Here's to those who are hurting You're not poison ivy and you're not crushed mimosa, you're not a history of screwed ups and let downs, you're not choked hazard with nothing else to give. You're not his or hers or theirs to be tugged and pulled around by their selfish and egocentric whims and your future is certainly not on their leash. You don't combust into flames and extinguish into ashes on the click of their fingers, so breathe and relax. You don't owe anyone anything and you certainly are not their definition of damaged cassette tapes.Here's to those who are hurting16 hours ago in Philosophical More Like This
Tell anyone who had ever told you that you're not gritted teeth and clenched fist to screw off because you had been inhaling vile smoke and your lungs are turning black and your kidneys are rebelling into cement and stones and you are in the middle of pitfalls and booby traps and all you have are wrong wrong wrong advices that made you cry until your bones f
The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 41When morning broke, Cholena's eyes fluttered open. She yawned and stretched, looking over at Tanya who was sleeping beside her. Tanya slept in a lot, being up late most nights. Although Cholena often stayed up just as late, she enjoyed being awake to stare out the bedroom window as the sun rose over the tall buildings. A sight she always dreamed of seeing when she was little, and something she never tired of. To feel the rays of sunlight on her face was a blessing from the spirits. Wearing one of Tanya's extra night gowns, she got on her knees and rested her arms on the window sill above the bed, smiling and looking at the view. If Tanya weren't sleeping, she might have begun singing "Anywhere in Your Dreams" to herself.The Great Mouse Reporter ~ Chapter 411 day ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once satisfied, Cholena climbed out of bed, and opened the door, seeing Catherine laying on the couch. She looked to be awake though, and she turned her head toward Cholena.
"Oh, good morning Cholena," Catherine said.
"Good morning," Cholena replied, coming closer, "Ho
Jurassic World ReviewGood morning, good afternoon or good evening! This is Henry Hor here. So I just watched Jurassic World and it was great! I loved Jurassic Park, I first watched it when I was seven and became my favourite movie before Star Trek became my favourite movie. I used to talk about how much I loved this film to my friends and my teachers when I was in year one and I was even given a school certificate for my knowledge of Jurassic Park. I also watched both sequels: The Lost World was good but not as good as Jurassic Park. Jurassic Park III... wasn't that good.Jurassic World Review4 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So before I watched Jurassic World, I hoped for it to at least be as good as The Lost World and surprisingly, it was better than The Lost World. Okay, it's just my opinion and it cannot beat Jurassic Park for sure.
Anyway, the story is simple, it's just another film about a "beast" that escapes and go rampaging which is what I'm disappointe
''Worst excuse ever...''Erhard Muller also known as CR-S01 of Resurgam First Care had seen a lot of odd things in his life. From becoming a convict temporarily to now being a free man, to fighting deadly diseases and saving dozens of lives…''Worst excuse ever...''5 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
But this transfer was taking the cake he decided.
“It’ll be good for you! This doctor needs experience and you need experience out of the hospital!” The chief had told him.
“It’ll be fun.” His coworkers had said.
He wondered if they saw what he was dealing with right now they’d say it would be fun.
Because Erhard was wondering just who was going to set him off.
The town he was in was called New Domino City, the hospital he was working at one of the better ones but the odd injuries he received almost daily to treat were just bizarre. Including the excuses.
“So… You told him no… And he stabbed you…” Erhard stated slowly as he tried to comprehend what his latest patient was telling him. “For a
Freedom of Speech.You have your freedom of speech. You have every right to speak your mind, to voice your opinion. It’s okay to “butt in” when you feel it’s necessary to protect someone who can’t help themselves.Freedom of Speech.10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
You have every right to go against that person who’s speaking bullshit and spreading false rumors. You have the right to stand up for that stranger down the street.
You have your freedom of speech.
On the other hand, want to know what you don’t have?
The freedom to belittle someone openly, the right to bully that kid around the corner, the right to insult those who think differently.
Freedom of speech does not mean you can offend everyone that disagrees with you. Lower your pride and know when you're wrong.
A Spooky Ghost's StoryLavinia Clutterbuck looked into Camera 2 and smiled.A Spooky Ghost's Story11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Today,” she said, “we’re looking at the world of ghost modelling. More and more of the dearly departed are taking up this career, and here to tell us a bit more about it is ghost supermodel, Spooky!”
There was huge applause from the studio audience and a translucent young woman drifted on. She floated over to the chair opposite Lavinia’s and eventually came to a stop in a sitting position just above it.
“Welcome!” said Lavinia. “We’re so pleased to have you!” She leaned forward. “First of all, I have to ask… ‘Spooky’ isn’t your real name, is it?”
Spooky grinned. “No—I wasn’t always a ghost! I used to be plain Miranda Atherton.” She laughed a little. “Plain in all senses. I don’t think anyone gave me a second look during the twenty-two years I was alive.”
“But that all changed after you
The Amastereth Short Story IThe Amastereth Short Story I1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
These were the accounts recorded by Ardor, the first of the Fire-casters, who was at the right to Herin his comrade.
In the years of the Great Apostasy, the Iacum struck many of the Sons of Senetar. Among them was the husband and children of one woman named Zilah. She came to hate the Iacum for what they had done. She took up arms in the great battles against them, her rage unfathomable. Zilah stood among the strongest warriors of Herin’s army, standing at the front, cursing death, challenging the Iacum and mocking them. Zilah’s flaming eyes of violet and void-colored hair was the last thing many Iacum saw. Her name meant death for any who heard it. The very shadows of the earth bent to her will. The Sons of Senetar counted her among the mighty. They spread tales and songs about her conquests. Herin himself appointed her among his great generals. She needed not strategy nor trickery to overcome her foes, only a blade tightly clenched in her
100 Facts maybe not know about Friendship is MagicThe full name is: My Little Pony Friendship is Magic. I'm including: Side content as well. This series has alot content some-times was hard to pick what fact to focus on.100 Facts maybe not know about Friendship is Magic12 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
100) The word called Brony can be use for males or females over older popular of Friendship is Magic.
On side-note: I have better names for adult fans:
1) Males are Stallions Fans
2) Females are Manes Fans
or the best word is Fans
99) Tara Strong the voice actress who does the voice of Twilight Sparkle. Has cosplay that character before.
98) All of Mane 6 actress's are Canadian
97) People think Rainbow Dash sound alot like Buttercup from Powergirl Z.
In Equestria Girls
96) The Movie win two awards
95) Tara Strong nominated being part of this direct to DVD two times.
94) It has been stated by Meghan McCarthy and others who work on the cartoon that the events of this film will have no bearing or effect on season four of "Friendship is Magic", responding to the concerns of some fans who didn't want to see the show change
Who We Are: Night It felt akin to a chilling caress from the moon itself, the magic as it reacted to night's approach. By this alone was he made sharply aware of it's coming no matter where he found himself at day's end. Then would rise the misery of anticipating the moon's arrival, a sorrow wallowed in every evening at dusk. There was but one reprieve to the weariness of its great power. A faint flicker hope, just enough to keep his agony in silence. Hope that, in the exchange of time drawing near, there would again be a brief instant to look upon her. Perhaps, to even call her name and see her eyes light at the sound of his voice.Who We Are: Night20 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had turned his own eyes to study her as she rested, talons tethered, to a fallen branch beside him. These sought after moments he wished to experience were rather rare, but strong within his memory as each came and went. They kept him driven onward, even sane. Never letting him fall into the deepest dark of surrender inside of himself. Ideally, they kept the
Starcrossed || Forty-FourSo many things happened at once. Elise almost worried that she had said too much and angered him. But then, he was holding her close and crying, his voice rumbling around her in an apology that Elise could easily tell was genuine. So she wept with him.Starcrossed || Forty-Four13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Held before him again, Elise already noticed a difference. Just minutes ago, he had been unsure and a little bit clumsy handling her, not to mention the alarming roughness when he squashed her in the same hand as Sean. But now, Jared held her delicately, as if she might be made of crystal. She barely registered his tearful warning.
More tears flowed freely, but they were perforated with soft laughter. Her relief was almost tangible. Elise leaned her face into his contact, relishing the simple feeling of his giant fingerprints on her cheek. "Oh my God," she whispered. "I thought you might be gone for good." She looked over his face, her eyes drinking in his appearance like it was water in the desert.
Sean sat atop the crate, propped up on
Untitled"je n'ai plus d'espoir , qui pourra me redonner ce que je ressentais avant , tout le bonheur qui me possedait chaque jour de voir mes amis , ma famille ... Mais tout cela à changer , je ne suis plus qu'un souvenir pour tout le monde , je ne suis qu'un pion qu'on deplace afin d'arriver a ses fins"Untitled10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Arthur's backstorySUBJECT 10A-00Arthur's backstory9 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Subject 10A-00 brought in for testing. Mr. Forde mentioned something about it being an honor to have him here?
Testing on Subject began. As per instruction, exactly ██ volts of electricity were sent directly to the subject's Cerebellum, followed by several milligrams of chemical A into Parietal lobe. Subject to be monitored every day, and directly interacted with by staff every other day.
Subject has displayed on several occasions wishes to be referred to as Arthur. Subject seems to slowly be losing function of limbs as predicted, although the hoped for effect of increased psychic ability has yet to occur. Mr. Forde seems determined to have the experiments continue with higher dosages of chemical A as well as an added dosage of chemical D, used in the highly unstable Subject 09A-150. Chemical D should, alongside chemical A, should stimulate the reactions n
A Lycan's Return: Chapter 17It was with those first bitter memories of its absent father that the once calm and collected young lycanthrope suddenly breaks out in an unrelenting outburst of pure anger and aggression, the enraged animal sat opposite the concerned brunette howling out at the top of its lungs before abruptly smashing the plates and glasses spread across the table at its disposal, carelessly wiping out the entire contents of the table in its blind rage as I fully embrace the sheer indescribable hatred boiling up inside me.A Lycan's Return: Chapter 1718 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“How can the man who had hidden from me my entire life have the nerve to turn up out of the blue and expect me to accept him as my father?! Not only that, but believe that he can turn me into a bloodthirsty monster with no self-control and for me not to try and kill him for it?!” I bark out aggressively, scraping my thick black claws across the table as the violent flicker of red in my eyes spurs the terrified vet to try everything in her power to calm down her angered
Kuinka ajaa autoa Suomessa-How to drive in FinlandEnglish translation in italics right below the Finnish text!Kuinka ajaa autoa Suomessa-How to drive in Finland7 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. Maksa ensin 2 500+ euroa B-ajokortista, ja muutama tonni lisää jos haluat lisää kirjaimia korttiisi. Lisää laskuun muutama satanen jos reputat kokeissa ja joudut ottamaan lisäajotunteja. Älä unohda pimeänajokoetta äläkä liukasrataa. Muista käydä II-vaihe läpi kahden vuoden sisällä, muuten joudut aloittamaan koko rumban alusta. Jos perheessäsi on jo ajokortillinen, hän voi opettaa sinut ajamaan ja pääsette hieman halvemmalla... paitsi että hänen täytyy ensin suorittaa jokin koe osoittaakseen olevansa opettajakelpoinen autoilija.
First, pay $2,800+ USD for driver's licence class B, and a few thousands more if you want more letters to your licence. Add a few more hundreds to the bill if you fail the tests and are told to take extra driving classes. Don't forget your night-time dr
BlackBlack3 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was sunset. The fog was as thick as syrup, it was the perfect cloak for my virulent gore filled act to be committed, unseen. I had been planning for weeks, putting the pieces together so that I could do this and not be caught. It was the perfect time.
As I pulled the truck up to the gate entrance guarding the forest, the sun had nearly vanished from the sky, only leaving a faint red-orange streak at the underbelly of the atmosphere. The metamorphosis of the sky was almost complete. Soon she will know just how vindictive I truly am. I thought to myself. Oh how truly ingenious this plan was! All of that time waiting and planning will most surely pay off! It will work out wonderfully!
Just as I started to grow impatient the sun finally fully set, leaving me alone in the caliginous night. It was finally time! I let out a quick soft chuckle. I may be a maverick, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid
FFM 03: Frightful Weather“It’s snowing,” Krysar says.FFM 03: Frightful Weather2 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Whatever is drifting down in fat flakes from the riotous skies above Eulalia, “It isn’t snow,” Aselmax says. First of all, “It stinks.” Indeed the substance gives off a fragrance both repulsive and sweet, “Like vomit. And spun sugar.”
Secondly, “It’s the wrong colour.” The ‘snow’ is the palest, unhealthy shade of pink.
“What’s causing it?” Krysar asks.
Aselmax points ahead of them to a drift of the un-snow. In the filtered daylight streaming down the street, this patch has sprung into some kind of noxious bloom. Thick, segmented pink stalks shoot up before their eyes like a time-lapse recording and unfold in fleshy white blossoms. These warped flowers remind him of deseased pustules, and fibroma warts. “Nothing good.”
CS S1 Episode 6: Met with Terrible Fates part 2Everyone stood where they were and were pondering what Ben just said,........play a game......that's what he said, that was the terms of his agreement to be on Slender's side, it was quite in the room until Slender spoke upCS S1 Episode 6: Met with Terrible Fates part 28 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slenderman:....play a game, Ben?....
Ben: yes Slendy.......a simple game......
everyone was now both eager and worried at what kind of game he ment, but Slender didn't have time for Ben to mess around with them and play some silly game
Slenderman: Ben, i don't think that now's the time to be playing games, we've got more important things to worry about...
Ben: oh really?......how's a little growing media a more important thing than a innocent little game between acquaintances....
Slenderman was starting to get a little mad at Ben bluntness
Slenderman: Ben....seriously, we don't have time for this, we need your help in stopping the human from discovering our existence any further, there was even a news article that said a website that had your hacked game was shut do
Don't Ever Make LemonadeDon't Ever Make Lemonade23 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I sat chewing on yet another lemon rind as I stared across the lemon fields. Yellow fruits as far as the eye could see, and I was sick of it. Why couldn't my grandparents have been wealthy peach field farmers? Peach farmers have giant, three story mansions and wrap around porches. I have a three room shack. They have barn-fulls of high power equipment. I have a single tractor that's costing me a thousand bucks every other week for repairs.
Lemons, it had to be lemons. Rows and rows of sour, golden fruit. Maybe it was growing up on sour lemonade and lemon pie, but I don't even like the things. Can't stand them really.
I leaned back against the fence a bit more, studying those colorful little pests. I spit the rind out. It landed a few inches shy of the rind pile and its gnat storm. Shaking my head, I peeled another fruit and slurped its juice.
"I'd of though you'd have gotten used to the taste of lemons by now." My neighbor, a large man with a loud mouth personality th
FFM 03 - Countdown0:17……FFM 03 - Countdown5 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Marshall watched the clock tick down and flashed a wild grin at the woman inside the glass tube beneath. She had played right into it.
“PLEASE, MARSHALL!” She screamed over the blaring sirens. “DON’T DO THIS TO ME!”
He spat a dry laugh and shook his head, with his finger over the button. As soon as the safety countdown was completed, he could finish this.
“It’s you or me, Anya. Only enough air for one.”
He mashed the button, opening the airlock.
“I love you, Anya.” The vacuum sucked away the words, and then Marshall himself.
Harpies Havoc Part IVHarpies Havoc PART IVHarpies Havoc Part IV7 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Presently Tameka had just killed Jeyuu walking toward each of the fallen comrades as she began to sheathe her katana back into it's sheath, she noticed that the majority of the comrades had died with only four survivors. She stretched her hands examining the wounds on the comrades bodies, as she did so her hands began to glow silver creating a silver aura of magical power, she then began to speak softly into a whisper,
“ (Whispering): By the glory of knighthood, let gallantry and honor clear the body of all suffering pains of the internal and external sorrows. Let healing hands avail them renewed again “
Tameka's hands were brilliantly glowing with silver beauty as she lowered her hands to touch the comrades wounds, the instant her hands touched the wounds then the person she healed came regained their consciousness wondering how they were alive after the quick attacks they were dealt. She continued to use her healing abilities helping everyone back to
Thoughts of a DaLatz: MLP FiM S05E10My Little Pony: Friendship is MagicThoughts of a DaLatz: MLP FiM S05E1017 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
S05E10: Princess Spike
"Call me Princess Spike"
(© MLP Wikia)
Before I start, a little game. Can you find a similarity in the following episodes?*
Owl's Well That Ends Well
Secret of My Excess
Spike at Your Service
Just for Sidekicks
If your answer was that "they're all Spike episodes", then congratulations, you're right! You can have a cake! :iconcakeplz: You may ask, why did I ask you if I already knew the answer. Well, here's the deal: all those episodes feature feature Spike. And guess what? They all suck/not be featured in my top 10 favourite MLP episodes list if I decide to make any. Owl's Well..., Dragon Quest, Spike at Your Service, Power Ponies, Equestria Games are all "Spike meets failure" type of episodes, while Secret of My Excess and Just for Sidekicks
Where dark angels goHome, sweet home, some might have said. I didn't.Where dark angels go15 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The place I grew up in... meant little more to me than one final visit, a last homage to the time when I used to be human. Funny, I don't even seem to remember. It feels like I've always had these wings, even though I know I didn't.
The empty house. The burnt down dojo. The tombstone of my former sensei. The trees growing from the ashes of the burnt wood. The memory still made me cringe and touch the spot on my back where my wings would sprout any moment I desired, even though it is but a hazy memory. The last homage to my human self which died here, when I “earned“ my wings. Yet not the tomb of my humanity.
It was time to go. She was still waiting for me.
I got up, leaving the old sword behind. It wasn't dull; I kept it in good shape. But it was of no more use to me. It was truly time to let go of anything that wasn't me. When something doesn't change, it is dead. The past. This is just what this place is. The past. It is d
El clientePara mi tío; El dragón rojo, guardián de relatos.El cliente12 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fue muy extraño escuchar la voz de Tomasa en lugar del robótico canto del gallo en el reloj. Mi hija trajo aquel aparato como regalo por uno de mis cumpleaños.
Al principio lo usaba para escuchar la radio, pero cuando el sueño se volvió más fuerte que yo, pues no me quedó otra opción más que enseñarme a programar el despertador de ese reloj. Y así me acostumbré al cacareo del gallo. No despertaba hasta que lo escuchaba cantar.
―Despiértate Lucio, quien sabe quién toca la puerta ―decía mi mujer sin dejar de moverme.