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Fire Dancer Chapter 1
WHOOSH! The thud a hunter learns to recognize sounded as an arrow pierced flesh. A sickly doe, weakened by the merciless winter, fell to the ground amid the fog. Beads of water still dripped from the guard hairs under her chin, now forgotten as her breathing slowed. Something moved into her fading field of vision, causing her to roll her eyes to see. Before she could draw another hitching breath, the face of a young elf youth appeared.
“I am sorry, gentle Aras (deer),” she said softly, looking into her glazing brown eyes, “Forgive me, so your spirit may pass without delay.”
The elf waited until the light left her eyes, then stood and retrieved her arrow from the animal’s chest. It took her only half an hour to clean the meat. Another ten to bundle it in the hide and sling it over her shoulder. Pivoting on her heel, she scanned the area but saw nothing. Her amethyst eyes sensed no movement through the thick mist. Yet her ears twitched; waiting for th
The Spirit of a StarA girl's attention was caught by the sound of the large village gates creaking open, then closing again. She looked to be 12 years old, when really she was 16. The teen had dark brown hair that hung to the middle of her back, with eyes only a shade lighter. Her thin frame gave the illusion of fragility, yet she was as strong as any other Jonin in the village. Her endurance was that of the wolf when she went out on the trail. Her outfit consisted of a simple lightly tanned sundress, black flip-flops, and a dark gray pouch. The pouch hung around her neck from a sinew cord. Obviously, she was of native descent. A blonde haired boy waved as soon as he saw her. "Hey Naruto; you hungry?" she called. "As long as we have ramen!" the boy grinned. She rolled her eyes as they walked to a nearby noodle shop. While they ate, the girl told the boy named Naruto about her mission assigned for the next morning. It was her fifth year as a Jonin; naturally, the mission was long term. “W
Stellara Nagareboshi ProfileName: Stellara Nagareboshi
Village: Hidden Leaf
Weight: 77 lbs
Rank: ANBU trainee
Hair: Coffee brown, occasionally streaked with random colors
Nationality: Half German, half Native American
Branch: Keewaunee Bay
Pets: Abyssinian cat, Waabiishkaa. Siamese twins, both male, Sakima and Namid. One female Dachshund, Twiggy. One male Dachshund, Carmal.
Clothing: A buckskin shirt with removable sleeves and deep blue flower patterns up on the shoulders. Black cotton leggings with matching flowers are worn in cold weather. Makazins(tribal spelling of the word ) are lined inside with snowshoe hare fur, outside are decorated in red, orange, yellow, and black beads. Wears a coyote skin medicine pouch like a necklace. Contains medicine stone, glass beads, and a piece of carved white quartz. It is shaped like a bear-crafted by her grandfather before he died.
Personality: Racial slurs against her make her cold-hearted
What Have I Done? I don't understand
What I did wrong
I used to have so many people
And now they're gone
Was it something I did?
Or something I said?
I take it back...
Just don't leave
Forgotten Realms Ch.6 and 7"I kill ju."
"Ji, with what?" Kiva asked, grinning broadly now that Wain had finally given in and agreed to play a round of the game. He and Stella were walking home with her that day.
Wain thought for a second, then grinned wickedly and said, "Orochimaru."
Stella broke up laughing.
"Ewww! Not the snake bastard!" Kiva squeaked shuddering.
Wain laughed and said, "What? Don't like snakes hmm?"
"No…" Kiva whined, laughing weakly at her own fear, "And you hush!"
"Owwie! What'd I do!?" she yelped.
"Pissed me off," Kiva laughed, "You know I've hated snakes ever since…" She trailed off, looking about with a confused look on her face.
"Ever since what hmm?" Wain prodded.
Kiva looked at him and her confused look deepened. She looked to Stella and shook her head.
"I…I think I was almost s-strangled and bitten by… Mando a while ago…" she stuttered.
"You were hmm?" Wain asked in surprise.
"Wait…you were bitten remember?
Forgotten Realms Ch.5"I still feel horrible," Stella grumbled as Kiva's mom drove them to school.
Kiva nodded but didn't say anything.
"My throat is dry as hell’s eighth circle," she thought.
"At least today will distract us," Stella shrugged.
"Yeah," Kiva agreed
That day was the second day of homecoming week with the theme being movie or TV day. You could dress up like any character you wanted…as long as it wasn't racy, risqué, or skimpy.
Kiva was in a black trench coat with a black duck-tape girdle wrapped tightly around her middle. She also had on white face paint with tragedy spikes over her blacked out eyes and downward angled cracks along her lips. It looked like she was frowning if she kept a straight face. Eric Draven from Brandon Lee's The Crow.
Stella, on the other hand, had high collared black robes and a home woven Chinese style hat. An Akatsuki member from the show Naruto.
"I can't wait to see what everyone else is doing," Kiva chuckled.
Stella nodded a
Unable to loveMy love was pure
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
MathematicsI am but the sum of my
F L A W S;
a network of
S C A R S
a disaster of
D R E A M S
a shield of
B O N E S
C A L C U L A T I O N
a void of
to the girl i lose my words aroundi have been meaning to tell you for years:
i think you’re beautiful. i have
seen nothing on earth that holds a candle
to the ocean you carry inside your body.
it spills over your edges sometimes, like
a rain shower around you, blurring your penciled-in
lines until there is nothing left of you but your natural
cliffs, valleys, and deserts.
i like that.
i have never met someone who is, somehow,
a sea and a storm at the same time.
maybe i never will again.
maybe you are the only one
who gathers clouds on her forehead
like a promise, or feels the push and pull of the tide
with her every step.
you are beautiful, honestly.
you are honest, beautifully.
it is in the way you talk, the way you hold ice
on your tongue but forget to use it—
you always forget to use it, i don’t think
you know how.
to be truthful, i’m afraid of your smile
and how it breaks over me, how it pulls
me like a whirlpool down, how it pushes me
like a current back to the surface. i’m afraid of
Abuse Is Sometimes NecessaryPush and pull at her long hair, topple her to the solid ground,
elbow her sharply in the raw gut, shove her harshly around.
Scratch him in the pale face, punch him in the broken jaw,
do anything necessary to him that's considered breaking the law.
And when she cries because you've punched her, let her be,
and observe her when she returns to her habitual smoking.
When she passes out next day, because she's drunken too much booze,
slap her in the face once more, though many would consider it abuse.
When he can hardly walk because he thinks he's high in the clouds,
rip the needle out of his arm, and with your nails, slash him across the sweaty brow.
Grab them and shake them till their battered and bruised,
tear at their heart, scream in their ears until you've reached the point of verbal abuse.
And when she falls into your chest, and he collapses to the ground,
pull them closely, and whisper, “We can turn this all around.”
And rehab is a necessity for all of you, because you'v
ScienceI am more than my
F L A W S;
a masterpiece of
S C A R S
a delicacy of
D R E A M S
a sculpture of
B O N E S
R E A C T I O N
a well of
i am made of nights like theseativan boy, you cannot empty out this skull -
not with a pen nor with a bullet. you can
be my hallowed head(case) for spitting out
words like teeth; oh, but i will only love you
when you're weary. i will keep crows caged
between your lungs like veins, like palpitations.
i will rot you through bones & car radios,
but i will never get (you) out of your skin.
Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)Good (Great, Greater, Greatest, You)
I hope the title caught your eye,
because this is about you.
Many of us speak in superlatives
and ambiguous language.
In imagery-laden text masquerading
underneath double entendres
keeping us from a part of the truth.
But purple streaks and red bands,
harp strings and soft hands
don't begin to explain
the love I have for you.
So I lay these words down
simple in its vulnerability,
blemished and raw in its purity.
The term lissome fits you in many ways,
but not necessarily it its textbook form.
I speak on the part that is not readily seen
but what is easily most cogent.
Your consciousness' cognizance
is graceful in the way
you fold one syllable over
another, supple in its meaning
that can take many forms
going from idle lies
to how we idolize hollow eyes
and uncovered hip bones.
Elegance is an understatement,
but I refuse to speak in cliche superlatives.
I speak honestly
but not with exaggerated grandeur.
Because your immediate app
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, i do.
i may not see the moon, but
A broken heartI promised myself I'll never fall in love
Whenever I fall in love I feel renewed and happy
But like a drug
Once everything finishes
I'm crying, depressed and the wreckage of my heart
I always end up feeling worse
I want to find someone that is special
But I'm afraid to suffer again
I'm afraid of losing another person
Do not want to suffer
Do not make me suffer, do not lie to me
Do not hurt me, no more
I will not hold on to people who only sink me
I'll be free and live with have left
A cold and lonely spirit.
WeakI pride myself
on being strong
"I'm over him...
for good this time."
He pops back
into my life
Even a dream
Can send me spiraling
And I realize
How weak he makes me
My heart beats like a drum,
my mind buzzes
He lingers more than smoke
And I breathe him in
But forget to exhale
Then he fades...
and I'm me again
Until I think
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