To Nowhere, ProloguePrologue of "To Nowhere"To Nowhere, Prologue1 day ago in Short Stories
Insignificants. I always found it fascinating that there was a race so similar to mine, but so much smaller. I was pretty young when I found out that my mom was a Gatherer of such beings, so this piqued my interest even more. But she never let me near them.
I remember she said there was never a reason to get attached to one.
We kept Insignifcants as pets. I guess it made sense. Insignificants were small enough to fit in our hands, and they couldn't speak our language. They needed one of us to survive.
I always wanted one.
I liked the idea of protecting something so small when the world seemed so large already. I always thought I would make a good owner. I wouldn't expect a lot from an Insignificant. I just wanted a little friend, but of course mom was against it. I guess as a Gatherer she knew things about Insignificants that I didn't, but that didn't make me want one any less.
I couldn't understand how some of my
Levi x Reader - Stealing the Corporal's CravatLevi x Reader - Stealing the Corporal's Cravat19 hours ago in Humor
"W-What? Why do I have to do it?”
“Beeeeeeecause sweet (Y/n), you’re the closest to Corporal shorty. If you happen to get caught, you are least likely to die than the rest of us. In other words, you have a better chance of surviving."
Crossing my arms, I fixate my supposed “friends” with a death glare.
“Oh gee thanks. Such loyalty you guys have.”
At that, Armin lowered his head in shame. This whole idea was against his will, but upon hearing that Mikasa, Eren, and I were playing, he reluctantly agreed. What were we playing might you ask? Well, it’s a new thing Hanji made up called dare or dare.
It’s sort of like truth or dare, but like the title indicates, there’s no choice within the matter. It’s either dare, or dare.
We; Armin, Mikasa, Eren, Ymir, Christa, Sasha, Connie, and Hanji; sat in a circle in Hanji’s dorm. We choose hers out of all of them because of obvious reasons. She’
October ObituariesI am writing to let you know thatOctober Obituaries22 hours ago in Free Verse
your name died on the shred of
my tongue yesterday evening,
suddenly, with the first breeze of
an umber October. and the silk
moths spun out the threads of
their wings, the leaves turned, the
day your face was buried somewhere
deep under the mulch of a maple
cemetery, I saw a honey moon drip
pale in the azure sky, the sun red
read my poems, burned every mention
of your hands or your eyes or your
mouth. I spent a funerary moment,
curled in a furnace of pumpkin bonfires
and hedgehog secrets, they whispered
your name when the clock chimes
carried your coffin into the distance of
a forgotten summer, I can’t recall where
I met you, your hands, your eyes, your
mouth, I have learned to write without
you, and found new life in your absence.
8 Ideas for Optimizing Your Writing Work-space8 Ideas for Optimizing Your Writing Work-space8 Ideas for Optimizing Your Writing Work-space55 minutes ago in Reviews & Guides
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 1 “Beginning to Write” – Section 5 “Your Work-space”
With Links to Supplementary Material
In the same spirit of how to make yourself more self-motivated to write, and how to ward off writer's block, a few of my readers have asked about optimizing your writing work-space for the utmost productivity. This presents something of a difficult topic to talk about, because it is such a tremendously individual thing. The same technique that may make me super-productive may very well be a crippling distraction for someone else. However, I still wish to talk about the subject as something that can be studied, analyzed, and used with precision to optimize the writing experience, by giving you some of my personal strategies and the reasons for the
TRANSFORMERS Chapter 1TRANSFORMERS Chapter 115 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters
TRANSFORMERS Chapter 1: Arrival to Earth
One million years before the dawn of man. Our planet was destroyed by the ravages of war. A war between those who worship chaos and those of us who follow freedom. We battled for rule of a supreme power... the Cube, which bears the life force of our race. But the Cube was lost to the limitless stars.
Then, by fortune or fate, it's course was altered... to Earth.
Every thousand solar years, the Cube calls to us. We have searched for it endlessly, hoping to find it before the dark legions.
But as fate would have it, we were already too late.
10,000 years ago
Our Solar System
Dripping Silence PG 2 "What's wrong?" Skai panicked, blue eyes widened. "I... don't know, but I heard something too.." Dark simply started sprinting towards the sound, directly at the abandoned twoleg place. Everyone was following him, Pine and Clear kept tripping while Star and Skai helped. "H-help...! Is anyone there...?" The cries roared louder the closer they inched inside of the barn, peeking inside to see nothing but haybales stacked on each other. "Where are you?" He called out. No respond. "Star search inside the hay, Skai keep an eye out for anyone hurt, Clear and Pine, you get to help me." Dark gazed down at the two kits, both bursting with joy. "You're such goofs," He chuckled slightly while sniffing the ground.Dripping Silence PG 217 hours ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses
There was no one though, so why did Clear and I only hear it? Dark wondered once he approached his dream. "Only Keepers can experience the sound from cats they love in the future," Pain murmured quietly, the only sounds they could hear
peppermint lover, make my soul shakek opeppermint lover, make my soul shake1 day ago in Free Verse
The Babadook ReviewThe Babadook Review18 hours ago in Reviews & Guides
You know, 2014 did seem like a good year for Horror films. Oculus, Honeymoon, A Girl Walks Home Alone At Night, Creep. However much of these came from the independent film world as opposed to Hollywood churning these out. Which is fine because indie Horror films have been getting better with each passing year. The king of these however has to be the Australian Horror film The Babadook.
I was first introduced to this film when I read it premiered at the Sundance Film Festival in 2014, last year. I looked at the trailer and it seemed promising enough. So much so that it latched onto my most anticipated films of that year next to Godzilla and Guardians of the Galaxy. The problem however came from distribution. IFC got the US rights to distribute the film but apparently their distribution methods kind of suck and my local theater or any other one that I could go to had the film. But what kills me is that Saving Christmas was often ordered for more screenings than The Babadook. Something I
.:: || Broken || ::."You sure you know where you're going?".:: || Broken || ::.12 hours ago in Short Stories
Scorpionfang growled, his ears flattened against his skull and Fallenstar shot his clanmate a look as if to say don't be rude. His pawsteps were planted carefully along the rocky ground, Trilby -- their Guide, as he liked to call himself -- padded ahead confidently, not needing to watch where he was going.
"Of course I do; I've walked this path many times over since I was a kit." The loner shrugged, casting a look over his shoulder and meeting Scorpionfang's gaze. "You're free to try another way if you're scared."
The gray MoonClanner hissed, "I'm not scared."
Rocks crumbled beneath the Clan cats' paws as they ascended the sloping path. It was mountainous, treacherous...definitely nothing like home. Fallenstar couldn't help but wonder if they would make it to the other side. The path they were following was narrow and long, it sloped upwards so steeply that Queens and Warriors had to carry kits in their jaws, and apprentices hel
10 INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT ME1. I've drawn most of my life. I started drawing around 10-11 [Grade five-six, can't remember my exact age when, but I know my school grade of when I started].10 INTERESTING FACTS ABOUT ME11 hours ago in Short Stories
2. I put a lot of TLC in to most of the artistic-based things I do. Especially Character creation, character development, and stories.
4. I like to playfully mess with people, especially [and mostly] My close friends.
3. I love it when someone plays along, especially the puns I make [Good or bad]
5. I love emeralds and the colour green, But mixed with the right colours and Shades, any colour can look really nice.
6. I love the crow because they can be hilarious and be trouble makers. They are also known to be extremely intelligent and find their way in to things. I could go on for ever bout these guys, but I'll give you the basics for this round.
7. I am picky with friends. and I don't like having many. That does not mean I hate talking to people. I'll talk, but It does not mean I
Wicked [Punk!Eren|Reader] Modern AU | DrabbleWicked [Punk!Eren|Reader] Modern AU | Drabble15 hours ago in Horror
Hidden beneath heavy wool sheets and masked by capering shadows you lay silently, mind racing as fast as your heart. No moon shone bright tonight against your shuttered window, no clouds had been pressed against a deep blue sky nor where there stars out willing to shine their iridescent beauty down upon your window. Abandoned by the light you so desperately clung to even in the latest hour of the morning, completely isolated from the world outside the small bed in which you inhabited.
Even the bedside clock with glowing blue numbers seemed to dim every morning around two am, his favorite time of night. As the last number shifted into place you felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise, instantly followed by a soft bite beneath your jaw. Ice cold tendrils drifted up and down your bare thighs, seeking to steal the warmth from your skin until you were left with nothing. He kept quiet, he never said much anymore these days, he did his talking through his hands
Jurassic Universe Chapter 8- Owen GradyJurassic Universe Chapter 8- Owen GradyJurassic Universe Chapter 8- Owen Grady19 hours ago in Sci-Fi
Based on The Films by Steven Spielberg, Joe Johnston, and Colin Trevorrow
Based on The Characters by Micheal Crichton
The Indominus growled softly looking at the glass windows sensing life on the other side.
"Can she see us?" asked Masrani. "Or is the glass only see through from one side?"
"Henry told me that he thinks it can sense thermal radiation, like snakes." replied Claire.
"Wasn't there two of them?" asked Masrani.
"There was a sibling encase this one didn't survive infancy." said Claire.
"Then where's the sibling?" asked Masrani.
"She ate it. They were both only 4 years old." said Claire. The Indominus walked off into the small forest in her pen. Masrani looked at the broken glass again and then back to Claire.
"So the paddock is quite safe then?" he asked.
"We have the best structural engineers in the world." said Claire.
"Yea, so did the people who owned the Titanic." said Masrani sarcast
Not Me, Not Us.No, it's not me.Not Me, Not Us.1 day ago in Editorial
How come you ever thought that it's me?
I am not that person who appears in his art forms.
I am not his model, nor do I consider that I am somewhere in his heart at all.
I do not think I can ever be a part of his artistic expression.
I know few things about him, that is why I know it's not me.
I know a lot of things about myself, that is why I know it's not me.
And I know how things doesn't work with us.
And even if that were the case,
I would have prefer thinking, that it's not me.
I don't want to see it that way.
It's utterly disappointing if it was me.
Because all those things meant that I was just a form of inspiration.
Just like that, an inspiration not even worth knowing that I was the person.
There was no high form of courage nor bravery in that,
And that's something I will never admire.
So I rather believe that it's not me.
However, I do admire how he does his own thing,
But I do not admire him romantically as a man.
I only see him as I should and as how I see
I ripped your drawings out my sketchbook.Your heart was blackI ripped your drawings out my sketchbook.21 hours ago in Free Verse
like that old jacket
smelling of cigarette smoke
and abandoned memories
you wore like a second
(it reminded me of
nightmares creeping out
and out the shadows)
you wore it on the nights
we snuck out down the back
of the estate on
cold Autumn nights and i'd
give you beams from the
the glow of the stars;
poems written on stems
of leaves like they were
I guess that's why
you were gone by sunrise.
(I keep that jacket in the
back of my closet and hope you
come back for it someday;
but I suppose that's
another hopeless dream)
Creepypasta: Fat Over LeanCreepypasta: Fat over LeanCreepypasta: Fat Over Lean1 day ago in Short Stories
This little piggy was skin and bone
This little piggy was bloated and sick
And this little piggy had a taste to bemoan
But this little piggy I would eat in a tick!
“Y’know what’s weird about this place?” Tony asks as he warms his hands over the fire. He is the only one not roasting a marshmallow, which is a given since he threw his stick into the campfire after burning three of the gooey confections in a row. He never was much of a cook, but seriously, that took a special level of culinary incompetence.
Still, the trip is going well, all things considered. It’s good to get out of the suburbs and get back to nature once in a while. Or just goof around in the forest, it’s all good. The town (more like a hamlet, in actuality) of Kensport is the closest inhabited site, and even that place seemed appropriately sleepy. It’s a wonderful area to sever one’s
A Visitor from Beyond the Fourth WallCommission for TheGuyNoOneRemembersA Visitor from Beyond the Fourth Wall20 hours ago in Short Stories
Grant awoke with a jolt. He only vaguely remembered the dream he'd just had. Something about a Latias and a magic store... It was all fuzzy. He brushed it into the back of his mind as he prepared for a weekend of relaxation. By which I mean he rolled into his side and tried to go back to sleep, 'cause it was freaking two in the morning.
However, the powers that be were unwilling to let Grant rest, for a persistent banging on an inconveniently-placed window kept him from slipping back into unconsciousness. Disgruntled, Grant crawled from his bed to investigate the banging.
Much to his surprise, an extremely familiar dragon was the one banging. Specifically Yuki, an extremely cute Ice Dragon that Grant formerly believed to be merely an imaginary character of his own creation. A character he loved, but a character nonetheless.
The baffled Grant stared open-mouthed for a good five minutes before noticing the look of frustration on Yuki's snout, an