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Heart's Melody--A Leo x Lili Fanfic—
--Leo's P.O.V.--

I was seven when I moved to that town. A very quiet town my parents chose.
Despite of my weak and frail body, I can't join other kids playing around me. I was always alone.
On that day, I discovered a park painted in vibrant colors but no one was playing on it. I stood in front of it.
I heard a note being played. Those notes join together and form a miraculous melody.
Searching for that beautiful melody, I saw a big house just nearby that park, I saw a young girl playing the piano.
Leaning closer to the window, getting a vivid image of the girl who's playing it she was really really cute.

Deja vuHave you ever had a moment
You lived a time you already knew?
Have you ever had a moment
To stop and think if it was actually true?
Have you ever had a moment
You recognized and knew what to do?
Have you ever had a moment
People call a déjà vu?

For some it's possible to predict
As time does not those thoughts restrict
Do you not believe me?
Because I do foresee

I am the eyes that see the truth
The blind vision that sees through you
When the world silently turns blurred and slow
What is yet to come the others don't know
Listen to my warnings and take my advice
Or with your life you might pay the price

Have you ever had a moment
Time slows d

An Angel In My HellMy world was blank.

empty
lifeless

Black and White.

I was lost
scared
and sad.

I had no life.
I had no hope.

I had nothing.

A light came
a tiny glint
breaking through.

color
beauty
warmth

They came forth.

And they stayed.

No longer did I wander
I found my way.

The path to travel,
never would there be one set of footprints.

Not anymore.

So long I searched
endlessly
painfully
for a friend.

An immeasurable joy it is

to have found one.

Song of the SeaThere once was a young boy named Gen.
Gen was poor and lonely.
Many a night did he cry himself to sleep.
The only one to nurture him was sweet Night and her veil of stars.

All Gen possessed in the world was two things:
His hand made instruments, and a small, worn boat.
He would often float on the sea playing his most favorite lyre,
Blessing the sea with the sound of a heavenly harp.

Under the light of Night's great pearl, Gen would float in his boat,
Playing the most harmonious melodies the sea ever knew.

One day, Gen was sitting and making music in his little boat with his lyre.
Melodious rhapsodies spilled into the ocean breeze.

Russian RouletteOh, darling...
How am I alive?
After what you put me through,
I'm surprised I didn't
shoot myself.

Baby, love is a dangerous game,
and we played it like

Russian Roulette.

Love"Hey! What're you scribbling on your notebook?"

"Nothing."

"It's always nothing. Com'n, tell me." With that she snatched the notebook from him and caught him offguard. She was only able to read the first few words that he snatched it back from her.

"Love doesn't exist?" She asked in a confused tone

"It's nothing alright!"

"It is something. What are you not telling me?"

"I said it's NOTHING" a rage in his voice. She was taken aback by his anger that she couldn't reply in fear.

After a few minutes of silence, he finally spoke.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't of reacted the way I did."

"It's okay. It's not your fault."

"The thing is I don't wa

Is God real?I'm going to argue that God is unfalsifiable and real but doesn't exist in the context of any theistic proposition. I will attempt this by a process of questions and logical argumentation which I will expand on when necessary.

Before we get into God, we must first define the meaning of words and their relationships with things in our reality. So let me start by asking, do you submit that words are descriptions of things and concepts?

If so, do you submit that words which are not linked to physical things or concepts are meaningless?

Do you submit that whatever God is, its existence can't be proved by means of empirical evidence? If you rej

A Little Poem of PersonalityI don’t know what you’re thinking right now,
It’s really hard to tell
You don’t share much when I ask you things,
Even when I feel you’re not well.

Although I’m not used to your ways,
For we’re very different, you and I
Your mind and world intrigue me so,
It’s unbelievable – I cannot lie.

Your eyes see things that no other person could notice,
Your ears hear the hidden sounds
Your mind works in ways I cannot understand,
Your inner beauty is profound.

Your psyche is different from others, of course,
You’ve been made quite aware
But what most people don’t see in you,
Is a sma

The Reason She WritesShe went and watched a movie.
She dreamt of becoming a director.
But she had no resources.

She bought a pencil and a paper.
She learned to draw.
But it couldn't take her anywhere.
It was simply just for pleasure.

She imagined a thousand movies, a thousand pictures and a thousand worlds.
But nothing in her place could help her make those dreams come true.
So she tried, she learned, she dreamt a little more, she searched.

But still, nothing could make her feel what she wanted to feel...
A feeling of accomplishment...of finally being able to do something worthwhile.
She sank into thoughts for a year.

Then it came.

One day, a sign,

Old FriendChildhood sweethearts. Best friends. Ignored by all others back then, and still now. No one understands us like we do. We were inseprable back then.
You were my bestfriend.
My only friend.

And now, I cant stop thinking about you, I keep texting you, I cant get you out of my head. Its been 8 years and now your in my life again. I keep thinking, on all our memories. All the things we used to do.

I rememeber when I kissed you. You were so shy. You were so red too. I remember everyone laughed at us when we made geek jokes, and talked about Power Rangers, and dragons.

You've come back into my life. And you've offered to try...and fix me. And

Laughs at my Dreams +PJO+ When you're a half-blood, a good night's sleep is hard to come by. At least, it is for me. Maybe it comes with the whole "being-Poseidon's-son" thing: Able to control water, unable to sleep soundly.

See, I always end up having crazy dreams, and they nearly always end up being true, being
visions of what's happening somewhere else in the world. Most of the time my dreams help me see when my friends are in trouble, or help me see what my enemies are up to. That's why most of the time I don't mind them.

But one night I had the worst dream yet.

I was inside what looked like the Athena cabin. Yeah, it was definitely the Athena kid's

The Starveling CatThe Starveling Cat! The Starveling Cat!
Atop a mound of once-human corpses it sat!

The corpses one, the corpses all,
resisted the cats so they must fall!

Starveling once, Starveling no more,
The Cat has come to settle a score!

The Starveling Kit! The Starveling Kit!
Soon on top of the world it will sit!

Lover Boy +Original+

The story always begins in 1948.

There he was again; dancing. She thought it was ridiculous. Who, at this age, still frolicked and danced up and down the stairs during the workday? How silly. How unprofessional.

He noticed, with a sly eye, that she was watching him traipse down the stairwell. He gave her a small grin and merely chuckled when she scoffed and walked off, her short heels clicking softly against the tiled hallway. Well, he had managed to get her attention for at least a little bit. That was all he was asking for.

The woman in question was named Mary. One look at her, dressed in a pencil skirt and a traditional blouse,

Westing's GameTake one's life from another,
Show yourself you murderer!
Was it true or not?
This trial determines whether you've fought.

Tick, Tick, Tick.
Boom! Cackle! Flare!
O' Westing has warned,
"Heirs beware!"

Ignorance it may be,
Advices too meager.
The next trap now set,
Ready to trigger!

Thou that shall escape,
Before it's too late.
Not to reach down to
Deadly Fate.

Suspicions pointed,
Accusations and mishaps.
The murder not true,
Must it be perhaps?

Inheritance of fortune,
Money and Power.
Decipher the clues,
Of this very hour.

Set out of track,
This may seem to be.
Westing, a trick,
Can you see?

You're just hiding yo

Totally Serious +PJO+ After Luke's infamous departure from Camp Half-Blood, a popular topic among the campers was who would inherit his very prohibited, very desirable stash of Hi-Def TVs and video games. The obvious choice was Percy, the one who had saved the camp from Luke's wrath. Unfortunately, he found an unlikely rival in none other than the camp director himself.

It was to be a showdown, the battle to decide who would take control of all the valuable electronics. At least, that was what all the demigods wanted. Percy really didn't care much about the video games and the sort, but he wasn't going to let Mr. D bully them all around and steal the one bi

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Flames of PassionYou walk through my flames of passion
Unscathed, unharmed
Unlike those
Who came before you
You take a step
And then another
Walking into my heart
With confident ease
You know how this’ll end
But still you dare
To change our paths
And challenge fate
Unafraid of the fire
That burns, out of control
Sweeping through with ease
You command it utterly
Engulfed in the blaze
At your prime, your zenith
You enjoy this
You exult in it
I watch in stunned silence
Mesmerized by your elegant dance
Bobbing and weaving out of the inferno
Flowing with liquid grace
Now the fire rages like never before
But you leap to safety just in time
You leap to me
And the fire boils down
To a slow smolder
I just hope that one day
The flames don’t side with their master
And turn on me instead
For then I will burn.

Pain (Cinquain Poem)Pain
Consuming, obliterating
Wracking my body
Please, make it stop!
Agony

The Price I PayThe price I pay
Is not the price that's fair
This shouldn't be
My burden to bear

I've been blessed
With things that I don't want
But I won't rise
To my Creator's taunt

I've sacrificed
What I've never had
I've sacrificed it all
For this triad

Injustice, Fear, and Solitude
I'm swept up, lost in the multitude
Staggering, uncertain, betrayed and alone
Wasted, sick, rotten to the bone

Maybe it's karma
Maybe it's fate
Whatever it is
It's put me in this state

I stare now
Into Fate's cold eyes
Into pain and suffering
Hearing long-forgotten cries

Searching for the truth hidden inside
For an answer, for verity
An autonomous gu

Watcher of the NightHe waits in the shadows
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning

An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition

While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station

Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight

He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally

He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows

The Lady of the WoodsHe sat up, suddenly alert. He was sure he'd heard something.
Looking around, he saw nothing but shadows, caused no doubt by the pale moonlight filtering through the branches of the trees. But he'd heard something, he was certain of it; albeit little more than a whisper. He attributed it to the rustling of the dead leaves coating the frozen earth, and went back to his book.
But the leaves lay stiff and immobile, as they had all night. There had been no breeze to make them whisper.
The rough bark of the tree dug into his back, and he struggled momentarily to reposition himself. As he did, the book fell from his grasp and tumbled to the grou

ClingingThe countdown's started, and I'm paralyzed
The timer's ticking, and I'm petrified
Held in Limbo, desensitized
I said I wasn't scared; I lied

The days pass in a blur
My thoughts reduce to a slur
Pushing through that extra mile
Waiting to stand trial

Holding on to this thread
Connecting me to reality
On the edge of insanity
I lie in wait

Hanging on to the edge
Fingers trembling with emotion
Categorizing my destruction
I lie in wait

And here I wait, unchanging as stone
Here I wait, wanting to atone
I'll hold on to this crag till my last breath
Silent in life, silent in death

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Dialogue: Forgive

by ~Avix215, Jan 17, 2013, 4:14:50 AM
Literature / Scripts & Screenplays / Skits & Sketches / Drama

"Hey."

"Save it."

"I didn't say anything."

"Good. Keep it that way."

A sigh.

"He's sorry, you know. For what he did."

I stayed silent.

"Can't you at least talk to him?"

I gave out a short, sharp bark of laughter. It came out sounding feral.

"You're lucky I'm talking to you!"

"Me? What did I do?"

"Nothing. That's the point."

"I tried to stop him."

Our eyes met. "Tried isn't good enough," I said shortly.

"Can't you just-"

"Can't I just? Can't I just what? Forgive him? Because I won't. And I never will."

I laughed. "He's not even brave enough to try to talk to me face to face! Instead, he sends you! A diplomat! An envoy!"

"Sending in the cavalry while he sits and watches from the barracks!" I spat.

"Or maybe, instead of the cavalry, I'm a third party. Trying to end the conflict."

I stared at that face. That mouth, twisting and turning words to suit its needs. Those eyes, falsely trustworthy.

"He said I was worse than a dog. A savage. A wild animal," I stated flatly.

"He didn't mean it. He was angry."

"Of course you'd say that."

"He didn't m-"

"But he said it. He said it. Doesn't matter about his state of mind."

"Wild animal, am I?" I whispered. "Savage? Be careful what you wish for. Be very, VERY careful what you wish for."

Dialogue: Forgiveby ~Avix215

Literature / Scripts & Screenplays / Skits & Sketches / Drama

Got no idea what this is. Just popped into my head. >.<
A bit cliched, I thought.

Never done a dialogue thing before.

Also submitted to #InspireTheUninspired for their prompt on 'fiction that consists only of dialogue.'

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~crystelclear1104 Jan 22, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This is oddly like my Tangled dialogue.

But this is awesome! How did I not see this earlier?? >.<
Love this!

~Avix215 Jan 23, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Haha thanks!

~Cerise-XIII Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

It confused me a bit, the break of the lines did. But I like it. It could be about any number of things, so it's good in that it can engage several kinds of people at the same time. I know I can relate to it on more than one level.

I like it. It's quite good to be a first C:

~Avix215 Jan 18, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you!

~TerminallyAbashed Jan 17, 2013 Writer

I like this.

~Avix215 Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks!

~anubisgirl13 Jan 17, 2013

I like it

Thou I can relate to some of the dialogue.... *sigh*

~Avix215 Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Thanks.

Ah. Sorry to hear that. :/

~anubisgirl13 Jan 17, 2013

Nah, Its fine....Im used to it

~Avix215 Jan 17, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Alright then...

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