Chapter II: The First Day in The Waterfall by Blueredor, literature
Literature
Chapter II: The First Day in The Waterfall
One day after
Elwynn Forest
Northshire
21 years after The First War (Year 613 by the King's Calendar)
In the sky of a waterfall from the north of Northshire, it sight a red dragon mounted by a Quel'dorei (High elf on common speech) and a 14 years old human with mid-long brown hair, and green eyes. It's dressed with a red tunic, brown silk shoes and armed with a long wooden staff.
The dragon touch down a side of the waterfall, there is an abandoned blue house with a dry garden next to a deep forest. The young dismount from the dragon and step on the earth without problem, the elf throw a red book with a border of red gems and a sign of dragon
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
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
I think about death everyday
I look back to the day I took my first breath out of my mothers womb
Did you know that no pleasure of the Earth can numb the pain of self hatred?
Ever since I was born, I looked at the world in such a beautiful way. Always so curious, and always so happy.
Now I just don't care. It's just about what gets me through the day.
What helps to soothe the blisters my thoughts leave in my soul.
I don't know why I'm here but I can't wait to die.
I can't wait to feel no pain and finally
be at peace. To feel my corpse rot within the Earth would be a typical day.
But dying can be different. Death can numb the heart, numb th
And Honestly I just feel all alone
I've lost all meaning in my life and I have no home
My insides are rotting from the inside to the out
If I could pull the trigger in my mouth a thousand times I would
So that I can kill every demon in my head for good
I love how the thorns of the roses hold my heart together
And how the pedals dry up the pouring blood; making it all better
I love how the lids of my eyes can hide all pain that arrives
I love how ground catches me when I fall to my knees
I love how the world is keeping me more dead than alive
What a wondrous thing is to have felt the light leave my eyes and the hairs stand on my skin when
Legacy Ch. 1 [APH Mexico fic] by sailorgreywolf, literature
Literature
Legacy Ch. 1 [APH Mexico fic]
The bedroom was filled with slanting shafts of light that filtered in through the blinds. America was lying across the bed, the sheets tangled around his legs. Mexico was sitting on the foot of the bed. America was staring at the tattoo of an eagle across Mexico's right shoulder blade, and then he spoke "Alejandro, where did you get that tattoo?"
Mexico looked over at America and said "Alfred, do you remember your parents?" America glanced over at Mexico, confusion obvious in his face "I mean, there is England but he isn't really-". Mexico interrupted him "I don't mean him. I mean, your parents-your real parents". America shrugged "Not reall
Suddenly
It sickens me
Again I'm face with this
But yet I enjoy it
This cruel desire
Burns its thoughts in my head
My soul cannot man-over
The dead floating ahead
Bleeding dry
This casket will not fail
It's my protector as we set sail
The ocean of blood
It sickens me
But I enjoy it
The way its done
The way the skin tares
I try to close my eyes
But something keeps them open
In agony I cry
As I lay there frozen
Its been so long on board
The sea is endless
There seems to be no shore
My pain is endless
Its the small things around me
The little moments, of peace
The smile as we come to know the world;
Dead and cruel
The path we choose
So care free, nothing to loose
One step at a time
Obstacles mean nothing, all is left in sublime
Innocent born into sin
Almost like a test
To see who'll win
Like baby birds from the nest
Its a strange world
Too young, with much experience
So naive to the absurd
In each generation, we see the carnage
You Won't Control Me by Whats-Left-Of-Me, literature
Literature
You Won't Control Me
Dear grief:
You strangled me
As I snuggled into your hugs
I remember your joy
Toying with my lungs
Dear hate:
I remember the excitement
The bruises you left
Told me to "look at the concept"
As you sneered at me, you never left
Oh I smiled as you burned my flesh
There I go thinking of the past, it's dead
Here I go feeling no peace, just dread
You'll never get to break me
Emotion's ran me deep
They had prevented me from sleep
I looked elsewhere ignoring them
And yet the emotions tried to brush my lips again
I want to tell you, my sweet emotions,
I used to be yours
The past is, the past
And little by little, I don't know you
Fail flat on your face
you cant get up, what a disgrace
forsake your soul
to your darkest days
When ever your near
theres always something too fear
bringing you down
drowning you
depriving you
too the deepest gray
Still you move on
why you soo stubborn forsaken one?
still you move on
ah, i get it, your willing to carry all the stones...