TBST-Case 1: Study in Pink Part 1TBST-Case 1: Study in Pink Part 12 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Case 1: A Study in Pink Part 1
The next day I woke up from a good night sleep, I decided to go jogging but I had to plan out where I’m going, I changed into my jogging clothes, tied my hair into a ponytail with stray bangs, saw the keys to the flats, took them (place them in my zipper pocket), went downstairs to put on my running shoes (tied the laces and running socks), got out the door, locked it with the key (placed it in my zipper pocket, zipped it up) and started my jogging, I started to figure out where the routes are and kept jogging. After 45 minutes of jogging I got back to the apartment, took a shower, wore my black-grey shirt over a multi-purple striped jacket, dark blue jeans and grey shoes, straightened my hair and went downstairs to get something to eat.
When I got downstairs a woman with short blonde hair, dark eyes wearing a nice purple casual dress and nice high heeled causal shoes was picking up some trash until she noticed me and was startled.
Some People Never Change I walked around in circles between the shelves of the library, my book bag now carrying an urban fantasy, a book I’d liked as a kid and wanted to re-read, and a book written by an author that I referred to in my head as an “English class author” – one who lived over one hundred years ago whose books most high school students won’t read unless they’re forced to. I never left a library feeling like I’d checked out everything I wanted, and Kate wouldn’t be picking me up for another half an hour or so, whenever her class ended, so I had time to kill.Some People Never Change3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I walked away from browsing science fiction paperbacks, I thought I heard someone call my name, but when I turned, nobody was there. I heard my name again, this time closer. “Becky!”
Now I saw the person who’d been calling me, but I didn’t recognize her. She had long brown hair, glasses, and
What people are doing by being anti-feministDismissing that women's health is still under attack in 2014 (soon to be 2015)What people are doing by being anti-feminist1 month ago in Historical More Like This
Dismissing that approximotly 1.3 milion women are victims of domestic violence
Dismissing that 1 in 3 women are raped in their lives
Dimissing that cat-calling is still an issue
Dismissing that women are still payed on average 75¢ on the dollar compared to men (which gets lower depending on your racial background and skin pigment)
Dismissing that women are less likely to get a job than men
Dismissing that women's opinions are less likely to be taken seriously than of a mans
Dismissing the fact that patriarchy is still a thing
Dismissing that women in other parts of the world are still being sold into slavery, sex trafficing, and child marriages.
Dismissing that women are still being slut shamed and victim blamed after sexual assault, domestic abuse and leaked nudes
Dismissing that 93% of women who killed their husbands were abused by them
Dismissing that in different parts of the world, wome
Even A Ninja May Cry one-shot "So, what is this place?", Naruto asked, "It's a really big city" The city was bigger then any Hidden Village that Naruto and Hinata had ever been to; the four devil hunters along with Kyrie and Patty had arrived in this city a couple of days ago. Hinata wore a light purple sundress with her open-toed shoes as Naruto wore an orange shirt with a black vest and his orange pants and his black shoes. Kyrie wore a simple dress while Patty wore a very girly-girl dress while the devil hunters wore their signature outfits as Nero hid his Devil Bringer in a cast and sling, but this day was different then any normal day; everyone except Naruto and Hinata had gloomy looks on their faces as Dante answered Naruto's question, "This city is called New York City" Naruto noticed a lot of people around two square holes in the ground with water sliding down the walls; both not far from the other as Lady said with somber in her voice, "We're here" Naruto and Hinata got closer and they sEven A Ninja May Cry one-shot1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meet LukeMeet Luke2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Luke walked into his new school environment, “Well then...” he said. There were jocks one way, and bitches the other. Luke sighed, His parents got divorced and he went with his father. Not because he particularly wanted to but because it was honestly the best option for his well being. But his father could have enrolled him somewhere....nicer.
But Luke decided he make the best of it. Luke was a friendly person he like people and people liked him, and girls loved him. But once he tells them he likes boys they either leave him alone or can't accept the fact that he is gay. Not that it bothers him so much, he still smiles and is nice to them. Luke walked down the hall.
“LET GO!” he heard a scream, he looked over to see three girls carrying another one.
“WELL!” the one holding her arms, she had black hair with red tips, “Next time you won't shove food in Bambi's hair”
“She deserved it! She is a loser!” the girl being carried away
Wednesday NightThe ceiling was smooth and black, and Silver sort of wished it was dirty and bumpy like Ethan’s so it would at least be interesting to look at. After all, he spent an unreasonable amount of time staring at it. The majority of his time at “home” was spent lying on his bed, and glaring at his boring ceiling until dinner, and then again until he fell asleep. Everything was so structured, every piece of furniture matched and there were no patterns in the plain white carpet. Breakfast was 6:30 and dinner at the same time at night. It was horribly monotonous.Wednesday Night2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Until the doorbell rang.
Silver bolted straight up in his bed. No one came to their house. Could it be the police? He rolled off the black comforter and flung open the heavy black curtains he usually kept drawn in front of the gargantuan window that over looked their driveway. It took a moment to adjust to the sunlight, but when he did what he saw filled him with horror; Lyra’s car was parked in the drivew
Memoir StoryMemoir Story2 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is a trail of slime across the rough pavement. My eyes follow it until I spot a grey blob slowly trudging along the backyard. It has a brown, striped shell resting on its back. I run inside and grab my dad’s fancy, professional camera. I come up close and snap a zoomed-up picture of the small snail. Then, I walk inside and enter my room, staring at the picture intently. And suddenly, as if out of nowhere, my memories take me back to my elementary years as if they had occurred just yesterday….
As the memory plays like a movie theatre screen in my head, it is cut up in fragments, showing only the key details that I could remember of that one day. It’s a brisk Sunday afternoon as I stand outside my house. I keep my eyes focused towards the end of the street. Then, a blue bike enters my line of sight as it rides down to my house. I give out an exaggerated wave as the boy riding it stops in front of my house’s driveway. We greet one
SummerMy summer didn't begin in the usual way. It didn't begin with the final day of my senior year, one chapter ending while another is just starting. It didn't begin with my birthday, my first real day as a grown up according to the law. It didn't begin with college orientation, or the drive home from which when it sunk in- in the fall, I would be going it alone at Miami of Ohio.Summer2 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
No. For me, summer began at 4 am when I rolled out of bed and hopped onto a California-bound plane. Summer was wandering around Hollywood, stars in my eyes, gasping about how everything was so expensive from the food to the tacky tee shirts to the Beverly Hills mansions. Summer was standing in line in Anaheim, toddlers whining around me, the smell of sunscreen pungent in the air. Summer was trading snarky banter with my sister as we sat for endless periods in the back of a rental car while my parents struggled to navigate the California traffic. Summer was soft serve at a San Diego Padres game and watching firewor
TuesdaySilver was having a surprising amount of fun with his partner. He’d expected the entire project to be a vexation since he was stuck with the loud boy, but the more time he spent with him the more he discovered they had in common. They were both very eager to begin pokemon training and despite Ethan’s lack of common sense in Silver’s opinion, he was brilliant when it came to pokemon statistics and information, which was going to make the written portion of the assignment simple. They decided to start with the model since it would take the most time, and now a little over an hour in, all they had made was a mess of paper mache and glue on Ethan’s kitchen table.Tuesday3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He had to admit he was slightly surprised by the lack of super vision. He could never find a moment of peace at the mansion without Petrel, Ariana, Proton, or Archer breathing down his neck, this was exceedingly freeing. Ethan’s house was small and quaint, terribly bare in comparison to everything Sil
The Big Match On CampusTNA Impact WrestlingThe Big Match On Campus4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
As the screen cut to an upcoming match graphic with an image of Gail Kim on the left with the Knockouts Championship draped over her shoulder and to her right was an image of Chloe Storm as a big name-plate of the KO Championship was in the middle of them as the up-next logo showed that the ’Uncrowned Knockouts Champion’ Chloe Storm was going to get a chance to become the legitimate Knockouts Champion if she defeated Gail Kim next on Impact Wrestling.
The camera then suddenly cut backstage to reveal Chloe Storm and the mere presence of the loud and obnoxious Scottish Knockout was getting the fans to boo her before Chloe had even said a word. Chloe was wearing her signature gold attire with the lightning bolts all over the tights and the sports bra style top, her old school black wrestling boots were around the 5ft3, 24 Edinburgh native’s feet as she stormed up to the next Director of Wrestling Operations Kurt
Comedy and InsanityComedy and Insanity4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
TNA Impact Wrestling
The Impact Wrestling crowd were greeted from a return from the commercial break to see a pre-taped promo that Chloe Storm did herself in her Florida apartment; books were strewn around the apartment which was evident of the 24 year old Edinburgh native’s part-time job as a teaching assistant, she was wearing a grey vest with a white design on the front of it and the phrase ’Get In Ma’ Belly’ on the front of it, Chloe also wore some grey track-pants and had her long dark brown hair flowing down to her shoulders as she was resting against swivelled on the leather office chair she had in her apartment with a childish laugh before stopping herself as she faced the camera and spoke in her thick Scottish accent.
“Chloe Storm, the uncrowned Knockouts Champion, would like to mention that my signature hunt is going well, I got Spud to sign last week and then I emailed it home to ma’ mum back in Edinbu
A Little Thought on the Education SystemI've always had a problem with the overall method of education that goes about in our paradigm. My main focus was the fact that teachers and professors grade students; why is that?A Little Thought on the Education System4 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
To gauge a student's performance, surely.
But why is it single-sided?
How so is it that educators are made into authority figures that, in most cases, abuse their power?
It's simple, these traditions are nothing but rules dictated by our flawed past.
This must change if we are to witness any global improvement in overall performance of students within all fields.
I personally believe that this problem can be easily remedied through a more "three-dimensional" grading system. One in which educators are allowed to grade students on their performance as usual, but also a system in which students are allowed to grade teachers, to gauge their performance.
This system would function, simply put, as such:
Students are allowed to grade their educators, and if they fall below a certain level, they would have to
Curious Cases Ch. 13 Part 5The conversation didn't turn out to be terribly uncomfortable as the two friends had suspected. Once surrounded by music and literature Roderick became almost animated. McGill had had the good sense to draw the conversation away from art as soon as their host arrived and made it his duty for the remainder of the night to keep it away, far away. Instead the trio spoke about songs they liked or had heard recently and tried out Victor's ukulele and some of Roderick's many instruments. His favorite, apparently was the violin, which he played beautifully. He played all of the instruments beautifully. Fernandez supposed this was out of necessity, as playing the wrong notes would hurt, however, he hated to imagine the hours of torture the other boy must have gone through simply to be able to play properly. He listened diligently as Roderick gushed softly about the ancient literature he enjoyed, which apparently like his art had a fair amount of violence and gore in it.Curious Cases Ch. 13 Part 54 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Why aren't these
elementary gamesThe night was dreary, as the cold summer wind gently blew, sending some cold through the area. The large, puffy, grey cloud hung over the world in a gloomy grey ceiling, hiding the fill yellowish moon, and dim stars. Green grass populated the ground, looking fresh, and lush, looking like green fur. Tree's surrounded the abandoned school, and thunder crackled as the rain started to drip. Animal eyes reflected whatever light seeped through the night, making glowing orbs seem to peer from the deep, dark woods. Not a single soul was in sight, most were sleeping cozy in their warm, safe, homes..elementary games4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dammit, dammit, dammit!" Ruby said as she ran through the halls of the school that were pitch black. The school was empty, but old paper were sprawled out onto the floor. The girl running, Ruby, still had on a school uniform. The skirt was red, with a black belt in it, and the shirt was white short sleeved shirt, and a red vest. She had almost thigh high socks an
[8/8] Message to Blondie McMegamanYo, Blondie. I've come here to pay for my crimes. To turn myself in.[8/8] Message to Blondie McMegaman5 months ago in Letters More Like This
We went to the same elementary school. I always thought you were one of the funniest kids around, beside myself. You introduced me to Captain Underpants.
In first grade, we were in the same class. One day, Tijuana and I stayed late after class because we hadn't finished our work yet (she was pale with big glasses and kinky hair). Remember Crazy Bones? Well, you had left your Crazy Bones out in the open...and... And Tijuana...she...she stole your Crazy Bones for me. It was all my idea, I swear. She did the dirty work, and I took the Crazy Bones home. It was a crime of greed; your Crazy Bones were better and bigger than mine. I still have them somewhere.
So I'm messaging you to apologize for stealing your Crazy Bones. I always liked you, so it's not like I did it out of spite. If you want your Crazy Bones back, I will try to find them an
[5/8] Message to Tijuana JuicepackOne day in grade one, you and I both stayed after class a little because we hadn't finished our work. We were totally alone, and we probably spoke more that day than ever before or after. We usually didn't speak that much with each other. I had a strange name and I was sort of an eccentric jokester, not very popular. We got along surprisingly well that day.[5/8] Message to Tijuana Juicepack5 months ago in Letters More Like This
You drew a tree for me. We were drawing (christmas?) trees, and I was complaining that I wasn't very good at it. I kept erasing parts and trying it over again. You offered to draw it for me, and I accepted (though I felt kind of weird about it).
You also stole for me. That's right. Remember Crazy Bones? You stole Andrew's Crazy Bones for me (his were better than mine, it was my idea); I still have them somewhere. If I manage to send him a creepy message too, I will apologize and offer to return them to him. (Andrew got bad grades and spoke with a sort of speech impedi
[3/8] Message to Xanother SliceYo, dude. You were always one of the nicer girls in elementary school. Many people didn't like me, because I was eccentric and I suffered from a mental abnormality called "a sense of humour".[3/8] Message to Xanother Slice5 months ago in Letters More Like This
I remember this one time, some girl in third grade said something about me along the lines of "I don't understand why you talk to [name]." And you said "I like [name]. He's nice." You understood that I was nice, even if I was making vulgar and controversial jokes all the time.
I remember that you liked cats. And wasn't your mother the one who's famous for having sex with young men? So as a thank you, here is an image file depicting a cougar cub.
[2/8] Message to Basher SoFineThere was this one time in third grade when I was asking you what your last name was. You kept refusing to tell me, claiming that I would "make fun of it". I was offended that you thought I'd make fun of it. I joked around all the time, I wasn't afraid of vulgar humour as a kid. But I never made fun of people (except maybe myself).[2/8] Message to Basher SoFine5 months ago in Letters More Like This
I thought back to "assembly" in the gym...I think you got a bunch of awards at assembly, because you were always academically skilled and well-behaved. I remembered your last name from when that dickhead principal called it out (the replacement for the unfortunately named Mrs. Gay). So I said to you, "It's SoFine, right?" You denied it! You denied tenaciously that "SoFine" was your last name. I told you that I knew it was SoFine, and I was like "See? I'm not making fun of it!" But you denied it to the end. You thought I was trying to get you to let your guard down and admit it was your l
[1/8] Message to Zeraph CrackbongleYo, listen up. I'm contacting you in DISGUISE? The walls have ears, and more importantly the ceiling has REARS, so I must be brief.[1/8] Message to Zeraph Crackbongle5 months ago in Letters More Like This
So that ship I was telling you about before, I did eventually finish building it. It was an ingenious design really: a cross between 1700s era 300 ton frigate and an inter-omniversal non-baryonic warp vessel, clamshell class. She was christened The Tears of Aset, and she performed with record-breaking MOXY in all eight seas as well as two out of the three outerspaces.
But she had one fatal design flaw. Or perhaps two. She couldn't be used either in the air nor the land, so I had no way of actually getting from the water into space. You know. Because there's air inbetween. By the time I noticed this fatal flaw, the ship was in its late beta stages, already in lake Ontario under a tarp painted to look like fresh water. I was paranoid that it might be discovered, and also excited to take a road trip with i
Everchange prt 3(chapter 1 from the point of view of the Malindas)Everchange prt 35 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We'll go in and finish up the paperwork." Donovan said, rubbing his brow. The move had taken alot of energy from him. Lacey sat in the backseat, playing with her phone and texting her friends. Brandon sat shot gun, reading a book on the history of the city of Detroit. Hopefully, the stay here won't be short like the last time.
"So when does Bran start school?" Lacey drank a caprisun. Her dark brown hair looked nice, trimmed in layers to let her natural highlights show through. Her green eyes looked highlighted with her sun kissed honey-olive skin and almond eyes. She tanned better than Donovan, whose skin barely bronzed in the bright sun. Looking at her brothers from the back seat, she slouched a bit.
"My classes start next week." he said, not looking up from his book. He wore his sport's jacket from his favorite school, deep dark blue with white sleeves and a shark on the back and breast. His black hair was spiked up front, a f
Everchange23 May '14Everchange5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My name is Jessamine “Sam” Sinclaire, I live in Detroit, and the city is having a bounce back from the financial turmoil of previous years. I’m currently going to community college, and today, I’m going to my old elementary school for a a secretary job.
I had been helping them move boxes and books during the summer and at the ice cream social, the principal and the previous secretary had asked if I wanted a job. Today, I was going to come in for the interview and hopefully in a few days I’d have a job.
I had graduated highschool, and was currently just was between jobs. Small weekend things, helping people move, clean gutters, yard work, babysit— temporary things.
There was alot to do around the city, Downtown was lively all summer with art fairs and exhibitions. We would go to see something fun or volunteer for it. Summer was ending.
"You left your blazer at home, Jules." the text read. "Mom says call her back when you ge
SwordFighters: The Unbreathable Planet - PrologueSwordFighters:SwordFighters: The Unbreathable Planet - Prologue5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Unbreathable Planet
Written and created by Kazumi Mai
The Unbreathable Planet. This is what they call the world that used to thrive with life. Green fields and dense forests. Vast oceans and blue rivers. Plants and wild life. Nature. Such a beautiful world; it seemed like a fantasy. It was perfect for those of great intelligence that lived on this world. Perfect enough to consume every last resource they could get their greedy hands on and drained every last part of the planet’s life. This planet used to be called Earth. A boring yet different and unique name.
So unlike compared to the other planets around it.
Thousands of years ago, it was known for its astounding lands and waters. It was a world to admire. The planet is still called Earth, but people just…thought it wou