empty spaces of your body, talking to fill up what my warmth cannot.
let me be your strength. let me be your humour, the gurgling laugh that breaks through the tears.
who knew that the pain you have been nursing these long months, would soon be delivered unto me?
tyshakhan
tyshakhan
4
0
Literature
predator, prey (Protozoa in E Minor)
when I could finally bring myself
to look in the mirror
I was more fascinated than shocked
wouldn't the wolf be surprised to awaken one day
a hare, instead?
while I was sleeping
or perhaps while I was looking in the fridge
a bit of classical music, a slice of leftover
ruthless detachment
the cage turned inside out and
swallowed me up,
deranged amoeba-style
(although it is possible
I had been caught in your snare
all along,
too witless to know the difference)
amy-derfer
amy-derfer
11
4
Literature
Yet...
My hand has hovered
over the flames.
Yet I have not felt warmth.
My body has been battered
and bruised.
Yet it does not complain.
My eyes have witnessed the
worst of the world.
Yet they are dry always.
My heart knows
of what it must feel.
Yet it does not skip a beat.
To not feel these
my mind has made me strong.
Yet at what cost when I cannot
feel what is supposed
to make me feel...
human.
GazaClarke
GazaClarke
0
2
Journal
Commisions - OPEN.
I am now open for point commissions, so I will take requests for literature, whether you decide you want a poem or a short story, is entirely up to you, but I will be writing in the genres of horror, comedy, and romance. You can decide if you would like the request to be funny, romantic, scary or any combination of the three, and you can decide what you want the general theme to be about, and I can write something up for you and your creative interests.
Let it be known that you pay me points based on how much you like the final project, if you do not like what you find, then you don't have to pay me points, simple as that guys.
If anyone is interested in music requests, let me know. I play acoustic guitar and will write instrumental music for you for points as well, and again this is based on how much you like the finished product.
Send me a note for questions and requests. Thanks guys.
HAVENTHEORY
HAVENTHEORY
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0
Mature content
Dreams of a Lost Soul
HanasakeruSeishounen
2
6
Literature
Unforgettable
Unforgettable
When clouds begin to swallow up the storm
And dreams are slowly fading away
Chasing butterflies doesn't soothe my sorrow
Then I know it's the end of another day
Show me myself from the old days
Erase my memories
Take me to our old place
Time has passed in a wink of an eye
There is no laughter, no holding hands
I remember us running in April and sunny May
Fearless glee sealed with tears
Help me regain my stolen pieces
Show me exactly when I have fallen
Let's once again be fearless
My old friend
We're walking again together hand in hand
Let's make this last embrace slightly stronger
Final goodbyes are at least unforgettable
GothicDesire
GothicDesire
16
16
Literature
Again
I promised you I wouldn't
But I did it once again
Thought I could quit, I couldn't
Waited til' you slipped out of the frame
And I lined up the bottles
Stared in through each wine glass
I moved fast and pushed full throttle
Took each sip to the very last
And the feeling, it hit me so quickly
Why must sinning feel so sweet
And how you will never trust me
Because you know I'm only weak
And all the good we had I killed it
For one empty release, to quiet my yearning
I knew I couldn't quit
Even when you began to shed some light
So I'm sorry I took that chance
And I'm sorry I lied
You'll still try with me again
Because I lied and said I tried
HondaAmaya
HondaAmaya
9
11
Literature
Not a Chance: Chapter 1
It was on my first day of Year 8 that I saw him. He had ruffled chestnut hair with matching eyes and a mist of cheekiness in the depth of his pupil. His slim, sporty body moved through the crowd in a swift motion, and his olive skin was smooth and muscular. I watched him intently, interested in his slightest moves. My heart sank when the boy stopped in front of a beautiful blonde girl around the same age as me and started kissing her. I realised I had no chance. My down-trodden body slumped to English class, my heavy books weighing me down. I was fourteen and I still didn't have a boyfriend. It seemed that all my friends had one. What was wrong with me? I looked alright - I had wavy brown hair that fell to my chest and a friendly face. I had a nice figure and olive skin. I was very studious, but good at sport as well. I was perfect at almost everything - except for getting boyfriends, it seemed. "Sydney! Wait up!" I heard my name being called. I turned around to see Monique's smiling f
Crazy-Scribbler
Crazy-Scribbler
1
7
Literature
Letting you Go
It's finally setting in;
You don't care.
To be fair,
You did warn me.
You tried to push me away.
I was the one who stuck by you.
I guess, I deserved to be played.
You told me how bad you are.
And how badly you treat people.
How you care about no-one;
How you're a selfish a-hole.
But all I did was shrug it off,
Because my mind kept going back;
To the times when you were drunk.
Professing everything to me,
Telling me, my eyes were lovely.
Telling me how much you cared,
As you gently stroked my hair.
Saying how much you loved our kiss,
Oh how I wish we could have stayed like this.
My personality is unbelievable,
A "20 out of 10".
You said that I could have any guy,
You said that I should not be with you.
Because you're not well, and neither am I.
And you will not be getting better;
For a very long time.
So you tell me to move on,
And you plead me not to stay.
But you're my broken bird;
"You're fragile, and I'm weak".
I know you need me,
Or failing that, you need someone to be "me".
I can'
newkidwithoutbraces
newkidwithoutbraces
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Story - Stained In Blood
BlackFriday101
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