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We Drifted,we drifted,
floating upon the warm waves
releasing our will
to its everlasting embracing
lifted by the powerful tides
enough to make us cry
never questioned where we may arise
nor noticed the riptide
further and further apart
pulled by the undertow
we were drowning in doubt
all hope was lost
the more we fought
swept under by passion
resentment had won the bout
until pushed upon the shore
separated by life's sand
we stood alone once more
greeted by the ocean's foam
the water had turned so cold
reminding us to not let go
but remain in the bittersweet soil
Angel's Recovery: Good Intentions4:Good intentions
After Frederic left Angel rose from the bed, determined to find Aslansa and get some answers. Calling the wolves over to her, she left her room and walked down the corridor towards his. It didn’t take long and she promptly knocked on the door. “Aslansa?” She called out to him.
Aslansa looked up from the book he was reading when he heard Angel’s voice. He placed it on the table and walked over to the door. Taking a silent breath he opened. “Hello Angel. Come in.” He stepped back some and waited for her to enter.
Angel entered the room. “We need to talk. I need….no….I want answers which it seems only you can give me.”
“I think I know what this is about.” He said calmly.
“Then please explain to me, how I was able to get back to the ship after plunging into the water. If I remember correctly you were on the ship and far away from me?” Angel looked up at Aslansa with con
At What PointAt what point do you decide to live?
To kiss away the knife of your mind
As it bleeds into your core
Cleaving your sanity
At what point do you breathe?
To inhale your heartbeat
So as to remind you
There’s air in this world
At what point do you hope?
To cross one star to another, amongst a sea of black
Knowing that what’s dark
Will only help stir the brightest of lights
At what point do you value?
To be indebted to the ground that you were raised
And walk its path
With a rightful stride
At what point do you concede?
To let these words pry their way in
Nestling with you
Rousing your conscience
2013 Vincent Cuccolo
A Little MermaidOnce upon a time, there was a mermaid living in the cold waters of the northern Atlantic. Back then, she was not called by her present name 'Fjara', but whatever it had been, it doesn't matter anymore. So while I tell her tale, I will call her by the name she used among humans.
Fjara was a curious and adventures mermaid and loved to explore. It was common for her kind to approach fishermen and lure them into their doom. As soon as a mermaid was close enough, she'd wrap her arms around her victim and draw him into the icy depths below the waves. However, Fjara was more intrigued by the boat and its content than by killing fishermen. Of course she got warned about humans. Not every attempt to catch a fisherman or a sailor were successful and sometimes, the roles of prey and predator were even inverted. Still, Fjara didn't care much about it. It was not much different from how life was for most creatures, from her understanding.
Still, despite the riches the sea had to offer, the mermaid
The Golden Lady (Revamped story)
The Golden Lady
In the mythical Atlanta, there have been many tales. Tales of dragons, gods, phoenixes and other numerous ancient beings. They are generally called the Ancients. Ancients are feared and looked up to. They are greatly respected as no mortal being can acquire wisdom nor knowledge like they have. Yet, not all ancients are wise or considerate regarding other species and entities of this world. There are Ancients who want to claim power and excellence, and they greatly ignore the needs and wants of any of the mortal races. Many dragons throughout the history have known to hoard treasury and burn down villages. Corrupted phoenixes eat away pools of magic to deplete the magical energies of others. Defiled ents are known to run berserk to destroy the nature they once loved.
However, not all of the Ancients that are lead to misery within their mind, claim superiority without reason. Some ancients hoard for a sick objective that they feel they must claim. Such a cas
The Vixen And Her CousinOnce upon a time not too long ago, a baby girl was born. She was the daughter of a criminal and greedy man, but he loved his child like any good man would. To celebrate the birth of his daughter, he invited his whole family and all living relatives he knew. Among the guest was also a well-known vixen. His wife was worried about inviting her, but the man brushed it off.
"Don't worry, my dear", so he spoke. "She is part of the family and despite her reputation, she is smart and has a great way of dealing with people. I am sure she could be a good teacher for our girl later on."
Speaking such and similar words, he dispelled his wife's doubts and the invitations were sent out. During the celebration, the vixen approached the proud parents and said:
"I humbly thank you for the invite, dear cousin. I wish your daughter to grow up in happiness and will everything I can to ensure she will have a good live."
Upon hearing these kind words, the man turned to his wife and smiled.
"Do you hear this
On The Edge Of WarCast:
Lord Finnegan: A conspirator and a patriot
Lord Leander: The king's confidant, friend of Martin, and a patriot
Damion: Leander's trusted servant.
Martin: A former servant of the court and friend of Leander. Got banished by the king after the discussion about an provocative statement escalated.
The King: The current ruler of this kingdom, who expelled the servant Martin under penalty of death for endangering public peace.
Ann-Sophie: A worried maid
(A shabby, wooden hut with poor interior. The floor is just tramped down clay, and wind howls through the cracks between the boards. The interior consists only of a fireplace, a pile of hay and furs, an old chest, a broken table and two uncomfortab
Hybrid, Prologue: The Last Battle
The Last Battle
In a room filled with glowing crystals, a tyrian reptilian man, Seiton, sat in his high throne engraved with gargoyles. He held a glass map of the Milky Way Galaxy and smiled deliciously as his beady red eyes skimmed the surface of its black and shaded portions.
Only this star system, Navi was highlighted blue. He touched that star for interface and an image of planet Okma flickered above the map. This planet had native ships flying around it like bees warning each other of danger.
“Spacers,” the man spoke. “All your worlds are destroyed by my touch. Your corpses are disintegrated by my footsteps. You don’t stand a chance in the universe. Now, my Titan Empire has become my galaxy against your world. You will all perish.”
A spiky armored-Titan entered the room. “Lord Seiton, my men are ready.”
His throne creaked as Seiton turned to the soldier and smiled. “Excellent, activate the
Snow's Story Ch. 2Snow's Story.
As the white Khajiit stepped back to the burning heat in the town, bow and quiver ready, with a satchel around his waist, the bright sun greeted his face once again, making his eyes squint once again. The Khajiit sighed a bit and reached his hand out to block the sun from his sensitive eyes. He looked around. Which way to go, if to find the strange grey Khajiit? But the white seemed to know it already.
Without hesitation, he sped up to a run. With a moderate speed, he dashed through the town, not wasting any time. He turned by a few buildings, dashed by two alleys, ran through the rather wide streets of Kha'Zirr, with the exception for a small few passageways between the poor slums in the town. Kicking up the dust, the people who watched the young male Khajiit passed by, sighed.
One old Khajiit sat in a chair in front of his slum, laughing at the other people sighing.
"Let the young un' run, he's got a lot to do if he wishes to get anywhe
Snow's Story Ch. 3Snow's Story
After M'dani had taken some gulps of water from the relatively small flask, trying his best not to waste all the water from it, he gave it back to Dar'saniran. He accepted it, so that they can finally move on... to the hunt.
They spoke no words to each other as they neared the hunting ground, slowly, not aware what prey they might encounter. If they even will encounter any. But their hopes stayed true to finding prey, as Dar'saniran would see a fit of food and maybe some money from all the pelts he could sell. But M'dani wished nothing more but a proving ground for Dar'saniran, to prove true he would be a good Khajiit warrior or hunter someday. A true Khajiit warrior or hunter. But not like the Renrijra Krin. M'dani didn't want anything to do with that. Although Dar'saniran would want that... M'dani just knew it.
As the two rather peculiar-looking Khajiiti moved on, one with a silvery grey sheen to his pelt, and another's snow white, they had
I'll watch over you. Ch7Chapter 7
The school semester is finally starting...fucking hell. The classes are like high school so we have classes every day. I have to be in the sunlight every day...fuck me.
"Nicx! Wake up! Breakfast is ready."
God dammit Pip...shut the fuck up. You don't have a problem with the sun.
I grab my clothes and I shift into the bathroom to find Tuk stepping out of the shower.
"Hey Nicx. How are you feeling?"
"Shit. The sun is going to be fucking annoying to deal with."
I started brushing my teeth as she stepped out without a towel. Her body was thin and she had a few feathers mixed in with her hair. They were both a light brown which made them almost blend in with each other. The slits on her face were thin and attractive and she wasn't too far behind Lil in the breast department. Her cream skin made her whole complexion very attractive for a siren.
"Is he excited to see me or is it just too early?"
Really Tuk? You know I hate the daylight hours and you want to play around?
We're All The SameWe're All The Same
All of us have blood,
Coursing through our veins
All of us have beating hearts,
Keeping us alive
All of us have lungs,
Allowing sweet oxygen to pour into our bodies
Made of flesh and bone, we are all human
So why does sexuality matter?
Why does it matter if Jack is dating Brendan?
Why does it matter is Lisa is getting married to Christine?
But when Mark kisses Mary... No one cares...
Love is love
Whether you love a "Brendan", a "Christine", a "Mark" or a "Mary"
It shouldn't matter
Because we are all human
We all blood coursing through our veins
We all have beating hearts
We all have lungs that allow us to breath...
And we are all the same
I'll watch over you. Ch6Chapter 6
I woke up to sound of knocking again.
"Nicx get up! Get some food before we leave for our shift."
Pip was the one to wake me up this time I wonder why? It's usually Lil or Tuk.
I opened my door and he was just standing against the wall.
"Me and you got the shopping district today, so hurry up."
"Anyone in the bathroom?"
"No. Lil and Tuk are getting it on in Tuk's room and Lin and Gak are busy eating and preparing food for you."
I turned around to go back into my room when I felt Pip grab my arm.
"Something wrong Pip?"
"Mind if I come into your room for a bit? I need to talk to you for a second in private."
I tugged my arm and he followed me in. I closed the door and guided him to the bed so he could sit down and not knock anything over.
I knew he couldn't see in the pure darkness but I could. He was just wearing jeans and a tank top. His body was slender for a guy but he had muscles. His dark gray hair went well with his tan skin. He was leaning b
Chapter III: The Graduation
4 years later...
25 years after the First War (year 617 by King calendar)
Four years have passed in the blink of an eye...the world ended to rebuild and heal the wounds of the third war, for the moment peace has been maintained, the King of Stormwind Varian Wyrnn shuttle diplomacy voyages across the west of the continent, Kalimdor, land of the Orcs, Tauren, Trolls and Kaldorei (Night elf). Since then, the steward's group The House of Nobles, ruled Stormwind in his absence, it was supposed Varian had arrived in the small kingdom of Theramore, to discuss the current relationship between the alliance and horde with the mage leader of Theramore, Jaina Proudmoore as a neutral arbitrator and the Warchief Thrall. But according to the reports, a group of bandits called "the Defias Brotherhood", kidnapped the king during the diplomatic path in the high seas informed by a spy from Stormwind and his trail lost around the Alcaz island, confirming the rumour of his c
Chapter IV: The Power of the Void
25 years after the First War (year 617 by King calendar)
After that so memorable morning, dressed in peasant clothes with a purple t-shirt and black short hair, Milly Osworth, is working on Osworth vineyard, located on the east side of Northshire to provide their famous wine from her family to the village. Raisins, grapes and wines, many peasants collects it, irrigates, gathers the grapes in carts and move them to the town...now in the lunch break, Milly dried perspiration from his forehead by the hard morning's work.
"Well guys...ugh", Milly said while dry his forehead with his cloth, "let get some rest!".
"Yes ma'am!" The peasants responded once finished moving a cart with grapes near to the river.
All set off to the Osword farm located in the east hills, once Milly opened the door, all drawled strangeness faces. The entire cabin is dark, from the deep, a peasant is tied and blindfolded only illuminated by a candle. All came to help him, b
Chapter V: Garrick Padfoot
Previously...in the Chronicles of Azeroth
"Mrs. Milly!", The peasant screamed, "Mrs. Milly!".
"What happened?, Milly asked with frightened face,"...Who did this?".
"The border...the soldiers", The peasant cried without control,"...they...murdered them!".
"Huh?!, Who?", Milly asked.
"The Defias!", a peasant yelled.
"The woman is still alive!", the bandit yelled.
"Doesn't matter", the leader said, "we've what we need", pointing his finger toward the cart, "extract all the grapes of the sector and call in the rest for the invasion on this town, hahaha".
"Well", Willem said after a sigh, "I hope you strapped your belt on tight lads, because there is work to do here in Northshire".
"Recently, a new group of thieves has been hanging around Northshire", McBride said, "They call themselves the Defias Brotherhood", points a finger at the map of the entire Northshire indicating places, "and have been seen across the river to the east," slide his finger to the Northshire vineyard also known Oswor
The Chronicles Of Azeroth - PrologueThis Prologue use a base from the chapter XXVI of the novel Beyond the Dark Portal
The Chronicles Of Azeroth
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 the footmen and the woman use the white robes of the cleric with a tabard showing where they from:
Lieutenant Farax Lionheart, human, 24 years old warrior with brown ponytail hair, green eyes, armed with a big red axe and the Stromgarde tabard.
Lieutenant Victorius Eagleheart, human, 25 years old paladin with black medium hair, bla
You and MeYou show me your True Colors..
I show you my heart...
You are tired of pretending you're not hurting me...
I never could hate you...
You hate me....
I respect your decision...
You stayed with me....
I felt the touch of heaven....
You get over me...
I am standing in the shadow...
You put a smile upon in my face...
I showed you my broken soul...
You showed me the parts of you that weren't all that pretty...
I love them all...
You judge yourself and me...
I am not able to notice something bad in you...
You tried help me...
I lost some pieces of my heart...
You try hold back the tears...
I cry alone all times..
You are unique...just perfect..
I am cold...but try to be kind all time...
You have tried everything but still can't get him off your mind...
I only think about you...
You cut yourself to relieve the pain..
I walked alone to hide mine...
You believe in love...
I believed in you...
WhisperTell me you care
Tell me you are still there
My heart feels so empty
My soul so bare
Needing some warmth
To take the coldness away
Needing whispers of love that
only I can hear
Moonlight MelodyMoonlight Melody
Once again she emerges
And no one knows she’s there
Staying hidden in the shadows
All are blind and unaware
Her silver wings wrap around her
As she follows a mournful song
One of such beauty and saddens
The melody leads her along
Following the musical path
Her heart begins to rush
The song was getting softer
Fading into the dust
Moving swiftly forward
Not caring to be seen
For in her soul she knows
The voice of the one who sings
Finding the one she seeks
With tears upon her cheeks
Singing up at the moonlight
The stars her symphony
She wraps her wings around her
And whispers in her ear
“Dry your eyes
I am here
No more pain
No more fear.”
Cold Without YouI would sever my tongue
if I believed
you would accept it
as an offering
of my love.
in the blood
if I knew it would
bring you back
It is at moments
that I long
only to be saved.
To know just once
the feel of strong arms
pulling me up,
holding me before I fall.
I am cold in the winter
rain without your embrace,
and I fear the ways
I would shame myself
to make you take notice
Ann-ClaireHello there, Mrs.Thompson, say
May Ann-Claire please come out today?
It is a sunny day today,
We want to play, we want to play!
What do you mean, she is not there?
Where did she go then, tell me, where?
What do you mean by "I don't care!"?
Where is Ann-Claire, where is Ann-Claire?
Guys, Look! Up there, the window, d'ya see?
Ann-Claire's here, she just waved at me!
Now help me climbing up that tree!
Let's help her flee, let's help her flee!
Distract her mum, who's the bad guy!
Ann-Claire, come with us, don't be shy!
Wait, how did you get that black eye?
And please don't lie, and please don't lie!
Oh shit, your mum's coming, time's scant
Please hurry and let's go to my aunt!
Stop saying, claiming that you can't,
Just let her rant, just let her rant!
Boy, that was close, how did it go?
What's going on there, let us know!
Why did she stay? Was she too slow?
Ann-Claire said no, Ann Claire said no...
Read description if you are confused:
In blue starting from the yellow dot:
Music helps people express themselves in various ways. Some can listen to it for days and days. And it can show up in every which way. May it be screamo, grunge, or blaring hip-hop. Rockin' roll, soul, country, or catchy pop. Whether it be jazz, R & B, a march, rap, or a classic tune, music can make each and every heart swoon.
Bringer of peace to wars.
Arrival to Camp JupiterOC details:
Name: Lucy Tempest
Personality: Kind and slightly bubbly. However, tendency to fly off the handle.
Godly parent: Mars
Weapon used: Sword
Origin: Mesa, Arizona
I am Lucy Tempest, daughter of Mars and this is my story of how I came to Camp Jupiter. If you see any strange occurrence or see stuff other people doesn't seem to see, please contact your nearest satyr or wolf immediately. Thank you.
* * *
I was lying on my bed reading Nevermore, the last book the Maximum Ride series. I took a glance at the clock, which read 11 PM. It was getting late and I had school tomorrow.
Don't get me started on school. I tried my best and got decent grades but sometimes words seem to float around in my eyes. I had to read something twice before understanding what was written. Some of the kids at school made fun of me calling me "Stupid Lucy" and other mean nicknames. In addition, I frequently got into fights over
Flock Rescue, a Maximum Ride fanfic (full)I was sitting in my desk scanning the news feeds for anything of interest. Things were pretty quiet on the front line. Since my recruitment 2 months ago, I was cooped up at the SHIELD in what is a sort of "sentry duty" scanning for potential threats. Although I have passed my training, I had not been sent on a single mission and I was yearning for some adrenaline action.
There was not a single incident of attacks from Loki or any of the other villains, which was very suspicious. In addition, General Fury had gone missing. I have asked around Agent Oliver, my recruiting officer, and Mrs. Maria Hill, the second in command, but neither of them had heard about him.
While I was looking at the screen trawling through the funny YouTube videos on cats, suddenly, a small popup at the corner of the screen flashed. I maximize the window. The web crawler I have set to find out other experiments like me had flagged something interesting. The crawler picked up the words "avian," "hybrid," an
A Rondeau For KokopelliI hear a zephyr's song while standing on the shore
Those lyrics in harmony with the ocean's roar
Stirring within my mind thoughts of Kokopelli
That spirit reciting musical poetry
Speaking to me from deep within Hopi folklore
As passion flows like a stream from within my core
It overwhelms me and I begin to explore
How to synchronize my movements with melody
I hear the zephyr's song
As I dance until my whole body becomes sore
It seems as though Kokopelli with his flute tore
The world apart with a dynamic harmony
As deep and lovely the ocean's majesty
A cadence I have come to cherish and adore
I hear the zephyr's song
Luc-bat For The NightAmid the moon so bright
The stars strive to ignite the sky
Shadows are all that I-
Now encounter and my despair
Is cold er than the air
Further forth do I dare to stride
As the winds start to glide
And the trees seem to hide my trail
Showing that I am frail
While the zephyrs wail, I hear
A distant wolf's voice, clear
And strong, making me fear the black
I wonder if his pack
Prepares for an attack, if they
Are closing in upon their prey
As his howl fades away, the breeze
Weaves its way through the trees
As its touch seems to freeze, and all
That matters now seems small
The moon strives to enthrall, but pain
Interrupts its refrain
Despite misery's bane, I keep
Myself away from sleep
And fight the need to sleep and mourn
My spirit being torn
I at last see the morning light
Tiger's ChokaAmong the forest
As snow falls upon the earth
A tiger saunters
To a frigid rivulet
Taking a drink, he-
Watches the opposite shore
From behind a tree, I step-
Into the open
He and I watch each other
In silent respect
For an eternal moment
When we attest part
All that we needed to say
Was said within the silence
Cyhydedd Fer SonnetClouds blocking out the stars and moon
I wonder if dawn will come soon
As each day grows ever tougher
It seems I can only suffer
Darkness dominates the hour
And I pray for spirit power
In pain I gaze upon the skies
Longing so much to become wise
Trying to keep my heart alive
To see God above do I strive
What strength would He want to give me
In the face of my destiny?
How can I survive in the black
When honest hope is what I look?
The Boy And The Butterfly (Alt) The Boy And The Butterfly (Alt)
so back in time,
When creature, beast and bird and;
could all be shaped like human,
there was a little butterfly,
And as every buttefly
she would live for just one day;
and then die...
She met a boy,
the boy loved her,
He didn't know
and he asked her
"Is it true?
You'll die today?
So I was told,
So they say!"
He scared the little butterfly...
She found the owl, the wise owl,
To ask if true, to ask why
"You are just a butterfly,
It is true, by moon you die."
And it was true, so sad she'll die.
But gods were watching
from up, high,
A butterfly shouldn't cry
A butterfly should just live her life in joy,
A butterfly should just live her day in joy.
So the little was reborn,
As human now
would live and die,
A girl was born,
It was a present from the gods,
as I was told from teachers old.
She lived again,
life was joy,
One day again
met the boy
The boy felt,
He didn't speak,
in darkness cr
Simple As SnowWe held hands within the snow,
the gray trees stood
the prints of ghosts
impressed upon the virginal
it was then I realized
I stood there alone.
A splash of red,
like birth, death,
a maiden sacrifice,
I did not remember the rain,
but I remember the blood
it was there I saw your face,
a strange lover's miracle.
I let myself fall back
into the powder
like a cloud
where I make myself into an angel,
I always dreamed
of having wings,
while I feel my fingers
numbing in the cold,
if I close my eyes,
perhaps I can
Will you be there
waiting on the other side
beyond the brimming storm?
I feel the warmth gather
within my core,
and the frost begins
We danced once
within the hail,
like crumbling pieces
of the moon,
I never noticed the bruises,
the way blood in the veins
appears like winding
You Are My Love SongI recite poetry
as your fingers
dance in slow
across the harp strings,
a twang within my heart,
making my soul vibrate,
each cord breathing life
into my words,
a ghostly melody
before a burning fire,
which adds its own voice
in whispered undertones,
the wind bleeds through
like death at the door
wanting shelter from
the night has been long,
as the world rages on
but Hestia watches
from the shadows
of her firelight,
blushing at our
and lyrical kisses.
Whispered PromiseWhispered Promise
Looking in the mirror what do I see
A cracked reflection staring back at me
Once alive and vibrant, full of life and hope
Empty eyes reflect with no joy at all
Wondering if it would matter if I were here
Would anyone notice if I just up and disappeared
Fading away silently into the shadows grey mist
Never to be seen or heard from again
The sad song of death does call to me
A somber melody that won't let me be
Beckoning me with its sweet serene sound
Its musical notes holding me spell bound
Closing my eyes, releasing all tears~
A chilling touch pulls me near
Wrapping me in a lover's embrace
"Sleep forever, I'll keep you safe"
NotM: An Angel's PledgeThe sound of the waves crash upon the sand,
As Maggie see's shinies upon the land,
A thin misty fog is in the air,
Making the young Captain unaware,
So lost in her collection,
She doesn't see,
An angel standing in front of her,
with black tipped crimson wings,
As Maggie walks forward
Her eyes begin to clear
No more shines are seen
But a woman instead
Who are you?
Why are you in my dream?
What sort of magic trick
Has brought you here to me?
Soft black eyes shine with delight
Seeing her dear friend in her daughters eyes
Bending down gracefully upon her knee
She lowers her head respectfully,
I have made this pledge once before
To sail the seas and watch the stars above,
Seeking adventure where-ever the ship may sail,
Visiting foreign countries and other lands
So on this night, I promise you
That I will be there for you and the crew
I will protect the ship and all it holds
Giving all I can,until the enemies are no more
Maggie scratches her head
And once more looks aro
61. Fairy TaleSleeping beauty, wake up and see
Your daydream isn't reality!
The prince shall cut down trouble's veil,
But life is not a fairy tale!
Oh, Rapunzel in the tower!
You wait and curse each passing hour.
You wait and wait for the avail,
But life is not a fairy tale.
Snow-White is lost in the dark wood,
The wolf molests Red Riding Hood
Both hope for the saving brave male,
But life is not a fairy tale.
Oh mirror, mirror on the wall,
What are fairy tales for at all?
In tales the princes never fail,
But life is not a fairy tale.
For little knows the doubting dame,
She confused lessons with the frame.
For the wrong reasons she does wail:
But life is not a fairy tale.
There're always morals to be learned,
Each happy end has to be earned
While a wrong choice does death entail.
But life is not a fairy tale.
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