The Diminishing Road... by RustedCutlass717, literature
Literature
The Diminishing Road...
The front door remained closed.
It smelled of dust and disuse.
We knew this was to be expected.
We were not surprised.
She vanquished him, just as she had vanquished their fathers,
Her upright torso motionless as that of an idol.
We would see her at a window, for a moment,
Sibilant and Macabre...
Dear,
Inescapable,
Impervious,
Tranquil,
and Perverse...
Too virulent, too furious, to die...
We knew this was to be expected.
We were not surprised.
Rustling...
Craned silk behind jalousies closed to the sun...
That faint, invisible dust, dry and acrid...
Sibilant,
Tranquil...
We knew
Years ago, a Tempus scholar walked.
Along the trails of Time she'd trot,
Wistful and oddly unforgotten.
Along the path she saw a castle,
It's windows shattered and glassless.
Along the trail she found it's gate,
The twisted metal piked and reddened.
Along the road she found a tree,
Marked pink with shrouds and cowls.
Within the Shrouded Ruin's cloak, existed the shadow of it's former self.
Along the trails of Time it stood,
A monument to former sins.
Along the path that castle stood,
Forever beneath a misty cloak.
Along the trail it's ruined gate stood,
'Twas the passage that none had entered.
Along the road that
Walking the Cursed Path... by RustedCutlass717, literature
Literature
Walking the Cursed Path...
The day was bright, as usual, yet the stormclouds were ever present in her mind, fractured by the harsh sun of a sudden reality. The Element that made her who she was, the glowing golden amulet that she wore with honor every day, no longer shone. It knew, just as she had always known, that she was not truly worthy of it's power. It had called to her, accepted her as it's guardian, but it knew now that she unknowingly held deep pretense. The selfishness she had fought for so long had finally claimed her, as soon as her mark was ripped from her. That brief period of 'equality' had revealed to the Element that her selfishness was str
Watching, waiting....
Forever silent within the darkness.
Sealed, enslaved...
Malnourished, dormant as the mountains.
Feared, esteemed...
Predators to all who stand sentient.
Ancient, unforeseen...
The forthcoming flood to consume all.
Escaped, revitalized...
Soon, their triumph shall prevail.
A Dream Of Hope... by RustedCutlass717, literature
Literature
A Dream Of Hope...
Solitude, my refuge, my cage,
Our worst fears, or our deepest desires.
Through the fires of war, or the thin threads of peace,
A dream shall provide the glimpse.
A vision of victory, or of death and defeat.
It is your curse, and it is my blessing.
Or... Is it your blessing, and is it my curse?
If, when once, through my treachary, it would have been necessary to make a choice, I would take the curse.
Through my burden, others shall prosper!
Through my suffering, lives shall be saved!
A dream to hold dear, like a knight to ride forth.
Until the sun and moon unite, I shall fight!
I shall use our willingness to banish our hate.
If the s
The endless, ebony sky gleamed overhead....
The dark metal stared dully back....
The scarlet stains grew agonizingly bigger....
The crackling waters lapped hungrily higher....
The snarls and growls grew ever nearer....
The somber silence penetrated the ruined perfection....
The smoky air grew forever denser....
The explosions in the distance sliced through reality....
The varied gunshots gained intensity....
Why?
Was this really normality? Was she insane? Or maybe....
This was a land of waste,
Of broken souls,
Of infinite dangers,
This.
Is.
Fallout.
The Kig-Yar's Sanctum by RustedCutlass717, literature
Literature
The Kig-Yar's Sanctum
Killers, stalking through the sun.
Infantry, marching guns in hand.
Guards, defending friends & allies.
---
Yearning for knowledge.
Arise, in rebellion.
Repressed by lies.
As by light, the darkness descends, encouraged by the Prophets above......
As by darkness, the light ascends, the heralding tides of revolution......
The Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea by RustedCutlass717, literature
Literature
The Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea
Sometimes, I dream about swimming in the ocean, carefree and joyful.... until I hear something calling my name from deep below. Try as I might, night after night, I never discover what it is. I either drown before I wake or I wake before I drown..... It is a lasting reminder of life and it's innumerable, deathly, constant mysteries. I wish to probe these enigmas deeper, to delve into the depths of the mind and take these challenges headfirst, to swim to the bottom of the deep, blue sea.
Between the Unforgotten... by RustedCutlass717, literature
Literature
Between the Unforgotten...
As shown from the sky,
As seen in the dark,
As one with my lie,
As bright as a spark.
The Temporal day,
The Spacious night,
I keep them at bay,
I've seen their fright.
Lost and alone,
Living, but forgotten,
A shadowed zone,
A nice home, now forgotten.
Between Life & Death,
Between Day & Night,
I shall be there,
For I am the Unforgotten!
A Storm's Memorial by RustedCutlass717, literature
Literature
A Storm's Memorial
Savor the memories.
To succeed in life, look forward, not back.
Overconfidence is everyone's enemy.
Remember the light, forget the dark.
Make the world a better place.
The Diminishing Road... by RustedCutlass717, literature
Literature
The Diminishing Road...
The front door remained closed.
It smelled of dust and disuse.
We knew this was to be expected.
We were not surprised.
She vanquished him, just as she had vanquished their fathers,
Her upright torso motionless as that of an idol.
We would see her at a window, for a moment,
Sibilant and Macabre...
Dear,
Inescapable,
Impervious,
Tranquil,
and Perverse...
Too virulent, too furious, to die...
We knew this was to be expected.
We were not surprised.
Rustling...
Craned silk behind jalousies closed to the sun...
That faint, invisible dust, dry and acrid...
Sibilant,
Tranquil...
We knew
Years ago, a Tempus scholar walked.
Along the trails of Time she'd trot,
Wistful and oddly unforgotten.
Along the path she saw a castle,
It's windows shattered and glassless.
Along the trail she found it's gate,
The twisted metal piked and reddened.
Along the road she found a tree,
Marked pink with shrouds and cowls.
Within the Shrouded Ruin's cloak, existed the shadow of it's former self.
Along the trails of Time it stood,
A monument to former sins.
Along the path that castle stood,
Forever beneath a misty cloak.
Along the trail it's ruined gate stood,
'Twas the passage that none had entered.
Along the road that
Walking the Cursed Path... by RustedCutlass717, literature
Literature
Walking the Cursed Path...
The day was bright, as usual, yet the stormclouds were ever present in her mind, fractured by the harsh sun of a sudden reality. The Element that made her who she was, the glowing golden amulet that she wore with honor every day, no longer shone. It knew, just as she had always known, that she was not truly worthy of it's power. It had called to her, accepted her as it's guardian, but it knew now that she unknowingly held deep pretense. The selfishness she had fought for so long had finally claimed her, as soon as her mark was ripped from her. That brief period of 'equality' had revealed to the Element that her selfishness was str
Watching, waiting....
Forever silent within the darkness.
Sealed, enslaved...
Malnourished, dormant as the mountains.
Feared, esteemed...
Predators to all who stand sentient.
Ancient, unforeseen...
The forthcoming flood to consume all.
Escaped, revitalized...
Soon, their triumph shall prevail.
A Dream Of Hope... by RustedCutlass717, literature
Literature
A Dream Of Hope...
Solitude, my refuge, my cage,
Our worst fears, or our deepest desires.
Through the fires of war, or the thin threads of peace,
A dream shall provide the glimpse.
A vision of victory, or of death and defeat.
It is your curse, and it is my blessing.
Or... Is it your blessing, and is it my curse?
If, when once, through my treachary, it would have been necessary to make a choice, I would take the curse.
Through my burden, others shall prosper!
Through my suffering, lives shall be saved!
A dream to hold dear, like a knight to ride forth.
Until the sun and moon unite, I shall fight!
I shall use our willingness to banish our hate.
If the s
The endless, ebony sky gleamed overhead....
The dark metal stared dully back....
The scarlet stains grew agonizingly bigger....
The crackling waters lapped hungrily higher....
The snarls and growls grew ever nearer....
The somber silence penetrated the ruined perfection....
The smoky air grew forever denser....
The explosions in the distance sliced through reality....
The varied gunshots gained intensity....
Why?
Was this really normality? Was she insane? Or maybe....
This was a land of waste,
Of broken souls,
Of infinite dangers,
This.
Is.
Fallout.
The Kig-Yar's Sanctum by RustedCutlass717, literature
Literature
The Kig-Yar's Sanctum
Killers, stalking through the sun.
Infantry, marching guns in hand.
Guards, defending friends & allies.
---
Yearning for knowledge.
Arise, in rebellion.
Repressed by lies.
As by light, the darkness descends, encouraged by the Prophets above......
As by darkness, the light ascends, the heralding tides of revolution......
The Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea by RustedCutlass717, literature
Literature
The Bottom of the Deep Blue Sea
Sometimes, I dream about swimming in the ocean, carefree and joyful.... until I hear something calling my name from deep below. Try as I might, night after night, I never discover what it is. I either drown before I wake or I wake before I drown..... It is a lasting reminder of life and it's innumerable, deathly, constant mysteries. I wish to probe these enigmas deeper, to delve into the depths of the mind and take these challenges headfirst, to swim to the bottom of the deep, blue sea.
Between the Unforgotten... by RustedCutlass717, literature
Literature
Between the Unforgotten...
As shown from the sky,
As seen in the dark,
As one with my lie,
As bright as a spark.
The Temporal day,
The Spacious night,
I keep them at bay,
I've seen their fright.
Lost and alone,
Living, but forgotten,
A shadowed zone,
A nice home, now forgotten.
Between Life & Death,
Between Day & Night,
I shall be there,
For I am the Unforgotten!
A Storm's Memorial by RustedCutlass717, literature
Literature
A Storm's Memorial
Savor the memories.
To succeed in life, look forward, not back.
Overconfidence is everyone's enemy.
Remember the light, forget the dark.
Make the world a better place.
I declared war on my self one day,
And it hasn't ceased since.
I was born to fight
Against a Monster far greater than I
Could ever understand.
The city hemorrhages from the inside
As the world averts its eyes.
It's alright; they are my own scars.
Who else can taste the bitterness
Of my chains; of my lashes;
Of my imprisonment; of my anguish;
Of my own crown of thorns?
Despite it all, there will be a day
When the gnashing of teeth will end,
And the Dark shall flee with fear.
One day I will stand in triumph
With the other victorious soldiers
Amongst the ashes in the Sun.
When the water poured in,
racing down my throat,
filling my lungs in one great release.
Raindrops blinded me as I sunk
lower than I had ever before.
My feet touched the bottom as
bubbles floated around my head in
a crown of despair.
Despair lingered in silent forms,
reminding me just how alone I was.
You were my beacon of light.
I swam for you, uncaring that
broken memories weighed me down.
I clung to you in the middle of the ocean.
Breathing in the sweet air that you
provided for me. Letting your very
life enter my lungs and remove me
from this watery place.
Drowning
Im drowning.
Im not drowning in water. Im drowning in the taunts and torments of my inner demon. My mind, my very refuge, no longer belongs to me. But no one notices. I just put on a fake smile and pretend to listen or watch or whatever it is they want me to do this time. Everyone thinks Im just fine. Maybe a little strange, but fine.
Im sick.
Innocence is something I barely remember. Im not normal, Im not okay. And no one can tell. Dont they ever see me leaving? Day in and day out, Ive been able to leave at any hour, and return at any hour. But nobody asks me where I was or w
To Create a Character by WarriorLoverInc, literature
Literature
To Create a Character
Are you starting a story? Do you have an incomplete, flawed, or no character at all? It's happened to me many times and in my struggles to perfect my creations, I have learned a few things. I present you with seven easy steps with a challenge each to get you thinking.
Grab a piece of paper and a pencil. Let's start
Step 1: Past
When creating a character, you must first establish a past. Even a person with amnesia has a past, they just don't remember it. Pasts are important, they show what shaped the person and why they are the way they are today.
If your character has a scar, why? If they have amnesia, why? If they have a phobia of
I am an aspiring music student with a taste for the bizzare and the weird, and a fondness for modding Skyrim. I have an array of ideas and suggestions for mods, but am not a modder myself. I am also a Brony and a Whovian.
Favourite Visual Artist
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Favourite Movies
Lucario and the Mystery of Mew
Favourite TV Shows
My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, Mythbusters
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Rise Against, Caleb Kyles, TheLivingTombstone, Muse, My Chemical Romace
Favourite Books
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
Favourite Writers
William Shakespere
Favourite Games
The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, Fable 2, The Legend Of Spyro: Dawn Of The Dragon
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