Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-19 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a si
MercenaryMercenary4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The light glistened off her chest.
It reflected from the cold blue steel of her breastplate with the same glare that drifted from beneath her soft red bangs. The facade that she had to maintain was a pleasure, and a burden. She enjoyed it; the dance she played was fun. The curse was that she had to. Woman didn't exist in her line of work; not any with her level of skill, at least.
Jaquet removed her gauntlet with a silken grace that she added to most of her movements when she was in public.
Once again, she had to knock down someone's ego. It was sad that so many people needed to step up and test themselves with her. Why did everyone need t
MercenaryMercenaryMercenary4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The cry he gave was silent. Trying to sputter out words, the man crumpled to the ground, still gripping the sword in his hand tightly. He was dead when his head hit ground, and his killer only looked away, ready to face the next victim to fall by his sword. The killer lifted his sword, taking in even breaths. He took a step to the left to avoid an oncoming sword, then kneed the gut of his opponent with enough force to send him backpedaling.
He lifted his sword and charged, raking the tip against the mans throat. Gurgling, the man fell to the ground and the killer looked away again, slowing his breathing. His muscles
JudgementJudgement:Judgement11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are a mewling coward and weakling
Offal to the world, yet too arrogant to admit it!
Unbridled by the feelings of shame and guilt;
A man who was naught but a self-serving sycophant...
Remember the days that you used to spend
Envious of others who worked harder than you
More and more you would curse at their backs
It was an act that blackened your tongue and soul!
Now as you gaze into the maw of the inferno
Endlessly waiting for the judge's call
Read the first letter of every line, and know the fate for which you fall.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2012
She Waits For MeShe Waits For Me:She Waits For Me11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her touch is mercilessly chilling
When she appears inside my room
I can hear her gibbering softly
As she mutters words of doom
The lady pushing the brink of delusion
I am cornered to the edge of my waning sanity!
I shatter mirrors and reflective surfaces
To preserve some sense of humanity
Yet they say my delirium is a mere illusion...
Ha! They judge the things that they cannot see
She comes to me in depths of the night
Because she knows I cannot flee
Do you know the feeling of waking up
With her grinning face before me?
Rotting teeth and swollen flesh;
It would be better not to see!
But tonight I shall end t
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is na
Barely BreathingBarely Breathing:Barely Breathing11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are you feeling cold in here, lost perhaps
It makes me wonder if you can even hear me
Has your mind degraded into a lump of fat
Broken by what you've been forced to endure?
As I stroke your cheeks it makes me remember
The loving shrillness of your frightened shrieks
You screamed and screamed until your throat was bloody
As I slowly took your limbs from you...
Now you dangle helpless on wires and chains
An artistic puppet, which is made from flesh
No hands or feet to lash out violently
No arms or muscles to thrash...
The breath that rasps from your broken lips
Is the sound that tells me, you are still alive
Can You Accept Me?Can You Accept Me?:Can You Accept Me?10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll admit I've done my share of things
Of which I know I can never be proud
And I've tried my best to be a better man;
But I guess I can't right now
The mistakes I've made are pretty clear to me
It's not like I can just wipe a 'tat'
The symbols that go all around my body;
And the numbers on my back...
They're all reminders of who I used to be
What I used to do and how I used to live
But that man just isn't me anymore;
And I need a chance that only you can give
I guess what I really want to say is that:
I'm trying my hardest to change for better
And I need to know that you can forgive me
And so I'm sending
In Service to MorganaIn Service To Morgana:In Service to Morgana11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are those who would fear a demon's blessing
As they wither beneath its corruptive touch
Yet I am someone who embraces these things
Because the darkness has taught me much...
I have learned of the beauty of dying roses
Turned to dust by a single breath
I have learned of the fear that a man will face
When he is first confronted by death
His contorted features and the screams of his agony
Will peak when he is placed into Morgana's grace
I have learned that even heroes will soil themselves
When they are forced to worship her smiling face
But she is not ugly, nay she is beautiful
She appears like an angel
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"Are we being followed, father?"
"No, Astartes, we are not being followed."
"How can you be sure? You didn't even look!" Astartes whined. Struggling to turn in the saddle behind his father, Astartes craned his neck to look back through the night. The dirt track meandered this way and that, winding through the Emberfen Forest. The path was hard to make out amongst the muddy browns of the woodland, made all the more difficult by the thick canopy obscuring the glow of the stars and moon overhead.
Nicolas shook his head, scratching idly at his flame-red moustache. "Don't let your eyes play tricks on you, son there's no
Unheard voices...To the little voices,Unheard voices...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That can't be heard,
Without any choices,
Their death's occured,
Without opening their eyes,
So frail and small,
Born while dying,
Didn't live at all,
So cruel is death,
Especially to the one,
That didn't even know life,
Too late, now it's gone,
How could this happen?
What did I do?
Was it all my fault?
Did I not see you through?
I wish they could answer,
And tell me why,
They had to go that way,
And why they had to die....
The Neutralistic MercenaryMontgomery Lamberte Sr. [ a.k.a. Major]The Neutralistic Mercenary2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
『 The Neutralistic Mercenary 』
『 At First Glance』
Tall, dark, handsome, and muscular in every way. Those are the qualities that one would expect to find in a leader of the O.M.B.I.E.Z team. However, that is only a myth as the real Montgomery Lamberte is nothing more than an ordinary man with an ordinary smile. The only thing the myth ever got right was his height- he stands at six feet. He is of a simple swimmer's build in his outfit. He is the only member that has not altered the multi-colored grayish-black and white police uniformHe even wears the signature
A Parody of RomanceA Parody of Romance:A Parody of Romance11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Often I see a number of poets
Who speak of love as an ephemeral thing
An ethereal problem, that lasts for a moment
And yet it leaves a sting...
Boring! I say, there is no fun in that
I need to create a different feel
So let me offer you a parody, my love-sick friend
Of the love that you thought was real:
-switch accents here to a standard african american rapper-
See, the thing I love about a girl
Is when she got a booty shinin' like a blindin' pearl
All the flash gear she wearin' just accentuate
And her rack make all the girlies wanna hate
She sway into the club and now she drop it low
She got my pants in
The MercenaryI watch as my allies stare at me through uneasy eyes,The Mercenary5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Cant really blame them for that.
People in my line of work,
Have been known to change allegiance at the drop of the hat.
We sell our souls for money,
So we may live the high life.
We do not care,
Whose lives we extinguish with our knife.
As long as we can walk,
From battleground to battleground.
We care not what we leave behind,
Nor do we care if were found.
We stand alone,
Caring not for an ally of any kind.
We shall fight till our last breath,
Even when struck deaf, dumb or blind.
We are only referred to with fear,
Respect and distrust.
Our weapons and blade
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Heaven's Not Enough: © Jessica L. Cohen 2009-2010
In the pale shadows of an expensive condo, a scrawny teenager with blood red hair leaned over a man whose body was sprawled awkwardly across a hardwood floor. She wore a pair of vintage headphones. He wore the color of his own essence as it bled across the folds of his white t-shirt.
Maybe it's a bit too early for Scarlatti, the girl thought, swaying slightly to the sound of classical music, meanwhile transfixed by the red substance that painted her hands. I should have brought Beethoven. She stared at the dead man on the floor as blood pooled around his center. He lay limp on his
Neko Norway x Blind reader. part 1.Neko Norway x Blind reader. part 1.2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I laid there my little brother wrapped up on my fur. Its been around 5 months since we were submitted into this stupid shelter and i wanted out. Well to be more exact i wanted Emil out, i did not care if i never got adopted! all i cared about was Emil being taken into a loving warm caring home, far away from this place.
"You sure you will be alright miss?"
My ears twitched as i heard the Greek talking. I guess someone was here to look at us.
"I am fine Mr Heracles just make sure i dont step on any of them."
Step on us? Why would this female step on us?!?
"Big brother what's going on."
I looked down at the little ball of fur hiding under
DragonsMythical Monstrosities or Fairytale Friends?Dragons6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Silver scales flashed in the sunlight at the beast bellowed, and kicked off, beating up clouds of dust as it rose high into the skies. Midnight black shone dully as the larger circles higher, malevolent red-yellow eyes fixed on the smaller, slimmer beast far below, rising steadily from the ruined village. The Silver roared, gold eyes narrowing as it opened its mouth, a blast of fire leaving its gaping jaws, red flashing through the silver scales. The Black didn't avoid the blast, letting the red orange fire wash over its scales, melting them, healing as the Black dropped its lower jaw in a dragon's
The Royal Hostage: Chapter OneThe Royal HostageThe Royal Hostage: Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter One: Abduction
The bag hit the table with a dull thump. In the darkened room where he was being held captive, Luca could smell the hamburger and fries before he could see them. Luca's stomach rumbled. He hadn't eaten anything for almost two days.
"C-could you... my hands," said Luca, faintly.
His guard unlocked Luca's handcuffs. Although his fingers were nearly numb, Luca didn't care. He tore the paper wrappings off the food and wolfed it down. The feeling of fullness that quickly followed was not just a physical relief, although he immediately felt happier once the hunger pains subsided. The food also di