That BookEncouragementThat Book4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
Hello. Do you remember me? I'm that book, over there. We met a long time ago. In fact, next summer it will have been ten years.
I'm also not finished. At first, I thought you forgot about me, but that is ridiculous. I ring through your mind even today, if only a faint background noise. My story still exists, and you yearn still to continue it - yet you hesitate. Yet you make excuses. And now, I know what you are thinking.
You are afraid of writing poorly. You are afraid of losing your place, of forgetting where the plot was going - of becoming everything you despise. And now, you consider forsaking me.
Keep on going, my friend. I have been there through your tough years: when you were alone, angry, and hurt, I was who you turned to. I fueled you to carry on toward your dream. You gave your heart to me when you kept writing, even after you lost all your work. You cannot simply forget me, or simply quit writing. I will always be there, as I am now, in the back
Book recommendation 02: THE LIES ABOUT MUHAMMADBook recommendation 02: THE LIES ABOUT MUHAMMAD3 years ago in Articles & Interviews
THE LIES ABOUT MUHAMMAD
How you were deceived into Islamophobia
By Moustafa Zayed
excerpt from ‘why this book?’ and the preface:
I could have gathered all the known fabrications and lies about Islam or Prophet Muhammad (PBUH) and answered them one after the other in an indexed way. Why choose the Robert Spencer book "the Truth About Muhammad" to answer and refute its claims and accusations, page by page and paragraph by paragraph?
I wanted to show how far the intentional fabrications against everything Muslim have gone, and in details of its process and how it is done.
I wanted to demonstrate how parts or full Holy Quran verses are omitted when their translations don't fit the author's Allegations, how only well-known fabrications and unreliable sources are used to support the most extreme of opinions, and worse, how sometimes zero evidence whatsoever is the basis of the weirdest of claims.
This is not some difference in opinions, tastes, o
The Last BookThe last book you readThe Last Book2 years ago in Free Verse
I imagine a little like your last breath
when you don't know that you're dying
just yet - maybe the last book you'll read
will be one you know well, and read a good many times,
breathing life into words by reading them,
making letters, names, stories come alive -
or maybe, the last book that you will read
will be one you have not had the time to learn
how to love; maybe it is difficult to love,
with winding, confusing phrases and a tendency
for the overly mysterious, or dramatic,
and maybe it made you cry -
the last book you read,
will it be a special one? maybe
a beloved's diary, or your own diary entries
about that one person you love(d), or maybe
it will be compulsory reading, and no fun at all,
maybe you'll put it aside feeling relieved
about having read it, or feeling lost,
because you almost drowned
in the world of this book -
the last book you read,
we know nothing of for sure, save maybe
that it'll be the last book you will read.
A Book Without a ReaderTo be a bookA Book Without a Reader2 years ago in Free Verse
would be the most glorious thing of all;
for a true reader
loves a book like they love their souls
In my lonesome waking hours
or during the silence under the covers
I am as sad and as lonely
as a book without a reader
I've tried to read the others
but I found it much too hard
for just when I get interested
in the winding story line
they get up and leave
and they never tell me why
for I am a book with no reader
to cradle me closely
even though I'm torn
And though others have read my pages
none of them have stayed.
Some have taken pages,
others took chapters
a few wrote their names
on the front cover of my heart
in permanent ink
never to depart.
During the sunlit hours
I will smile and laugh and sing
but only to hide
these lonesome bones
that sigh and crack with doubt
For I have gotten so deliciously deceiving
at being happy
that I no longer know the difference
between when I'm telling tales
and when my heart thunders
BooksTo some peopleBooks10 years ago in Free Verse
they're just bits of paper
glued to a fragile spine
But to me they are friends
welcoming me at any time
opening up their hearts
to show me their secrets
I laugh with them
I cry with them
they've let me into
the lives of so many
people with fantastic lives
people who have grand adventures
and for a few hours
That I'm just me
The Book of Forum, number 1The Book of Forum, number 110 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives
The Forum According to Curran
Creation- or the First
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then, there was more nothing.
Then there was someone's dog, but it went away really fast with our slipper.
And there then was still nothing.
Then there was a great blank stare.
The Great Blank Stare loomed over the blank, gray-green world and decided that something had to come. It took him three days. Well, we SAY it took three days, but who is to say what time is to the Great Blank Stare. To it, there was no day, par se. So let's just say it took a certain amount of time of random thoughts going in and out of its orange head for the decision to be made. Having decided, it then set to work creating the realm of Forum, and the many nations and inhabitants to populate it.
First were the Forums, many in number and layered like the frosting on a bundt cake. The Deviants realm, with its wild growth and cycle of life and death. The fiery and dangerous lands of Complaints, where only the stou
Hetalia X Reader ~ The Book ~ INTROHetalia X Reader ~ The Book ~ INTROHetalia X Reader ~ The Book ~ INTRO2 years ago in Romance
With a slight huff, you clutched the assignment even closer to you. The enormous bookshelves were slightly intimidating, as you walked around trying to find the literature section.
You were here for an assignment for your Literature Analysis Course, after the professor burst into the room. With his giant eyebrows twitching he burst into a rage filled rant about the importance of Literature.
Apparently people did not do well on the paper.
Which was confirmed at the general groaning the filled the room after he then threw the papers at the respective owners.
“You have to write an eight page paper on a book that is published outside of its country.
In your paper you have to describe any symbolism in the book as well as, if any, influence on the literature world."
This wasn't your first time in the library, but it was however your first visit to the Literature section. And the towering bookshelves that repeated the same pattern over and over
Book of Shadows BlessingI do call the Lady and the LordBook of Shadows Blessing5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word
to harken that my secrets I do bore to thee
Bless my words and bless my book
Embrace my soul, and trace my heart
And let no malice, no ill-intent
Be scripted here within these texts
Shall then all come to pass
When my hearts desires do speak.
Let thy wisdom and thy virtue
Guide me to my one true nature
Let the sun shine o'er me,
Fill my being with energy.
Let the moon glow far and wide,
And through it shall the truth be mine.
Mighty powers of Earth, and Wind, Water and Fire
To those my final call doth go.
Tempered Earth, aid me in my cherished growth.
Wild winds, shall I beckon thy clever and playful dance.
Flowing waters, shall my path be soon revealed.
Scorching fires that churn and flicker, let thy passion never ember.
Let my actions heed thy wisdom, and so
That I shall harm none, to do what I will.
How to Judge a Book by its CoverWhen it comes to the "literature" from the Young Adult section at the library, I think it's gotten to the point that you can indeed judge a book by its cover.How to Judge a Book by its Cover2 years ago in Reviews & Guides
Just because something is a book, does not mean that it doesn't make you stupid. Sometimes books can be brain-rotting, even more so than a good old, wholesome cartoon, if I may be so bold.
Today I will show you a guide about how to judge a book by its cover; that way you can conveniently know what books to avoid and which you decide are tolerable.
WARNING!!!!!!!! DO NOT CONFUSE THESE FOR GOOD BOOKS THAT HAVE SOME OF THE SAME TRAITS.
Okay, carry on:
Charlie Jackson is a teenage boy who is off to save the world from an evil foe. He and his best friend: Conveniently-Loyal-Steve, the girl he secretly admires for some unknown reason even though she's a huge jerk: Girls-Have-To-Be-Perfect-And-Tough-Or-Else-It's-Sexist-Jane, set off as an "unlikely" trio on a cliche adventure peppered with mostly sarca
A book without a coverA book without a cover,A book without a cover6 years ago in Open
Lies shivering beneath the sky,
The words bleeding and fading
Amongst an author's soft cry.
A rose without its petals,
Sways sadly in the breeze,
Taking a deep last breath,
And dies in the freeze.
A person without a face,
With no identity or soul,
Stands alone in the crowd,
Following the general flow.
A life without meaning,
Or love or aim or hope,
Sits upon the stone, staring,
Begging for the rope.
Book of KnowledgeBook of Knowledge5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
The large oak door that guards the tomb -
sealed by time, and wind-worn bare,
it stands - mid moss, age, and gloom.
Centre carved, dark eyes stare
with troll like nose on devil features
and razor fangs from gaping maw -
born ugliness, this guardian creature.
A warning to man, beast, and all:
"Barren trees gnarled and twisted,
grey mist secrets earthen floors,
all are lost, the souls that visit,
who brave this fateful, darkened door."
Fueled by legend, story, and myth
came one young man, a traveled stranger -
truths revealed, his heart's own wish.
Not obstacles nor threat of danger
would keep him from his life of quest,
in search of knowledge and wisdom aged,
a valiant knight who knew no rest.
The tomb before, the landscape staged,
his eyes he closed, and swallowed hard.
The fear that wound up through his spine,
he bade it gone with uttered ward,
and felt the pull upon his soul from depths within the ancient shrine.
As steps were silent on forest floor
came winds of warning, cold and sh
book loverCaress my spine,book lover8 years ago in Free Verse
spread me wide,
and fill your hands
with me. Follow
my pattern, trace my texture
with the tip
of your finger. I'm offering
you a story inked into
of my skin. I've laid
myself bare for you.
Here are all the secrets
of my folding places.
Read on me, revel in me,
listen, linger. This is me
at my most intimate.
I'm giving you my
Book recommendation 04: Idiot's guide to IslamBook recommendation 04: Idiot's guide to Islam2 years ago in Articles & Interviews
By Yahiya Emerick.
Imagine learning that there are over a billion people in the world, one sixth of humanity, who follow a religion that you never really studied in school. This little known religion is called Islam. Perhaps you’ve heard the name before or developed some opinions about it based on what you’ve seen in the news. However, if you’re like most people, you might not know a great deal about Islam. Well, you’ve taken the first step toward understanding more about this mysterious way of life, and you may find yourself pleasantly surprised to learn what it really teaches.
Islam shares many of the same characteristics that are familiar to followers of Judaism and Christianity. In fact, Islam considers itself a related ideology that fits into a tight chronology with these two other religions. As the population of Muslims rises in many Western countries, and as many people discover the impact of Islamic civilization on Western thought, sc
Twilight series book one rantTwilight, or should I say 'Dull Light', or 'City of Twilight'? A rant on Twilight, the first book of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight 'Saga'Twilight series book one rant5 years ago in Reviews & Guides
Hello everyone, a few days ago I discovered a translated version of Twilight in the public library, even though I'd like to read the English version (It wouldn't be bad to get some LOLs from SMeyer's English writing) but...a lot of people seem to be still ordering and queuing for the book, so I have to make do with the translated one.
First thing, bear in mind that I don't mean to say it's bad for people to enjoy Twilight, but I wrote the rant in hope that more people would be aware of how bad the books were written and what kind of wrong/misleading messages it might be sending to their readers. Last but not less, I want everyone to have a good heart-felt laugher by the time they finish reading the following rant.
PS: The title of the book was changed from Twilight into something like City of Twilight, yes it's
Germany x Reader: By the Book"________!" someone called loudly across the break room, causing you to wince at the harsh tone. What did I do this time? you wondered as you turned around to face the source of the outburst- a tall German man named Ludwig; a close friend of yours but not terribly forgiving when he noticed a mistake.Germany x Reader: By the Book2 years ago in Romance
"Y-yes?" you replied timidly as he stalked over to you. He noticed the intimidated look on your face and instantly seemed taken aback, rearranging his stern features into an awkwardly forced grin.
"H-hallo ______, I didn't mean to startle you... erm, can I, ah, ask you something?"
Pinpoints of sweat were gleaming on his brow, and you watched him puzzledly. "Of course, Ludwig. What can I help you with?"
Sighing briefly through his nose, he looked away and awkwardly ran his fingers through his slicked-back blonde hair. "I-I vas vondering if maybe you vould like to come... out... for a cup of coffee vith me sometime!" he finished on a triumphant note, the bright smile still painfully p
The Book ThiefThe Book Thief6 years ago in Visual Poetry
I am nothing more
Than a white monster
With a gray heart.
You can step on my lungs,
But do not step on my heart.
The bitter taste of questions left unsaid
And a mountain range of rubble
Is like eating with a dirty spoon.
At words to save your life,
Powdery arms cannot bind you.
Saumensch, the last human stranger,
Killing yourself with your want to live.
The hand over man
Becomes the stand over man,
But do not stand over me.
Breathing in the colors,
I can taste a thief.
Will you steal
Some words for me?
PietroxReader Book FortSigh…PietroxReader Book Fort1 year ago in Romance
For a moment he sat still staring at the lab wall.
Tony felt the gust of wind as the speedy mutant switched seats.
Now he sat backwards in a rolly chair, his arms propped up on the backrest and his chin resting in the crook of his elbow.
Once again, he exhaled. He began swishing his leg back and forth causing the chair to move slightly and squeak.
A gust of air hit Tony once again, signaling the movement of his unwanted companion who was now perched on a stool.
Another quick movement and he was sitting upside down in the rolly chair spinning in a slow circle.
Tony sat the wrench down with a loud clang.
“Can you do that somewhere else?” Irritation filled his tone as he glared at the silver haired man.
Pietro’s gaze was one of innocence and confusion.
“I haven’t done anything though.” Tony’s eye twitched.
“Either hold still or go bug someone else.”
He opened his mouth to argue
Comic Book HeroWe met in the Summer, I was single and free,Comic Book Hero3 years ago in Free Verse
So fragile and sweet, he took care of me.
He was so much fun, exciting and new,
It was all so amazing, too good to be true.
Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his heart was untrue, his words were lies.
No comic book hero, but a villain disguised.
Our romance was deep, like Superman and Miss Lane
Iron Man, Miss Potts, Spidey and Mary Jane.
He impressed me with gifts, and words sublime,
Affirmations of how he would always be mine.
Like a comic book hero, he swept me away.
He promised me the world, the night and day.
But his heart was untrue, his words were lies.
No comic book hero, but a villain disguised.
As time went by, his promises were lost.
His stories grew grander and my heart was the cost.
The hero, he ran. Where to? No one knows.
But a path of heart ache will follow where he goes.
Like a comic book hero, he too wore a mask.
Promises broken, our love not to last.
And his heart was
Freak's book of vengeanceFreaks book of vengeanceFreak's book of vengeance7 years ago in Fantasy
By The Shadow Demon
(Women into cows)
Sitting in a near empty library, Lauren sat quietly reading away to be ready for her test that she had tomorrow, suddenly her best friend Nicole slammed a large old book in front of her, making Lauren nearly jump out of her skin.
What is your problem? Lauren asks as she can feel her heart beating heavily in her chest.
Look what I found, Nicole said, Lauren looked to find a big and old-looking book that had no title or any writing on the cover isnt cool?
Where did you find that?
Oh, hiding behind couple of Geography books Nicole smiles, Lauren had never seen Nicole this happy in fact she looked a bit different but she couldnt figure it out.
I had a look inside and guess what, Nicole said very cheerfully, Lauren said nothing as she knew the Nicole would tell her anyway. Its full with spells magic spells!
Writing Exercise-Book ProposalWriting Exercise-Book Proposal6 years ago in Editorial
Writing Activity: Mock Book Proposal
Everyone wants to publish a novel. Everybody wants to make it big, be a best seller. This is something you might have heard a lot. One of my English professors said it to me and I often think about it. He was lamenting the fact that a perfectly good short-story writer had abandoned their natural artform to pursue a novel, something they were not good at. It made me wonder, why do people want to write novels? Is it because of the reputation? The opportunity for success? The bedazzlement of potential celebrity in the publishing world? Maybe its because all of the big writers we think of when we think big writers were novelists.
The reason that most people cite, both inside and outside of the industry, is that novels are marketable. Walk into a chain bookstore and this will become quite obvious. Publishers vie for front table exposure. Their free fliers are filled to the brim with cover copies and reviews fro
Book AlibiEnglish:Book Alibi2 years ago in Free Verse
Something popples - it's the waters of many seas
of various "maybe", numerous as water drops
transitory as these little fellows,
when the historical Sun blisters,
durable as them,
when the historical star gets cold.
The paradox of "maybe"
can't progress further,
to the places unreached by the thread of popularity:
Mickiewicz, Mrożek -
they are - without any doubt - the sources
of parakubrickal shining;
even Rodziewiczówna with Orzeszkowa
are ruled by silver sparkles,
almost like at Literary Firmament King's place.
And maybe "maybe" is a feeble alibi?
In the end books weren't constituted to do something more.
The seal of the impermamence of carrying informations
and of the artism from yellowed years was affixed to them,
and now they stick between two desks,
„Maybe one day some eccentric will be looking for me…
or maybe some researcher of forgotten content will be doing so?
And maybe the small sad people, looking for the novel of their childhoo
NoNo you can’t do that!No2 years ago in Free Verse
No you can’t have that!
No we can’t afford that!
No that’s not healthy for you!
No you can’t stay up that late!
No you need to loose at least five more pounds!
No that college won’t accept your lazy self!
No that’s not perfect!
No a ‘98’ can’t be your best!
No you can’t make a living from writing!
No you can’t do what you dream!
No, no, no, no, NO!
I’m so tired of ‘No’!
Yes you can just sit there like a good girl.
Yes you can eat all these protein shakes and vitamins.
Yes you can be the perfect person I want.
Yes I’ll go take a bunch of advanced classes I’ll never pass.
Yes I’ll go become an engineer like everyone else.
Yes I’ll give up on my dreams cause they’re stupid.
Is that what it w