FRIENDS FOREVER PART: 17A few minutes later, Shawn makes it to the hospital, and see that Mark, Stephanie, and a few other firefighters in the waiting room. Shawn sits down next to Mark. "Did you all hear anything yet?" Shawn asked everyone. They all them shakes their heads no. Rebecca shows up a few minutes later. Shawn stood up, and Rebecca ran into his arms. They kissed, and then they sit down, holding hands. Fifteen minutes later. The doctor walks in with a worried look on his face. He shook his head no. Everyone stood up from their seats. "I'm sorry. We tried everything to save him.FRIENDS FOREVER PART: 1731 minutes ago in Drama More Like This
He was burned way to bad. We tried everything to save him. Again I am very sorry." The doctor said with sadness in his voice. Stephanie lost it right there. Rebecca ran up to her to soothe, and she hugged her. "Shawn sat back down, and started sobbing. Mark walks up to him, and sat down. "Are you okay?" Mark asked. "I don't know." Shawn answered back. Mark sighed. "It's all my fault." Shawn replied. "I should've never left hi
Committed PonderingsEmptiness resides in my heart's desire.Committed Ponderings31 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A struggle to want anything at all.
Darkness inside rather than passion's fire.
A wish all I have, though something quite small.
Love to dominate rather than my pain.
Spreading smiles and laughter, live life for joy!
But for now my love falls away like rain,
Leaving me feeling like a broken toy.
I want to hope, but fear stands in my way.
Weighing me down with all of my troubles.
The beast in my heart I wish I could slay.
It slithers and hides in my hearts rubble.
My dearest loves try to protect me so,
For them I try to make my heart's fire grow.
It wasn't meant to be like this. (REMIX)I'm laid here, in the knowledge that our fantasies, everything we wished for, has happened. The fiction we've read online, the pretending we've done. It's not supposed to feel like this. I'm supposed to struggle to seem outwardly distressed but secretly be so happy. We are supposed to smile knowingly at each other, feel turned on and look forward to our exciting future together.It wasn't meant to be like this. (REMIX)32 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm laid here, with my husband ashen faced, looking like his tears have run dry. I'm laid here, exhausted, thinking how I don't want this. How I can't do this. How I'm an idiot for ever wanting this.
My husband has had to break the news to me that I'm in hospital. That they had to perform amputations on all four limbs in order to save my life. My head is swimming. How could we have imagined this to be a wonderful moment. He looks like shit. I must look worse. These thoughts all rush through my mind in just seconds, and it completely frickin' rules.
10 Questions1. Why do you draw, paint, take photographs, model, create your art, etc?10 Questions35 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
Why? I couldn’t not basically. I love all art, but the still frame has my heart, the challenge of capturing a moment in a single frame has been one that I have been mastering for some 20 years now. It occupies my mind 24/7, it is the hardest thing I have ever taken on but the most rewarding also. Why, because I am addicted to amazing images and making people look superhuman.
2. Where do you call home now? How many places have you lived? Which has been your favorite?
I live in Ballarat Australia, it is a small town, about an hour from out start capital, Melbourne. I was born here, but spent most of my life moving around different towns, I have lived in around 6 towns and in 20 different houses but have always considered here, home.
3. Have you ever used certain drugs in an attempt to "enhance" your artistic vision?
I like the idea of that, I have tried Absinth once, all t
Pandora's ToyboxWe are spell-sewn voodoo dollsPandora's Toybox36 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
living in a Malibu Beach House
constructed by plastic architects
brewing their fucked-up genetic
I am Ken’s genitalia–
mistaken for a man
nequin toss me
or plutonic recycle
b i n
A few spare parts litter
the linoleum. I am not
among them. I am not
apologizing for vice or
I catapult bricks at cardinals.
How’s that for
having no direction?
Eat the pomegranate,
taunts your shoulder.
transient momenttransient moment36 minutes ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
distant ice and fire
rippled mirror reflecting
the moment soon gone
Sebastian Castellanos Reveal TrailerSebastian Castellanos Reveal TrailerSebastian Castellanos Reveal Trailer37 minutes ago in Profiles More Like This
Trailer Song (Beginning): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e54srnkCZD4
Sometimes, when you wake up you ask yourself: Is this real life or is my head playing games with me?
In my case though... I just don't know anymore...
Battle Theme: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ILF4aGo0Oak
Sebastian Castellanos Vs. Jedah Dohma scene!
Xbox 360, Xbox ONE, PS3,PS4, PC/MAC, Wii U
A phone rings in a dark room. The phone message activates....
Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night...
...THERE'S REALLY NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT...
*Coming soon on Steam*
My struggleDo I pull and pry and fight threw these walls, tired and weathered with cracks all about. Not much resistance to provide, not against one as well versed as I. But do I force my way in, regardless of my good intentions I withhold, as my princess grieves I lay await. Threw the cracks you pain leaks out, each drop I catch and replace with a little piece of my love, one day washing away these walls. Longing to the day you run into my arms as my own.My struggle39 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Phobia31 Days of Halloween Art ChallengePhobia39 minutes ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Warnings: Mild language
...I am afraid I will let him down.
I fear that I lack the strength to take revenge for my captain's death. That, in the pivotal moment, my strength will falter, and I will be slain. Death does not frighten me...no. I am afraid that those responsible will escape persecution due to my own failures and ineptitude. That I will die before my revenge is complete. Once I have that...Death may take me if He wishes.
I will have little use for life by then.
What am I afraid of? Well...that's a good question...
I guess...I'm afraid of being alone again. I was born with nothing, raised by no one...for a long time, it was just my lonesome self digging through the dirt of the city to survive. Hell...even having my guts spilled in a filthy alleyway couldn't compare to those long, cold, empty nights huddled in a corner and wondering if I'd wake up again. What I have now...even if it's tough
Friday AfternoonThe final bell rang sharply throughout the school building. Students excitedly walked out of their classrooms and crowded the halls of St. Rose Academy. Mizuki Ackerman stretched out her arms, sighing happily at finally going home and doing nothing after a stressful week of classes. Her face scrunched up in distaste when she remembered the pile of homework she’s probably going to neglect in the weekend, in favor of hanging out with her best friends. Sighing in resignation, she adjusted her backpack and exited the school campus. Just as she walked past the school gate, rain had poured down heavily.Friday Afternoon45 minutes ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Just great.” She muttered to herself. Closing her ebony eyes, she pondered on whether she should go home or wait the rain out. She suddenly opened her eyes in a sudden revelation. Grinning to herself, she started her journey towards a familiar path.
Annika Lautneur hummed in satisfaction at finally finishing her essay. She stretched her arms up, hearing a satisfying
That GuyYour eyes are dark as the light of your soulThat Guy49 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I am blinded by the gaze of both.
A chance to have and make your heart as whole
is what I long for. To protect, my oath.
As your heart reveals my affections grow.
I lose my senses to thoughts about you.
You're everything and more I wish to know,
As your smile brightens my heart through and through.
The ills of your heart I wish I could mend
With soft kisses and love like none can show.
To give my all and be more than a friend
And with my love the break in your heart sew.
Your beauty of heart and mind is too great
For those of small souls to take as their fate.
Grojband Laney's Love Spell Chapter 2So back from where we left off……mall….guitar…..pink eyes…Ah, okay.Grojband Laney's Love Spell Chapter 250 minutes ago in Romance More Like This
Laney was very excited. She managed to convince Corey (who just sighed and said “If you say so, Lanes.”) to buy the guitar. They went over to the counter where a teenage boy was, at first looking bored then extremely excited at seeing Laney.
“Hel-lo, cutie. What can I do ya for?” he said, flashing his shiny braces. For some strange reason, Corey growled at the boy but Laney just ignored his comment, placed the guitar on the counter and asked to wrap it. When asked with for the money, Laney bit her lip and glanced at Corey who got his wallet out. However, before he could get the money, the counter-boy said something very interesting.
“But I could give it for a lesser price. Say, a quick peck?” he leaned forward, turning his head so Laney could kiss his cheek. Corey was doing a lot more than growling now, he was fuming. Laney was shocked; no b
long twilight fadinglong twilight fading50 minutes ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
late light lingering
reluctant summer darkness
the night slowly falls
3.3 - benev(i)olentcaught the higher arc-3.3 - benev(i)olent51 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
[you folded into space waves
as they rushed and receded
never kiss never on the lips
because the past is presently
reappearing, climbing the horizon
in a flat glow. in a fat growl
I say the darnedest things; like four-lettered
words. like once when love left dark spot
s in my vision
and I built around the columns I imagined;
felt the sky fall down around my shoulders
you were a wave. a space wave
Swallowing or Not,WRITE IT WRITE IT WRITE IT because if you can write it, it means something's there-- it means the emptiness isn't emptiness, it's something you just haven't named yet, yeah, that's it, it just doesn't have a name, you've got something beyond language, this disease, it's beyond language, this disease.Swallowing or Not,52 minutes ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I WANTED TO swallow the pain. UNTIL I REALIZED that swallowing keeps the stuff inside. Swallowing the pain brings it closer to your heart. Why didn't I want to vomit pain.
WHEN THERE ARE people drowned in potential it's hard to see those people for what they really are. WHEN THERE ARE PEOPLE drowned in what they really are, it's hard to see their potential. I got my jaw stuck, biting too hard into the What Is. When you bite too hard, you stop being able to taste anything.
I have no idea how to touch you. I like to think my body would snap to attention, at your attention. I LIKE TO THINK MY BODY would know how to coax your nerves from human to hero, I'D LIKE TO THINK your atoms have w
[ Bad End ] But first.. I had a promise to take care of..[ Bad End ]52 minutes ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fall was on it's way, leaving the sea side to change colors of orange and red, gold and brown. The air began to turn over into a chilly breeze, leaving the waters icy and without any occupants of swimmers. Not that anyone swam in the green waters anyway but that was besides the point - the reservation was rarely visited, perhaps passerby's or hikers, other than that ..
His voice was like a drum beat, echoing through the windows and the now open door. Kay froze in her tracks, busy delivering food to the people around the small hospice. One of them noticed her standing there, as though she had seen a ghost.
".. Ms. Rowe? Are you okay?"
Kay bit her lip, setting down the tray of food in front of the male, nodded and turned around towards the voice. Leaning against the wall
UntitledI want to know why she isUntitled55 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
more important than me
why everywhere she and I went
who ever claimed to love us
loved her more
I want to know why
they visit her and
I want to know why the person who
they hurt the most gets pushed away
I want to know why she gets looked
at like shes perfect when she
is far more a monster than me
I want to know why her illness
gets flaunted when I suffer these
walking nightmares on my own
I want to know
why a monster is more
loved than me, the one who
wanted to heal her wounds
Do I not deserve love?
God's an AuthorReality was formed for a single reason.God's an Author56 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
God's an author,
Writing fiction influenced by her life.
What's the story about?
What's our purpose?
Whose the main character?
Hypothetically, let's say the story is about...
Veronica Garcia, age 22, from San Francisco.
God created “existence" solely for that specific protagonist.
The meaning of life? Veronica's search for her biological mother.
Why humanity exist? Interaction.
Of minor or major significance;
We are antagonist, supporting characters, or merely individuals in the background.
Tommy Rider, age 47.
To the readers, he's just some dirty surfer who gives Veronica information about her Mom.
Tom's more than that.
He's existed for nearly five decades, born and raised in NorCal.
He loves fish tacos.
At eighteen, he was accepted at Stanford.
His Dad died of liver failure a week before move in day, so he stayed home to take care of his younger brother...
Veronica's biological and deceased father.
Oh How I Loved You Your name left the sweetest bitter taste upon my tongue.Oh How I Loved You57 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your words made my heart come undone.
Oh how I loved you, how I loved you.
But as fast as the speed of sound, you stopped coming around and I'm left sitting here all on my own.
In the time of day when the sun begins to set, in the rare moments when thoughts of you connect, my heart swells with sorrow.
Oh how I loved you, how I loved you.
Funhouse--- dean/spn x readerHack, slash, your machete zings through the stale air of the old house that the vampire nest you're currently hunting is living in. This case was really odd , a ghost had actually brainwashed vampires to dress as clowns and kill people...granted the ghost was a kid.Funhouse--- dean/spn x reader57 minutes ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hack, slash a vampires head falls to the ground. Suddenly a song pops into your head, grinning you start dancing bobbing your head to an imaginary beat.
"I dance around this empty house, tear us down, throw you out. Screaming down the halls." You slash a another head of its body spinning it to the imaginary beat "spinning all around and now we fall." You push the corpse to the ground.
"Pictures framing up the glass your taunting smirk behind the glass." You push a vampire through a glass coffee table rendering him unconscious. "This museum full of ash, once a tickle now a rash. This used to be a funhouse" Grinning widely you continued your song doing a strange dance fight thing as you sang "but now its full of evil cl