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Blink by AMBM-DA, literature
Literature
Blink
Surely you cannot say that I’m the one to blame. I know what it looks like. I know what it SEEMS like. Yes, perhaps it was my hand that acted, my body that moved. But as always, there is so much more beyond what we see, a horde of things unknowable and undetectable that work together to control the world we pretend to know. Inside every shadow is a mind, and behind everything we see there are a thousand unseen shadows. So, the actions seem to be my own, but the guilt is not.
The first time it happened was on a Saturday night. I had been out late, and returned to my home and the ones who lived here. At the time, I had no idea what would
Chapter I: The Light Of The Necklace by Blueredor, literature
Literature
Chapter I: The Light Of The Necklace
Dreams, visions, predictions...nightmares. A yellow soul on human form lives a calm dream in a odd place. The scene are on a sunny day with a field of green grass, suddenly a strong flash appear, rise his hand to cover his face from the light, even don't has eyes. Then, the light take a woman form, but not like never saw before. The light have horns in form of a slightly resting S aiming to the horizon, a short and gentle tail, and small thin hoofs. It feel her presence...so warm, peaceful and beautiful. Is like she know him from ever, but he doesn't know her.
"Please", the light said with sadness, "help me, before is too late".
Try to answ
No One Mourns The Wicked by Seas-of-Emerald, literature
Literature
No One Mourns The Wicked
It seems no one would miss me
When I fell from the angel's grasp
Righteousness dwindled to nothing
As my fingertips laid upon the devil's hand
And my heart plunged to hell-fire
I walked among the heinous souls
Corrupted and fallen from grace
The marks of the angel's lips
Faded from my bruised skin
Feathered wings crumbled as I fell
My shadows cowered at my dastardly breath
The virtuous never purged the evil
They only let the blood-red flames turn us to ashes
Because no one loved the twisted
Tears were not shed for the impure
The laments were only for the honorable
Because no one mourns the wicked
She Doesn't Recognize Her Own Poetry by Seas-of-Emerald, literature
Literature
She Doesn't Recognize Her Own Poetry
Want to know why she hates poetry?
Because it finds the truth in her lies
The pen spills on paper
What her lips cannot say
After the clock ticks
Her words were led astray
Hidden 'neath the sands of time
She believes her own lies
And she covers it up
Until she can't recognize the fear in her eyes
She hated every word
That fell from her mind
And every blotch of ink
That tainted the page with its cruel candor
Because she couldn't recognize it
Even when her heart was ripped out
And stitched within every piece of fiction
And that's why she said they were never hers
Because she didn't want to believe what she had written
The Beast of the Seas- Short Story Assignment by marshmalloweeen, literature
Literature
The Beast of the Seas- Short Story Assignment
Thick, milky white clouds clung low to the coast of the Malachite Seas, adding to the gloomy, dark atmosphere of the area. The dense, grey waters kept pushing on against the land, roaring loudly as they tried to overcome the grainy sands that were dominant on the stretches of the Earth. Something was bubbling under those thick, murky waters, which were shadows gracefully dancing, twisting and turning their bodies, as if they were listening to an amazing, underwater ballad. Deep under these shadows, a lone figure watched, settled onto the frigid sands of the seas, the only features of the large creature apparent were large, aquamarine eyes, w
The Chronicles Of Azeroth - Prologue by Blueredor, literature
Literature
The Chronicles Of Azeroth - Prologue
This Prologue use a base from the chapter XXVI of the novel Beyond the Dark Portal
The Chronicles Of Azeroth
Prologue
Second War
Hellfire Peninsula
Draenor
Eight Years after the First War (year 600 by the King´s Calendar)
The scene around the Dark Portal was utter chaos. Turalyon had told his troops the unvarnished truth: Khadgar would need defending. He just hadn't realized how much he and his friends would be defending the wizard. Danath, Khadgar, Kurdran, and several others had arrived before them and were fiercely fighting their way to the portal.
From the offensive group there someone where highlights, the men use the armour of
[Track 6] His World is Already Over by MidnightDaybreak, literature
Literature
[Track 6] His World is Already Over
[Song Inspiration: Home is for the Heartless - Parkway Drive]
Leonhart slammed the door behind him and mashed his thumb - much harder than necessary - into the pad next to it, locking it. He kept facing the door, not wanting to turn around. His breathing was deep. His face was flushed. His hands were clenched into tight fists at his sides, knuckles white and nails biting into flesh. Cuts and bruises covered his little arms. His nose had been broken when he'd left the training ground, but had almost completely healed in the few minutes it took to return to his room.
Leonhart was angry. Angrier than he'd been in his entire life. Angri
Fabric lay scattered across the floor, recklessly shoved aside in his frantic search. It had been weeks, maybe even months, since he had needed the number. He had almost thrown it away, but something had made him hold onto it. Something that was urging him to find it now.
No matter which drawers he emptied, no matter how many containers he spilled onto the counter, no matter how desperate he was becoming Ruben could not find the number. It was not on his cork board, or in his desk. He hadn't found it in the supply cabinet, and it wasn't taped to the side of his design board. He couldn't even find scrawled sideways on a random page in his add
Oh, look, she's screaming again
She's banging on the walls, pleading for mercy
Maybe if you just stop listening it'll go away?
Yes, it's happened before
It gets a bit tiresome after a while
Ah, good, she's finally stopped
I knew ignoring her would do the trick
Drip
Drip
Drip
I should really do something about that leaky faucet
Maybe I'll go check
Oh dear, do we have any more room in the backyard for another grave?
I hope blood doesn't stain the carpet...