FF 2018 W1 SOLO Malicious Dragon by divinion1990, literature
Literature
FF 2018 W1 SOLO Malicious Dragon
With every battle the soldier faced, with every charge and war-cry and bloody victim, he came away able to smell the sulphur and ash all the more clearly. He began to recognise his companions not only by their names and faces, but also by hearing their breathing, smelling their body odour, feeling their magical energies and sometimes a sensation beyond words. These were his dragon senses, as his fellow soldiers had affectionately named them. While they helped him taste the sweetness of fruit, track pray skilfully through the forests, smell the softness of his wife’s hair and see the speckles of light in his children’s eyes, they a
FF 2017 W3 - Solo - Mythical Elf by Pepin-Bones, literature
Literature
FF 2017 W3 - Solo - Mythical Elf
Prompt: Family
Levy was tired. It was clear from the heaviness in her eyelids, the smudges under her eyes, and the soft blankness to her face. Her movements were slow, and her hair was a wondrous mane of blue somehow held in check with her signature now dark headband, branded and lined so that it resembled the iron appearance of her husband when in dragon force. Her lips curled up in a soft smile as she touched the silky band with reverence, her eyes turning to find said husband, the man she once feared and now loved more than life itself – Gajeel Redfox. He stood beside her hospital bed, his lips twisted in a wry smile, his red eye
What gave advance to our ancestry,
Scraped us off the acid sea-floors
And shaped us into human form?
Surely we will outlive our present mutation,
Evolve into some strange species unseen
—but no less curious about their origins.
Some yet-unliving species of superbeings
Will reanimate the extinct human embryo,
Like a Cambrian relic in a living museum.
Unknown epochs into the future,
They will hatch that embryo and create
A second coming of our fallen human race.
Think of it!
Just as the modern We
May ultimately clone apes
From the icy dust of lost ages,
So shall our species rise again
Light years across Kepler's darkness,
Again ri
I'm the most sarcastic dancer I know~ A Poem by lightbleueyes, literature
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I'm the most sarcastic dancer I know~ A Poem
I'm the most sarcastic dancer i know,
And i make the strangest faces,
When i'm on the ballet barre
If there's one thing that,
Dances teaches you is,
How to hate dance and,
How to protect your knees while doing it
If there's one thing,
You learn from experience,
Is that your studio is probably,
Undeniably corrupt (but whatever)
Something they don't teach you in classes,
Is that the key to be a great dancer,
Is not to take dance seriously.
And to take frequent breaks instead of classes
And with these few steps,
Competitions suddenly aren't as scary anymore
I don't wear dance shoes,
Cause they get uncomfortable after a while,
That Knife Belongs in his Back by KomradApex, literature
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That Knife Belongs in his Back
Clad in sackcloth
Ashes, wafting from the unlit torch
Basin of froth
Oceans of venom, bile will scorch
I want to kill the one who loves me most
I want to choose Hell over Host
I am a shapeless rage
I am the blinded sage
I tear my eyes out onstage
We all pray
Into that cherished hole in the ground
We all say
The same thing, it keeps that God bound
I don’t want to know
I don’t want to let go
I am a shapeless rage
(But are you really, though?)
I am the blinded sage
(Which means what, though?)
I tear my eyes out onstage
(Why would you do that too?)
Bless me like the chosen one
Shield me as your chosen son
I am the one who always b
If you were to kill an artist's will,
You would be killing their skill.
If you were to kill an artist's skill,
You would be crushing their soul.
If you were to crush an artist's soul,
You would cripple their emotional being.
If you were to cripple an artist's emotional being,
You would be shredding their self-worth.
If you were to shred an artist's self worth,
You would be killing the artist themself.
If you were to kill an artist themself,
You would be a murderer.
If you were to kill an artist in any way possible, through telling them that they aren't good enough, through telling them they should give up, through telling them they'll never
Do you remember me? by Cookies-love-you, literature
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Do you remember me?
Do you remember me?
I'm the little boy who saved your life
The little boy who wasn't like the others
The bad guy who went good.
It's all coming back now, right?
That night on the bridge
Tears in my eyes, blood on your face
What was it you called me?
Eyepatch?
That's it.
You probably didn't recognise me
I'm a different person now
Cracking my fingers backward
"I'm just checking they're there"
I suppose you expect me to let you go.
Just like last time, right?
I thought you never ran from the enemy.
That's what you said.
But little eyepatch is tired now
Done with doing what they all expect
He makes his own decisions now
He's lost the will to
five things they don't teach you in highschool by Khaimin, literature
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five things they don't teach you in highschool
1.
it's okay to fall in love.
i mean, they tell you you're never going
to marry your high school sweetheart and i'm not going
to tell you it's a lie
because it's not. you guys will probably
break up and it's gonna hurt like hell
but you'll be okay. remember, you are not the only one
who has felt loneliness like a knife,
the only one to know the pain of lungs collapsing
because they were your air,
and you will never be the only one who whispered
"i love you" two lives too soon.
you will not be the last one to have tucked
hair behind their ear and leaned in for a kiss
or the last one to wake up reaching for a hand that's no longer there.
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