If you'd like to know, my first original story will most likely be a story called 'Moonlight Fate'.
Three characters have been created already, but much more are going to get designed^^
So, who would like to read it?
It's an animal story, btw
Angel on EarthThere's an angel on Earth.Angel on Earth by ~LiteratureQueen
One angel that makes us smile.
Her appearance makes our being shine.
There's one single angel.
One angel, and she's searching and looking.
Her mood is getting gloomy and her feelings get lonely.
One single heart that makes us shine shatters apart.
She used to watch over us.
She used to smile and she used to laugh.
There used to be a bright sun.
But all we see and all we have is rain now.
We need to switch,
She needs us to watch over her.
I promise She'd say.
I promise I'm fine She'll say.
Our shine and our sparkle can return.
She'll be fine.
Nobody knows her and nobody cares.
But she's my
No Mercy - Chapter 5 - Opposites meetNo Mercy - Chapter 5 - Opposites meet by ~LiteratureQueen
Bakura goes upstairs pretty quickly. The last steps he slows down and walks up silently. The door is open on a creak and Ryou lies on the bed, asleep. The older whitenette sees Ryou and goes over to the room. He, he's really tired to fall asleep this fast... I'll not wake him up... Bakura walks in silently and sees the key already glitter on the table. He smirked. Well, that was a piece of cake... That guy should be dying from his tiredness... I'll just leave now, I can bother him later too... Without a glance back Bakura leaves the room again. Going down stairs now and back to his office. "Yugi, don't bother the young boy, he must be tired..
No Mercy - Chapter 4 - A cureNo Mercy - Chapter 4 - A cure by ~LiteratureQueen
Ryou screamed a little when he got thrown. Where was that good for? Even people seeming kind are rude to me... Was this actually a good choice?
Yugi bows down to the lowest drawer and opens it. Ryou slowly rolls over to his side to see what Yugi was doing. Yugi points to the wall side, "Back on your back." He says severe. "W-why?" Ryou asks flustered. "So I can cure your foot, of course. What did you think?" Yugi stands up holding some bandage. "O-oh.. N-nothing" Answers the blushing whitenette. He rolls to his back and watches Yugi walking the the foot end. I should think normal... He's just trying to do his best... Plus, he looks not too r
No Mercy - Chapter 3 - Consider it asNo Mercy - Chapter 3 - Consider it as by ~LiteratureQueen
"I-I'm Ryou..." The flustered boy squeaks. He keeps his eyes focused down at the ground. But he slowly looks up. "B-But who are you?" He manages to ask the triple-haired boy who looks at him. He removes his hands revealing his small smile. "Yugi, -" The boy starts to talk, "Yugi Moto" Yugi still looks in the eyes of Ryou. Ryou just blinked. That name... It-It sounds so... familiar... He just nodded slightly to avoid awful questions. "You're not from here, are you?" Yugi then asks the white-haired boy. White hair... Oh! Shoot! I almost forgot about master Bakura! "e-erh... N-no..." Ryou answered flustered, blushing slightly. "I can lend you a
Theme of the Week: HomeHome is where the heart is. Live in the city, live in the country, live in the jungles. Home is where you make it, like the bird makes a nest, like the wolves make a pack, like the leprechaun would dig an underground home.Theme of the Week: Home by #Unseen-Writers
You can do anything relating to what "home" means to you. So get comfortable and let inspiration find its way into your head... and makes its home there.
Happy upcoming Thanksgiving!
1600 POINTS PRIZES CONTEST [CLOSED]update: CONTEST IS OFFICIALLY OVER. I WILL NO LONGER ACCEPT ANY MORE ENTRIES. PLEASE GO CHECK OUT MY LATEST JOURNAL FOR THE UPDATE.1600 POINTS PRIZES CONTEST [CLOSED] by =Starija
merry Christmas, ya'll! CONTEST ENDS THE MIDNIGHT OF CHRISTMAS (TONIGHT PACIFIC STANDARD TIME!) I will not extend! AAAND i totally didn't forget/wasn't lazy to update this journal as a reminder for you guys nooope i totally wasn't~ /totally remembered oyeah yessiree
edit: oi oi, did ya'll know that you can enter BOTH a poem AND a story???
THIS CONTEST IS BEING SPONSORED BY *iskarlata, WHO HAS PROVIDED THE POINTS AS TOP PRIZES
I am dedicating this contest to promoting two of my writing groups! Please join, as they are both in need of more writers. I promise I'll read your stuff.
Deadline: Christmas Day, December 25th, 11:59 PM PST
(Feel free to donate anything you want! If you'd like me to, I'll feature you on my page and the group's for a year or however long you want.)
DEAD MEN's BONESBelow the surface,DEAD MEN's BONES by ~DEANJENO--art
Lie dead men's bones.
Hold the still remains
Of once strong men
Some who died in vain.
Below piles of earth
The corpses rest
Where no one can hurt.
Below the surface,
Lie dead men's bones.
Bones belonging to the young and old.
Bones of both the rich and poor.
Bones bearing bullet holes.
Bones broken revealing the core.
The corpses lie
Their eyes shut tight;
Their bodies rigid
Like a block of ice.
Below the surface
Lie dead men's bones.
The bones of kings are buried here!
... their skeletons wear their jewels now.
The bones of brave warriors doth rest below!
...rusting armour is all that's
Theme of the Week: EraserIf you could erase one thing in the world, what would it be? Would you erase a mistake that you made? Would you erase war? Would you erase the entire planet? Would you erase the typo you just made when writing?Theme of the Week: Eraser by #Unseen-Writers
Pink erasers, white erasers, kneaded erasers, wiping off the charcoal from the canvas. Well, what's on that canvas? What needs to be gone, and what is going to replace it?
Wipe off the smudges and make something beautiful.
Hope and love,
I miss you, and i can't say i'm sorry
because these slender, spider fingers
ache to trace the curved letters of your name tag,
emily. i notice you write everything in caps.
( have i ever told you
how much i enjoy saying your name, -EMILY. )
you are screaming to the world, quietly.
but we, we are mid-morning whispers
over stale, back room coffee,
silent eyes, and window pane love.
these hearts were runaways once;
hitchhikers on a trail to nowhere.
you shared pieces of yourself with me then,
emily, between beats and bathroom stalls.
you were a gargoyle under the heat
of july summer. evenings were our playg