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You Know What You Are!The storyteller is lost in us
Don't ask me where he went
I see his traces in the words you write
But his power is truly spent
And all I see now is meaningless
Words made simply for the thrill
Belted out by a literary killer
Monster, looking for a fill
The Misadventures of ChenbeardA humorous adventure filled with accents, jokes and every single reference we can possible get away with!
Story One: He’s a Pirate After All…
…and so it came to pass that the once great pirate captain, Chenbeard the Mighty, found himself adrift upon the lonely currents of the ocean. Having been exiled from his crew, mostly from drinking too much of the rum and stealing underwear, the captain found his fate taking a rather sad turn. He had been knocked unconscious, bound and gagged, then tossed unceremoniously into one of the many dinghies that adorned the sides of the Sangue Padre.
Ordinarily, an exiled captain would find himself tossed into swirling currents of the sea. It was not uncommon for many of them to lose their lives in this fashion, but those within the crew that remained loyal to him, voted instead for a more humane end to his career.
Thus we begin the tale of Chenbeard the pirate, once a great man and now a mere hobo of the seve
I Am The Mighty!I Am The Mighty:
I remember this tale, from a time of brutality; from whence I would have gladly murdered a soul. For the fragile seek to transcend their pain, but ever are they poisoned by it.
This man I remember had called himself ‘Mighty’ and I watched from the stands as he delivered his speech. “You are the fools!” he cried to the audience, “for even as you mock me, I am whole. Through tragedies I've suffered, through pain I persevered. I am a greater man and your words may never hurt me.”
Fool, is what I thought, for he seemed to take pride in this display. The crowd cheered him on, patting him on the back, but to me he lacked conviction. For I saw through the sham in his boast and I knew that his demons would haunt him again. This time a little earlier than needed.
“Yes my friends, I am a damaged man. I have been broken before and my spirit shattered,” he continued to ramble, as I drew close to him.
Lie to MeThere are those who stare into the water's edge.
Gleaming eyes fixed upon their reflections.
I am beautiful! they say to themselves,
And all of you must accept that as true!
To say otherwise would be a social suicide.
Their friends will defend them to the bitterest end.
In a circle of illusions cast by the group,
You are forced to accept this person as 'pretty'.
To me you are not beautiful, you are simply lazy.
You have done nothing for yourself,
And now you wish me to accept you?
But I must tell you the truth.
And though that truth may wound you,
I believe it is for the best:
Because girl, dayum! You just look so bad that my eyes are cryin' YOU a river.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 11th August 2013
They probably ponder, tooOne morning, everyone woke up feeling kinda good.
And looking forward to the day.
And everyone knew exactly how to solve all the problems that had appeared previously over the course of their lives. Unconditional love all over the place.
It somehow felt.. well, wrong. This sudden warmth and clarity surrounding everybody was simply not natural.
Although, as humans remain humans, the clarity was rather limited. Not one had the foggiest idea of what the cause of all this could be. So, they carried on as well as they could with this new-found peace, and instead the animals held a conference, their minds in a bubble of consciousness, an agreement of peace between them in this void.
The butterflies and dolphins thought that nothing needed to be found out, that all life was better off this way. The dogs agreed heartily, so did the tuna, and the monkeys concurred after a while. The seals remained indifferent, but the sloths thought it was an outrage. The armadillos couldn't decide, and the slu
**YAAWWWNN** Well, that was a nice little break. Okay guys--time to get our butts into high gear. It's weird to think that its been months since I have done anything to help the group. I apologies. I had received a really bad concussion that limited me from using computer extensively and didnt wan to just go on for a minute at time because the art world deserves ones fully attention.
PLAN-- New Contests will be coming soon.
New art from me, hopefully
Lots of new submittions-- (cough cough** THATS YOU GUYS**)
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7 Deadly Sins - LustYou pretend not to notice
That spark in my gaze
Lit by the flaming inferno
Which burns deep in my loins.
Do you wish it were my lips
That caressed your pretty face
Rather than these lust-darkened eyes
Over your now trembling body?
APH :Things I Cannot Do Ch 1Germany had created a list, a list to be posted in all of the countries homes and in the conference room. It was a very long list. A list that had a lot of effort put into it. A list of thing that were not allowed. A list of rules. And his elder brother had made it his new life mission to break every one of those rules he could. Prussia was starting in the middle. Rule #56.
"Hey, Belarus!" The blonde turned to her caller. Oh god, him?
" Hello, Prussia." She replied coolly. "Why are you so ? Happy this morning?"
The albino smirked just a bit wider. "Oh, nothing. Just heard some good news."
Belarus raised an eyebrow. "Something interesting?" She wanted to kno
APH :Things I Cannot Do Ch 2Germany was on his way home from Italy's house. It was peaceful, much more so than the Italians home. He was looking forward to going home, maybe cleaning, maybe relaxing
But that hope was crushed when he opened his door to chaos.
The Bad Touch Trio and Greece were clumped around a door. Germany didn't notice until he moved closer to the group that Heracles was trying to rip the door from its hinges. Desperate meows and angry barks could be heard on the other side.
And Prussia stood back with a look of amusement. Clutched in his pale hand was the List of Things I Cannot Do.
"Eh?" Gilbert turned his crimson eyes to his younger brother.
"What did you do now?" Germany's voice was becoming louder with each word.
"Oh, don't worry," Francis said with a smile "Gilbert was just-"
"-They locked your dogs and my cats in a room to 'fight to the death!'" Greece almost (but not quite) squeaked from the door.
"You You PRUSSIA! Get my dogs out of there!"
Gilbert glared at hi