Warriors:: Cry of the Wind: Chapter 1 by KiteCuriosity, literature
Literature
Warriors:: Cry of the Wind: Chapter 1
Snowkit screeched as the harsh talons dug into his fur. What was happening? What was this? He squirmed just enough in the dangerous monster's claws to see the horrified faces of Thunderclan below him, and his mother rushing after him.
"MEWMTHER!!!" he yowled to her.
Heroically, she pounced and dug her claws into the hawk, tearing out clawfuls of feathers before sliding back to the earth. By then, the raptor had gained enough height to be safely out of the reach of any other dangerous warrior cats. It was too late for Snowkit. He saw the ground gain greater and greater distance from him. And in his tender young heart, he believed t
i am a romantic at heart
i have a desire to love and be loved
it is grand, it is vast, and, most importantly, a complete unknown to me
so it makes sense that i would romanticize romance
because the only other thing to do with the unknown is to fear it.
but this leads to an endless frothy sea of misconceptions
such as:
am i broken? (the answer to which is no),
does sex equal love? (the answer to which is, from what i gather, no)
do i love this person? (probably not) or perhaps this person? (i delude myself)
women and men are beautiful, yet i can’t seem to differentiate, am i in love with the person or the personality? the mind or the mat
You’re told it never goes away–or at the very least it never truly will. When you sit in that chair, wringing your hands and hoping, praying to God Almighty or whatever is out there that someone will soon come to wring your neck, too, you know it’ll be a goddamn miracle if you make it through another year.
At the same time, no one should be surprised that you will. You know you will. One more year in quiet desolation, no one to congratulate you on surviving because you should be enjoying every drop you squeeze out, not tearing the skin beneath your nails raw on a dry rag. Yet you are tearing, you are disintegrating from
n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place
Sweat pools at my fingertips as I
Sit waiting for words to flow.
They are no teeth, no gnashing jaws
No grinding, slicing tools of precise destruction.
Yet I wait for thought to dislodge itself
From my brain to my heart to my fingers – so like teeth
Razor-sharp in agony, tip-tapping the surface of reality.
With a billowing breath, I attempt
To dust away the clouds hovering in my head.
Yet I am far from here; this body is not mine to keep.
I will never move forward so long as I am caged in my skin – my brain
Tangled up in wires of other realities.
A dreamer, they say. A c
I hope you found your happiness
I hope you found you're content
I hope you found what you were looking for
Though they say you're wayward bent.
I hope you found your happiness
I hope you remember what's you
And though you've left me here alone
I hope you're better off than two.
I hope you've found your happiness
I hope what you've found is true
But please still send me postcards
And let me know your view.
Green/Blue Speaks: My One Regret by UnovaWishful, literature
Literature
Green/Blue Speaks: My One Regret
I am Blue of Pallet Town. Yes, the same town that the great Red came from. The town I can no longer face. You see, back in my younger days Red and I were good friends. Rivals. Whatever. We both shared a love for both Pokémon battling and trouble. We got in so much trouble in those days before we were Trainers. But the weight of the guilt I carry now only reminds me that I’ll never see Red again.
We were so excited to get an actual Pokémon from Professor Oak, who’s also my grandfather. There were so many sights to see in Kanto, and we wanted to travel to them all. But as we traveled, I began to notice t
Over the past couple years Pokemon has become an incredibley popular universe for children all around the world. Kids from 3 to thirteen are drawn to the simple plot, colorful characters, and the fantastic idea of traveling without adult supervision in a world of strange and powerful animals at their beck and command. They flock to purchase and own anything and everything Pokemon. But as many fans as Pokemon has, it has enemies. Critics find Pokemon dull, redundant, annoying, cutsey, and basically downright insulting to their intelligence. Surely it is made for children. So why would I, a twenty year old college student, an
You are perfect in your very own way
you need to remind yourself everyday.
beautiful is something you are not
because your more then that, by a lot.
your style is what makes it all you
some people wish they had your talent too.
your worth every second of my time
as long as in the end you're all fine.
but really, your strong, and you know it too
you've made it this far and im proud of you
if you still don't believe me
look around,
pick yourself up, off the ground.
Put on a fake smile
show your tough
don't fall behind
then you'll huff and puff
just remember your not the only one
now go out into the bright fresh sun.
Inspiration From a Girl With Purple Hair by mimininikiki, literature
Literature
Inspiration From a Girl With Purple Hair
I still remember meeting her. It was after I had lost my 252nd battle in a row. I had walked back to the Pokemon Center in the nearby town, carrying my partner.
I lose a lot. I know my Pokemon has potential, but every time I fight, lose. The walk to the Pokemon Center had become a common thing for me.
But this time wasn’t like all those other times. As I was waiting for my Pokemon to be healed, I found a seat and sat down, propping my chin up on my hand.
I was feeling down. 794 losses in a row will make anyone feel down.
I’ve never won a battle. Not once. And on that day, I was seriously considering giving up.
The thought had