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 hurting3 days 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
5 Tips for Casual Writers5 Tips for Casual Writers5 Tips for Casual Writers2 days ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anybody Can Write a Novel
Chapter 9 “Types of Writers” – Section 5 “Casual Writers”
With Links to Supplementary Material
I finally have internet again, and so will be talking today about Casual Writing—an attitude toward storytelling that is more laid back and finds a secondary place when compared to other interests. There is great power in this sort of writing that comes through a greater sense of detachment from the words on the page, which allows for very powerful editing, and no feeling of being hurried. However, as a secondary skill and interest, there must be measures in place to raise the writing to a high enough level for publication, as well as ways to ensure that the writer does not become disinterested in their work in the long amount of time required to finish a novel at that pa
Sky Flowers and Burning DesiresBOOM!Sky Flowers and Burning Desires2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What was that?" Rhymepaw asked, her eyes wide. Most of the other apprentices looked as frightened as she, tails puffed up to be twice their size and eyes the size of the full moon.
"Sounds like the Sky Flowers again," Fawnspots purred, looking up at the sky. Rhymepaw followed her mother's gaze to see another one burst open, illuminating the night sky with a loud bang.
She tilted her head, as soon as it had appeared, it was gone. "Sky Flowers?" her brother repeated. "What are they?"
Fawnspots licked Wasppaw's head as he sat between her paws, watching the night sky too. "Twolegs set them off sometimes, I think. I don't know why."
"They sure are loud," the tom wrinkled his nose.
"Maybe they should have named you Skyflower instead," Marigoldflame laughed, nudging her sister Skylily as the calico herded her frightened kits under her protective tail.
The queen laughed in response. "Because I'm so loud? Is that what you're getting at?" she batted at her littermate's
Creepypasta: An Ominous Black RoseCreepypasta: An Ominous Black Rose2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was around 7 o’clock P.M in the upscaling town of Wood-Point. The autumn sky began to darken as a young, lost boy walked through the dimmed woods of the outskirts of the town. While wandering aimlessly throughout the woods, he wondered which way he had come. The boy was told never to walk in the woods alone, especially during nightfall, but regardless of what he was told he continued to walk with no sense of direction well into the night.
Some say that a figure dark as the night sky wandered throughout the woods during this time, in search of trespassers who dared to cross into its territory. According to courageous witnesses, who say they were saved by this being, said that the figure wore dark coloured clothing and a white mask. Its eyes were a pitch black while its right eye was said to glow an eerie red. No one knew the true motive of the figure which made it confusing whether to fear or praise it.
Whoever was brave enough to venture into the woods and br
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.3 days 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.
The New GodsThe humanoid mechanism leading the tour had a nasal, grating voice. "If you look to your left, we are approaching Planet 32X7Y, known to its inhabitants as Earth," it regurgitated, reciting from a scripted code input into its hardware soon after coming off the factory line. As the craft hurtled through space, the passengers crowded to the window, ooh-ing and aah-ing in their respective languages at the planet that came into view.The New Gods11 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If the guide had emotions it would be feeling a mixture of boredom and disgust. Only the richest of each species could afford to go on this particular space cruise. Though the android had to admit that this job was better than, say, being a crew member with a red shirt.
"All right, if you've seen enough, please follow me into the debriefing room," it chirped, gesturing at the passengers. It led them away from the sight seeing deck and deeper into the craft. A buzz of excitement could be heard from the crowd as they walked down the hallway, eager to finally get
D-Dino's DB Trivia: Part One...Hopping on board the train :iconwater-frez: started...D-Dino's DB Trivia: Part One...2 days ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Kratos vs. Guts
Submitted: July 13th, 2012
Fight Word Count: 2,839
When I first decided to start this trend of DB-Writing, I knew that I had to make a strong first step. It had to be bloody, brutal, and over-the-top. After having read "Berserk" and, inspired by "Kratos vs. Spawn", I decided this was a good place to start. While not extremely bloody and gory, I felt that it captured the two very well and that the final verdict was a believable one.
The fight itself, now that I look at it, is pretty dated. I've certainly come a long way since day one. That said, it does have some moments that I particularly pride myself on.
-This was the first ever Death Battle that I'd ever written
-The reason I wanted to do this was because, a few years back, the "Deadliest Warrior" fan-episodes were swarming places like Fanfiction and Deviantart. I watched Death Battle fo
''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...''2 days 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
Blood and SmokeIt was Falconpaw’s sudden burst into the apprentice den that woke Dreampaw. The she-cat was half tempted to put her claws to the tom’s muzzle for interrupting her sleep, but it was the words that followed his interruption that made her claws that retract. “Fire…?” Her head tilted to the side in curiosity as most of the other apprentices started screaming and running, totally ignoring Falconpaw’s words.Blood and Smoke2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was it. This was her chance.
Right as Hopepaw moved to run past her, she grabbed his scruff and actually managed to pull the tom on his back, much to both of their shocks. “Where are you going?”
“To get dad and Uncle Breezy.” Hopepaw’s eyes were wide, but Dreampaw’s were narrowed. However, she smiled slightly and rolled her brother back onto his stomach.
“I’ll get dad and Uncle Breezemoon. You get out of here. I’m faster than you anyways. We’ll catch up.” With that she flicked her t
The MockingbirdDoctor, do you have a minute to spare?The Mockingbird1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The call was directed at my mother midway between the second and third floor in our apartment complex. Four of us stood on the freshly cleaned stairs. Mother, myself, the cleaning lady, and her little daughter.
Could you please spare some cooking oil?
It had to be one of the rare times I heard shame in someone's voice. The shame of having to ask burdened her immensely. She clasped her hands as she looked at us, and rushed to justify after a moment of silence.
I want to cook for the kids. It's been a week and I couldn't get paid to buy some.
I never knew words needed so much power to come out. She tried to shrug her nervous tone with a smile, but couldn't quite manage to. Instead she looked down.
I didn't wait mother. She taught me better, I knew better. There was much sorrow in a single question, and not the kind of sorrow a mother should be uttering in front of a child. I still heard bits and pieces of their conve
Puppet's AshesSo once again you've done this to me,Puppet's Ashes2 days ago in Emotional More Like This
As if I wouldn't figure it out.
I may be a fucking puppet,
But I'm not as stupid as I appear to be.
So that's fine, I hope you're happy,
Because I'll go and find my last match.
I'll ignite it,
Listening to the satisfying FFT noise of an ignited match.
I'll burn my strings,
I'll burn my ees and watch them melt off my face,
I'll burn my limbs and watch,
Watching them fall like lifeless tree trunks.
And finally I'll set myself on fire,
Until I'm nothing more than fucking ashes in the wind,
Free from all of the pain I've had to endure up to this point...
The Independence of OzA dog, a horse, a lion and a spider…The Independence of Oz1 day ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It sounded like the beginning of a bad joke…
What did they all have in common?
They weren’t in Oz anymore…
The cowardly lion, who was no longer cowardly and preferred to be called Leo, rode atop the horse of a different color across the amber waves of grain in Kansas.
They were greeted by the sight and sound of a small black dog running towards them, alerting its owner to their unlikely visitor.
What a sight they were to behold, Dorothy would remember it always, along with the giant spider that suddenly appeared out of nowhere, chasing them.
The arachnid, Dorothy later learned, had encased the Emerald city with its web to use as its nest. The citizens would be a food source for its babies once they had hatched.
How Leo had gotten there, no one could be sure. While he played bate for the eight-legged monster, the Tinman and Scarecrow planned to liberate the capital. Leo remembered only thinking of Doro
FFM Links - 4 July 2015Welcome, once again, to Flash Fiction Month 2015! It's day four, and you're starting to get smug. "Oh this isn't nearly as bad as last year," you may be saying to yourself. But the Hydra hears you, and we're throwing you down the rabbit hole today. Hope you're ready for some adventure!FFM Links - 4 July 20153 days ago in Editorial More Like This
Flash Fiction Month is about writing – and posting – a story of between 55 and 1000 words in length every day for the month of July. We’ll make it easy by posting prompts every day. We’ll make it fun by cheering each other on. We’ll make it ridiculously hard by posting challenges for you to attempt every couple of days.
Today is one of those 'super hard' CHALLENGE days, but this one comes with a twist that may even throw some of the old FFM'ers for a loop. Not because the challenge itself is so mindbending, but because WE'RE NOT GOING TO TELL YOU WHAT IT IS. Intrigued?
OTD: A Series of Unfortunate Events(A large man with a thin mustache walked over to his closet. He pulled out a Kingdom Hearts shirt before walking out, smirking.OTD: A Series of Unfortunate Events2 days ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
OUTTA THE DVD!
A serious face, a subtle face- You show a lot of faces
The man walked out with a smug look.
As Steel walked by, he passed a black katana and a jar. Two spirits emerged—a samurai warrior and a woman clad in white.
BLACK SHOGUN AND KAZUMI
Even if you're told so, you still don't know what to do
Steel waved as he passed an anthropomorphic skunk and smacked the head of an anthro tiger wearing a Hawaiian shirt. The tiger wheeled around, looking irritated.
BINDITHESKUNK AND XEMNAS1992
All people have a part they're hiding in themselves, right?
Steel yelped as a girl around his age with long, black hair and lavender eyes quickly hugged him.
Like that, like this, like there, I can't say it in words immediately
Steel got free and immediately saw a white, ferret-li
Trailblaze II - Chapter 4Trailblaze II - Chapter 42 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter: 4 The Catch of the Day
Tomas could hear the soft sound of waves crashing in the darkness. As if they were calmly surging against a flattened shoreline. His eyes slowly opened with irritation from the saltwater. They were reddened, and his eyelashes were dotted with chunky bits of sand. He coughed up seawater and flipped over on his back. He could feel the warm sand beneath him, already beginning to dry him off. He sat up to find himself marooned on a beach. A piece of the longboat had followed him, and was wedged in the sand prior to his body. The only reason he had stayed afloat was by grabbing hold of his Guardian trunk and using it as a floatation device.
Tomas' beard and hair were soaked in seawater and teeming with sand. His lips were dried and his nose was runny. He sniffled while looking from side to side, searchin
Day 3- The Rifleman's WalkThe rifleman walked his feet bloody. His boots were hours behind him on the dusty road. His feet, worn raw by the unpaved highway, were a collection of bleeding lacerations and oozing blisters. He bent forward as though he were climbing up a steep incline. Just walking jarred his bones, until he felt he would break himself apart from the force of each step.Day 3- The Rifleman's Walk2 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
He must have looked smart once in his officer’s frock, with pressed trousers, and shined boots. Now he looked like a dead man who’d climbed out of his own grave, bloodied from a past that was only two steps behind.
The lemon yellow dress hugged her curves better in his memory. She wore a bonnet over her hair, but for him, for his memory of her, she undid the strings. She dropped the bonnet to the ground. Her eyes were brown, and for him they were wide and full of love, but he couldn’t remember if she’d really loved him that much.
As a hallucination, her stomach was full and round, and pregnancy suited her. Th
A Spooky Ghost's StoryLavinia Clutterbuck looked into Camera 2 and smiled.A Spooky Ghost's Story3 days 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
Screen and SatelliteSystem on go start. Screen flickers from off-black to cosmic-black with a tiny blue marble in the middle and these are my eyes, here, Screen and Satellite. What's the target today Screen? Satellite asks, and I identity the co-ordinates of the nation. Satellite zooms in and the tiny blue marble becomes slightly bigger. A beige polygon with a network of flaming dots around a sea. Oil fields burn in the eastern regions while in the north 24 IAOD (International Agency Of Democracy) battalions intercept 351 rebels. 349; bomb mortar (Smithston & Son Mk. IV) with 95% success rate succeeds with 56% success rate. In the southern citadels riots devour the city. Makeshift flags appear across all major media streams. Their predicted movement is to the market where the dictator's police force shall intercept them; according to social network activity the mob is to grow by 16% and therefore give the mob a 6.7 point advantage over the regime.Screen and Satellite2 days ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This happens to all societies, I tell Satellite. I wonder
The Evolution of an Original SeriesI understand this is rather longish, so I've added a handy tl/dr section at the bottom, in case you need it.The Evolution of an Original Series2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I was originally going to write this in the Artist's Comments section of Page 61, but...well...it got so long that I decided I should probably move it to its own...er...written...spiel thing. Anyway, I figure I've gone on quite long enough without even telling you how I came up with the idea to suddenly do this crazy original story seemingly out of the blue when I've been drawing Pokemon and more recently Harvest Moon fan stories up to this point. Some of these points might be repeats from what I have said earlier in the comments of, say, the first promotional poster, but bear with me.
I've always wanted to create a full color sci-fi manga series that ideally spanned multiple books whose lead character was a little girl I could relate to and ideally involved lots and lots of aliens. That was the "idea" and the "dream" I
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-Four3 days 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
Driftclan Chat?Hey anyone wanna go rp in the driftclan chat?? I will be there with Tumblekit and Flamestar if anyone in Driftclan wants to come join and rp~Driftclan Chat?18 hours ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Sorry if im bothering any of the other admins while doing this x3)
STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: EpilogueSTC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Epilogue2 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
San Francisco, Earth
April 4, 2270
Admiral James Komack entered the reception area of Admiral Morgan Rigel’s office and immediately noticed that the office furniture wasn’t Starfleet regulation – it was all real wood. Something that he felt was unnecessary and even ostentatious. Not strictly against regulations, but he disapproved nonetheless. Behind the reception desk was a lieutenant of Chinese ancestry and a very attractive one at that. She immediately stood.
“Good afternoon, Admiral.”
Komack gave a nod. “Lieutenant. Where’s Admiral Rigel?”
“Waiting for you in his office, sir. I’ll announce you.”
“That won’t be necessary.” Komack walked past her, gave the old-fashioned wooden door leading to Morgan’s office a single knock (more ostentatious decoration as far as he was concerned) and went in wit
Movie Review: Jurassic WorldMovie Review: Jurassic World9 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
In 1993, the world was reintroduced to the creatures that lived far before with the highly successful and critically praised Jurassic Park. A movie that had likeable characters, an intense story, a well-written script, and, above all else, some of the best effects that still hold up to this day. The movie was a massive hit in 1993 and it was still a massive hit when it was re-released in theaters in 3D in 2013. Since then, it has remained such an iconic movie along with films such as Jaws, Back to the Future, or even E.T. Jurassic Park even helped to make dinosaurs immensely popular despite how now it's accuracy to dinosaurs can be considered dated or just plain false, such as them having feathers as opposed to scales.
In 1997, Steven Spielberg was brought back to the director's chair to direct a sequel to the first movie called The Lost World: Jurassic Park. Because of how much of a cinematic icon the first movie was, it was no question that it was marketed like crazy, especially with
Darned Adders! (Stoneclan Assignment July)This is unbearable.Darned Adders! (Stoneclan Assignment July)14 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
That thought wouldn't stop flashing across Littlesong's mind, and likely the minds of all the cats surrounding her. The unfiltered heat that was beating down on their backs from the sun was suffocating, making all the cats on the patrol pant with each breath. This type of heat wasn't normal in Stoneclan, even in greenleaf. It made hunting and patrolling difficult, with most cats only being able to work for an hour or so at a time before having to take a rest in the shade.
Littlesong was one of these cats, having a thick coat suited for the cooler weather that her Clan was known for. She walked with her head down, having little energy in this type of weather. As she slowly lifted her head to look up, she realized she was a few steps behind her Clanmates. She frowned softly and attempted to catch up, but as she quickened her pace, small white stars danced in front of her eyes.
She quickly stopped and blinked, mewing "I-I'm sorry everyone.. but can we take anoth