You've been on my mind...Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.You've been on my mind...8 years ago in General More Like This
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing
Jerk!AmericaxReader Oneshot Classroom Callouts...Jerk!AmericaxReader Oneshot Classroom Callouts...2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jerk!AmericaxReader Oneshot Classroom Callouts...
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Today sucked royally for you. First, you slept through your alarm so you were almost late to school. Next, another jerk from [second least favorite class] tripped you in the hallway. You also forgot your homework for third hour in your locker and your teacher wouldn't let you go get it. And now, you're just having a bad day. In a permanent bad mood until you get home.
And the worst part is that all your friends are just running away from you claiming "They know how you get when you're angry and they don't want to mess with it." It figures. You're a nice person. Life of the party when you go out(which isn't very often) and a sarcastic, crack up. Very funny person in short. But the one thing people can never see past to this "cool" side of you is the fact that you take school seri
The Umbrella LettersDear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,The Umbrella Letters7 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
I'm writing out of concern for your son Charlie. Since he first started in my class I have noticed odd tendencies in his behaviour. I know Charlie is a special boy, but the way these tendencies develop is beginning to worry me. He seems to be having troubles communicating with others. He rarely plays with the other children and does not respond when I speak to him. His writing is beginning to stray from the alphabet. Last week he even refused to partake in morning prostration! I took him to see the school nurse but he remained silent for the entire time and did not subject himself to examination. I therefore ask you to bring Charlie to a doctor in order to find out what is causing these problems.
Miss Edna Umber, Umbrellium Primary School
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,
After the examination of your son, we have been able to establish that he is not suffering from any apparent physical illness or dysfunction. There appears to be nothing wrong wit
The Littlest PresidentThe Littlest President11 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
The Littlest President
At the age of eleven I was elected the 50th president of the United States of America. My analysts put my win down to youth (I was the youngest ever to run) and to the unfortunate late-October acne breakout of my incumbent rival, an eighth grader from Massachusetts. I have a stronger faith in the New Rules than do my analysts, who are always looking at polls and running them through sacred formula. I ascribe my presidency to the good sense of America, my hard work at Security School, and the stunning leadership of my handlers.
Once my presidency was officially announced, my face was given another coat of foundation and I was ushered up to a podium in front of a large crowd of my supporters. There was a crashing sea of applause. Most of my supporters were dumpy women in their thirties – just barely old enough to remember a time before we had the New Rules – these were my core demographic, although my handlers dutifully i
less than a dream.i can't be the sun if i'm only a candle.less than a dream.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i can't be the myths of greece and the legends of troy if i'm only beginning to write my story. i'm not diamonds spread across the skyscape or dreams saturated with salty rain, i'm just a girl. i'm trembling fingertips and insecurities buckling down on my intercostal muscles until breathing becomes a labor of love instead of a hum of habit. i'm tearing apart diary paper because i can't stop moving and regretting; i'm curling my toes to withdraw when the stakes seem too high.
i'm not everything you're hoping for and i'm not worthy of poems getting scrawled in wet midnight sand; i don't deserve sunshine serenades pouring from your lips. i'm not made of piano-chord veins and i'm not spitting up beauty i've [never] kept hidden behind my molars. i'm just me.
i'm just a girl with wide eyes and a habit for losing chapstick, pens, shoes and the people i care most about. i'm not special or extraordinary or anything you wouldn't expect to find
Real Vampires Vs. TwlightReal: Fangs ripping open the neck of a whore, sucking out her blood until she's a shriveled up corpse.Real Vampires Vs. Twlight5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twilight: Teeth used to munch gently on a bunny rabbit.
Real: Skin burning painfully in the rays of the sun until the entire body is consumed in fire.
Twilight: Skin sparkling.
Real: A forbidden love that can never be, creating eternal suffering.
Twilight: A teenage lust of a couple months.
Real: A creature constantly having to outsmart the newer generations of vampire slayers and their cursed wooden states of death.
Twilight: An all powerful godmoding creature that can never ever be killed, unless by another vampire, but even then wins because it's just so gosh darn powerful.
Real: A bloodthirsty beast.
Twilight: A cute cuddly teddy bear.
Real: Enjoys masochistic or sadistic activities, or both.
Twilight: Is "emo."
Real: Sleeps in a grave or a coffin, usually in a huge mansion all by their lone
Besame -Kiss meBesame -Kiss me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
*I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. Is property of Hiromu Arakawa, Square Enix, Funimation, and Aniplex
She grabbed his hand desperate. She only wanted to delay him a little bit more. He turned to see her surprised. Before he could even say something she kissed hi
Every YouTube Fight Ever(This will almost certainly contain heavy profanity and the usernames used in this were pulled out of my own head and aren't any real people that I know of but if someone has usernames matching them then it's probably coincidental).Every YouTube Fight Ever5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SamusFan20 in the video description: This is my Metroid compilation of pictures in a slideshow featuring Samus set to Queen's "We Will Rock You." I hope you guys enjoy.
DisgruntledAsswipe87: Jesus Christ you're such a faggot. Why the hell would you post pics of a fictional girl and set it to Queen? Do yourself a favor and go get a REAL GIRLFRIEND, loser. Oh, and stop shaming such a great band with such a shitty video game and your BS imature antics at attempting to fap to it.
(In reply to DisgruntledAsswipe87) ConcernedStranger17: Hey, calm the fuck down, douchebag. If this person is so "immature," than what the hell are you doing on a video meant for a video game girl, anyway? I bet you were at home looking for something to fap to and found this and decide
Save The Whales"You know what?"Save The Whales6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"We should never fall in love."
"Well, it's simple, really."
"Explain it to me, then."
"We're opposites, you and me. You're the sun, I'm the moon. You are day, I am night. You're warm and you beat with the vitality of life. I'm pretty chilly and I beat my fists against the mirror for showing me reality instead of dreams."
"I still don't quite understand."
"I am a dreamer, and you are a dream."
"Thanks, I guess."
"No, listen--you're like the people who say 'save the whales'. You want to save the world, you want to do some good. You want to make a change, make a difference. And me... well, I'm the whale. I can't do anything except wait for you to finally save me."
"I'll save you. I don't mind."
"I'll never thank you. I'm a whale; I can't talk."
"I don't care. I'll save you anyway. And you're wrong, you know."
"I'm not quite what you make me out to be. I laugh so I won't cry, yet that doesn't save me when I'm alone. I try to save the
sXeI'm just a kid. No, scratch that - I'm just a punk kid; isn't that what you'd call me? I've got a pierced eyebrow and a pierced lip. My hair is long, shaggy, and black with purple streaks. I've got over twenty tattoos and circles under my eyes from one too many late nights. I'm just a dumb, punk kid, and you hate me, don't you? You know I'm a user and an abuser. You know that if I didn't have this leather jacket on, you'd see a line of needle marks up my arm. You know those circles under my eyes are from nights spent drinking, downing pint after pint, popping pills like candy. You know that in five years I'll not be able to climb a flight of stairs without getting out of breath, I'll have smoked so many cigarettes, so many joints. You know it all; you know everything about me. And you're dead wrong. The saddest thing of all is that you're dead wrong, and you know it.sXe8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
google is your friend"Google it."google is your friend5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Do I want to?"
"What do you mean? It's just Google."
"You say Google like it's a good thing. Like it's an entity that bears some sort of universal answer."
"It's a search engine. Nothing more, nothing less. Unless we go into Google Maps, but it's all the same difference, on some satellite-dish stalking level. You search for a place, it finds it for you. Especially in America. Yeah, they have the streets labeled in America."
"That's creepy. The zoom-in function too. Like, you can zoom down to street level and stare face to face with someone's house. Sometimes you can see their cars too. But never people. That's the part that irks me. They get all these pictures from space or something and capture what they claim to be the world and shit, and yet there are never any people in it "
"it them out."
"They edit them out. The people. Privacy and shit. Imagine checking out Google Maps and being able to see everyone in their homes. Like, through the windows
the problem of evilHe fills his fingers with my skin.the problem of evil7 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
You're quiet today, he says.
I do not tell him. I don't lift my eyes like the breasts of angels in churches. I do not tell himI am learning to accept the end of the world.
He pricks the back of my hand, and I bend forward, my forehead against my knees. I think about names and I wonder if I were to whisper the name of a long-dead mother, a hospitalized father, a brother in denial, a sister without her hair, a dog leaning on two stubby arms and a cat with her tail wrapped inside her mouth, a baby choking on the roots of life and a girl battling her Adams' appleI wonder if I could save them, my mouth choked against my jeans, his face tucked away in the crevices of my palm, a desert inside.
No, I say, I'm not.
There is an amputee in the dark playing war games. He presses shift and his gun comes out, and he hits ctrl twice to shoot. Two enemies fall with their arms streaming behind them, graphics tearing at pixels, his screen a mi
THE GAY AGENDA: RevealedStep One:THE GAY AGENDA: Revealed5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Get the right to marry so we can destroy the institution, and continue the work of conservative Christian Republicans who demand the right to divorce, as well as the individuals such as Britney Spears who mock it.
Gain adoption rights to corrupt the youth and make them all into happier people who understand that hatred is tearing this world apart. (Hopefully, they'll all be bisexual, so we get the best of both worlds.)
TAKE OVER THE WORLD, and paint it in rainbows. ^_^
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 4My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart
Macchiato Part 2
The coloured lights pulsed and reflected off every surface, every cocktail and every bottle showcased in the shelving behind the bar. The sweaty throng of dancers flocked together, twisting their bodies to the rhythmic shapes of the music in the humid air. They worshipped the DJ, elevated on his podium. They were his disciples and we would join in their cause.
"What do you reckon?" I raised my voice to ask Chris.
"Seems alright but I want a drink." He responded and turned to the bar
"Nah, no, no, get out there and scout the war zone. I'll get the drinks."
Chris raised his blonde eyebrows once, glanced towards the bar longingly and then finally spun on his heels and trudged towards the dance floor. I swaggered up to the bench, looking around at the other people eagerly awaiting service. I ordered two beers for Chris and myself. Turning abruptly, I accidentally knocked the arm of a dark haired guy who was carrying three drinks, causin
Romano X Reader - How To Babysit An ItalianRomano X Reader - How To Babysit An Italian2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You tossed your school bag on the floor and collapsed on your bed. “Thank God it’s Friday!” You cheered as you reached under your bed and pulled out a chocolate bar from your ‘secret stash’.
As you chomped down on your delicious treat, your cell phone buzzed in your pocket. You pulled it out and smirked, it was your long-time friend Antonio.
“Hey Toni," you answered, mouth full of chocolate.
“Hello _________! What is my good friend doing today?”
“Lying on her bed getting fat on chocolate. You?”
“Well, I have a little teeny tiny favour to ask of you _________!” Antonio chirped loudly.
“Mmmhmm? What is it?” you asked, licking your sticky fingers clean.
“Well, I’m going out tonight! You know, for a party!”
You giggled at his cute Spanish accent. “A party, eh? Why am I not invited?” you pretended to sound sad. To be honest you didn’t even feel like going out tonight.
Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.
George W. Bush DictionaryGeorge W. Bush Dictionary11 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
Dictionary layout: The words and phrases in George W. Bush English are defined in American English explanations.
Operation Iraqi Liberation - The acronym.
Operation Enduring Freedom - Operation Enduring OUR Freedom. Not Yours. Ours. Bitch.
France - Next place to bomb. And I'll rename it "Freedomland."
John Ashcroft - Big Brother.
England - Home of cheerleader captain Tony Blair.
Osama bin Laden - Who?
Donald Rumsfeld - Mr. Wargasm.
Coalition of the Willing - All the little countries who know we'd bomb the fuck out of them if they tried anything against us.
Weapon of Mass Destruction - Any weapon with enough power to decimate a large population or area....that isn't mine.
Election - A basic democratic process in which the people of a country choose their leader. Optional. (THANK YOU JEB)
French, the - Cheese-eating surrender monkeys.
Abu Ghraib - The #1 S&M club in Iraq.
USA Patriot Act - USA We Own You Bitches Act.
Shock And Awe Campaign - A bunch of planes fly over Baghdad and d
Bad HabitsS.Bad Habits2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She always rubs her mouth,
like there’s a secret she can’t say out loud.
Tracing her own lips to prevent a smile, a frown, or a tear.
Sometimes her real smile peeks through, but you can only see it in her squinted almond eyes; dark amber, and soft, just like that bashful grin.
Sometimes a frown shows when no one is looking, followed by a wistful sigh and a simple wipe of the palm across that silent mouth, trying to push the bad feelings and words away.
Sometimes tears roll past her knuckles; she fails to catch them at the source because she’s scared to wipe her eyes raw, so she brushes them away after they’ve fallen in the crook of her pink lips.
She always hides her mouth,
as if she’s afraid to speak.
She never faces you completely,
like you’re not worth her full attention.
Averting her cold gaze, she walks with a haughty, empty stride.
Even when her striking blue eyes are pointed at you, her chin is always tilted up and shoulder
The Narrative OC MEME 2I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:The Narrative OC MEME 25 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
II. Asleep, Character Two or Character Four are dreaming of their most pleasant childhood memory. What is it about?
III. However, Character Five continues to toss and turn, haunted by their childhood nightmare! What scared them as a child?
IV. Character Two finds a diary with Character Four name on it. They eagerly read a random page to themselves. What does the entry say?
V. Character Three is severely poisoned and is slowly dying. Explain how it happened and if they survive.
VI. A gang of bullies are picking on Character Four. Character Two or Character Five come to their aid but they both get beat up. Why is that?
VII. A character of your choice is just learning how
MC - CHP 1Acceptance is a valued thing in all worlds. In ours it is a forgotten thing.MC - CHP 17 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
They have always said that our world has a lot in common with yours.
Stepping in should require no adjustment at all.
Welcome to World No. 0042
Also Known As: Two Types and Technology
(Because Most Inhabitants Think Thats A Stupid Name, It Is Affectionately Referred To As: Triple T)
PART ONE: The Beginning of An End
Calling us Mottleys Crew started as a joke, and there was only one reason the name stuck as assuredly as it did:
Hes 100% genuine Cynimpial, which makes him slightly more memorable than most people. We should have
He said Big Brother ::NorwayxReaderxIceland::“I WILL KILL YOU!”He said Big Brother ::NorwayxReaderxIceland::2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You hear someone shout from the living room.
Norway runs into the kitchen to where you were preparing sugar cookies to hand out.
He hides behind you just before Iceland comes into the kitchen with a highly flustered face gritting his teeth.
Now you were confused.
Why was Norway hiding from Iceland?
“Err…what’s…going on?” You question both countries.
Iceland looks at you then turns away, his face turning even redder.
“He called me big brother~” Norway still crouched behind you cooed mockingly
“He called you big brother? How’d you do that?”
Iceland whips his head toward both of you having a look of rage pasted onto his cool exterior.
“HE TRICKED ME! HE USED DIRTY METHODS! HE’S A PERVERT!”
Norway chuckled from behind you.
“…what exactly did he do…?”
He just turned his head mumbling something to himself in his own language.
“Well I’m not telli
Code Red Avenger x Pmsing ReaderAka How the Avengers deal with a pmsing youCode Red Avenger x Pmsing Reader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hello sweetheart.” Tony greeted you as you sat glaring at your coffee for not being hot enough. You sneered at the cheerful man before you while you grabbed a knife smeared with jelly and began to spread it on your toast. You went to dip the knife back into the bottle only to discover it had been moved. You pulled it back to you and quickly resumed preparing your breakfast as Tony hummed beside you. Anger started to build inside you as his humming increased in volume and eventually gave way to singing.
Thankfully Tony shut up before you grew homicidal. With a sigh of relief you put your focus on making jelly toast instead of not killing your friend, only to find the jelly missing again. With a small growl you stole it from Tony again.
“I was using that.” He complained while he reached for it again. You put a stop to that though by twisting around and pointing the knife at him