Once again (LYRICS) by TristamVerse 1: As the sun steps down and escapes the day, we'll calmly walk away, walk away from the fray, when structure falls and all else fails, we will build it once again.Once again (LYRICS) by Tristam1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Verse 2: When the colours fade and it turns to grey, we'll calmly walk away, walk away from the fray, when structure falls and all else fails, we will build it once again. We can climb high, higher than before, we could stand by, while it burns to the floor, though we cannot fly, we will build it and the wounds will mend, as we build it once again.
End: We can climb high! Higher than before! We could stand by while it burns to the floor! Though we cannot fly! We will build and the wounds will mend! As we build it once again!
Von Schulbankbarbaren und LehreraffenlebenslehreÜber den Lehrkörper im Allgemeinen lässt sich streiten - sowohl vom physischen als auch vom psychischen Aufbau her, aber damit wollen wir erst garnicht anfangen. Auch wenn der sogenannte Lehrkörper manchmal mehr, manchmal weniger kräftig ausfällt, stellt er trotz allem doch eine Autoritätsperson dar - zumindest tat er das eine Zeit lang. Die Zeit nämlich, als es noch keine dummen Handys gab - jaha Kinder! Als man die Briefe noch mit der Taubenpost verschickt hat und du Schüler nicht diesen "Google" besucht und nach Hausaufgaben gefragt haben, als den Jungs noch der Hintern versohlt und den Mädchen auf die Finger geschlagen wurde. Davon kann der antike, originalgebeizte Lehrkörper nur noch schwärmen... Was waren das noch für Zeiten - als die Schüler noch brav und anständig waren und die Jungs so etwas wie "Zweideutigkeit" im HJ - Alter noch garnicht kannten. Als der Lehrkörper noch unangefochteneVon Schulbankbarbaren und Lehreraffenlebenslehre1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
HELP! My nose Is MeltingHiya. Before you turn away from yet another celebrity nose job story gone wrong let me tell you something. This is real shit.HELP! My nose Is Melting2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
This is my phobia.
My nose will melt (more specifically get eaten by a flesh eating disease or cancer) and I will left with only holes and bit of gristle for a nose.
Wiping my nose would be a whole new experience. And it would look weird. The kind of weird that would get rude people pointing and talking loudly about it.
"He knows what I am talking about," they would say cunningly grinning behind their hands.
How long have I had this phobia? Who knows! A year I reckon.
I get this feeling of slight pain in my nose and think its the start of a melting disease. I do suffer from some pain of my nose but it's not a flesh eating disease as far as I know. I just rub on some cream and Johns your Uncle (or Bob).
So it's like a trapped nerve. It's there at times and I have visions of me walking down the road hiding my face with a handkerchief while groups of school childre
Freedom Tornament War: Chapter 12chapter 12 Calming stormFreedom Tornament War: Chapter 122 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
"no matter how bad things get I'll always have Spade to help." For some reson those words went though my mind as the light beamed around me and Spade. After it faded we were in the lobby from before we started the round, i looked around to see if anyone else was here. a familiar face was, Nipkin and that red bird.
"for slowpokes you got here pretty fast!" The girl just laughed at Nipkin's remarks.
"So you got here first?" I asked as The girl just glared at me like i said something really stupid.
"of course you stupid girl, how else would we have got here before you....idiot" She went from happy to very mad.
"Talk about split personality." Spade murderer to me.
"You want to say that to my face punk!" She must have great hearing to hear that, she just ranned at spade. I went in her way,
"Shut it before i make you bird!" I yelled in her face. She back away and ran behind Nipkin,
"Stupid bitch." I Just respond with an angry Growl,
"just chill out already, why are t
Perfectly ImperfectI never claimed to be pretty, or smart, or talented. I don't pretend to be rich, or powerful, or strong. I don't have the whitest teeth. I don't have best grades. I don't have an hourglass figure. I don't have the perfect family. I don't have the soundest mind.Perfectly Imperfect2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
I am flawed. I am broken. I am tarnished. I do not shine. I do not glow. I am not a star, or a diamond, or a butterfly.
I am only what I am. I try to be the best person I can be. I may not be popular. I may not be perfect. But, I will never lie about myself. I wear my heart on my sleeve, for all to see. I do not hide who I am simply to please those around me.
Yes, I've been knocked down so often by those who do not like who I am. But I will never change because of that. I will never become something I'm not. I will not beg for attention, or sympathy, or charity. I will not pretend to be a 'better'
Whatever happened to...Whatever happened to the AOL Keyword? It turned out to be just another internet buzzword with a short shelf life. Today's Keyword is misunderstanding, because as I get older and find it harder to keep up with everything and everyone, I also feel that misunderstandings happen more frequently, at least in my circle of friends and acquaintances.Whatever happened to...11 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
Communication seems like a simple concept, but we humans can really complicate it if we want to - or without intending to. John Doe wants me to be sure to remember (this) about him, but his wife Jane wants me to never utter that word to her because it's a trigger word. Okay, I'll try to remember, because friend Claire loves that word and wants all of her friends to never forget to say it to her before ending every conversation.
We're becoming wired to watch what we say or write - or not say or write - so as to not offend. But we might then get in trouble for not communicating something else because we went overboard in
Side quest- Pests- Those annoying flies!!Winter, the year that rarely snowed its seemed, but rained hard and caused everything to wither in mud and slush. It was sloppy and sticky, clinging to the hooves and legs depending on how far a horse waded in its cold depths, but Blaine wanted no part of it. It was a hotter afternoon then some as the suns rays dimly cast down on the earth to seemingly harden the mud and slush so that you could step on it for only a moment before feeling yourself sink slowly into it, trotting across a rather deep mud whole in an attempt to stay dry.Side quest- Pests- Those annoying flies!!1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
It flung a little up over his legs and on his underside, pushing off with one final kick before making his way up the rather dry and grassy hill in front of him. Silver lake was hours away now, traveling though the dense pine forest to explore the country side in hopes to find a mare or two for himself, starting a Harem was the one thing on his mind, the one thing that was practically on every Stallions mind. Overlooking a small hill he easily walked along
Oh, How I Miss My Childhood HomeIn this room with unpainted tan walls and hand-me-down creaky furniture, I exist. Barefoot over piss-stained carpet I weave through stacks of yellowed books and broken spines, through papers of no importance; dodging scattered legos and naked barbies by the open window. The laundry is piled in the recliner and his crusty socks are still resting on the mantle. Bits of trash litter every corner of the room, and my can of soda remains empty no matter how many times I try to drink from it. I cross the room to a single blank canvas on top Grandmother’s old brown dining table is my goal, and though the soft lighting is not spectacular and my house cries to me in its sickly state, I will paint my masterpiece. I fold out my towel beside the easel and the long silver tubes of colorful sediment fall and roll all over the flat surface and floor. Sadly I come to the realization that this space is so unlike my parents’ home. So vastly different from my mother’s bOh, How I Miss My Childhood Home3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Spread The HateI think the wind hates me. It's always tugging in the direction opposite to what I want and it gives no mercy to my eyes, which are wearing contact lenses.Spread The Hate1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
I think the sun hates me too. Instead of basking me in a pool of sunshine its glaring down at my puny existence. It threatens to melt me into a puddle of my own sweat with its treacherous heat.
I think everything in life hates me. Emotional obstacles are hurled in my way, academic suicide has been committed more times than I can count, and I don't have enough arms to juggle the tasks I need to finish. I just want to toss it all aside and take shelter in my trashy room, with the blinds cut off from the world's troubles.
Or maybe I need to woman up and stop hiding. Maybe I need to remember the laughs and smiles instead of the tears and bloodshed. Maybe I need to remember that there are things worth living for.
But complaining is just too fun to quit.
Art TheftSo, I have been noticing that lately art theft, whether it be on this site or another, is becoming more and more common. And its not just a few people who's artwork has been stolen. Its a huge number of people. Unfortunately, my artwork was stolen by someone who I considered a pretty good friend at the time. And this wasn't even online, they stole my paper drawings out of my notebook.Art Theft1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
Its very hard for me to comprehend why someone would think that this is okay, stealing other's hard work. And so I think that most people know that its not okay, and probably just don't care. But what these people don't understand is that art theft is not like other kinds of stealing (not saying that any kind of stealing is okay). Some people really put their soul into their artwork. Art is one of the only things that can keep me smiling sometimes, and I want to share that artwork with others, to hopefully make them smile too. And when people take that art and claim it as their own, it gives of a vibe tha
Working for the MasterThe blacksmith's apprentice hammered away at his small anvil. The master's steelwork rang louder and more even. The lingering vibrations nearly a song in the forge.Working for the Master3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
The apprentice finished creating the blade he had worked on for a week. His apprehension at showing the master was visible. His blades were acceptable for the city
guards, but couldn't hold up to the master's standard.
"Master, I've finished."
"Show me. Place it on my anvil."
As he had many times before, the apprentice placed the sword. The master clamped down the haft. With muscles honed by the hammer as much as his blades he lifted
his own hammer. The strike was swift. The hammer snapped the blade in two. This was a trial none of his practice blades had survived.
Years of practice more. Countless broken blades. The apprentice never stopped trying. His strength grew. His technique improved. He could complete blades much
quicker. Another practice blade finished and given to the master. As always, it was clam
Discovering the Truth: Part FourTaxon's P.O.V.Discovering the Truth: Part Four1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
"Good morning Sir DeLeon..."
"Good morning sir!"
"Good morning to you too."
Every one I came across as I walked into my building to my office, greeted me. "Wow, they really call ye "Sir" huh?" Thallus suddenly said from beside me. "Of course, I'm the vice president of this company, you should call me "Sir" as well." I said , making him look at me with a "Like hell I'll do that" face. I chuckled as I dove my hands into my pockets. Later we arrived my office which was at the 19th floor of the 20 stories/floors building (So high O_O). "Wooooow! Your office looks like an office of a president!" he complemented. "Heh, well I am a vice president..." I chuckled. My office's walls were glass and only few walls weren't. I had this desk located on the center-end of the room and there rested over the table a small picture frame of Me and my Step mom. Beside, there was my name and my face on a mug...Wait what?!
"What the heck?" I said with a confused tone as
Dream CloudHer tiny little paws almost left no mark on the wet ground.Dream Cloud2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
The sky was now clear, but the road was muddy and covered with water pools: apparently, there had been a rainstorm not long time before.
As soon as she walked out of the shadows of the trees, the sun stroke her and she immediately shut her eyes, frightened, not used to its brightness.
Besides, she was just born.
She stood still, shivering, with closed eyes, for several minutes. Then she realized nothing was going to hurt her, and lifted the lid over her right eye: even if the sky was darkening to dusk, the sun still lighted it brightly in the wonderful shades of the sunset, and the clearing where she had just arrived was empty. Reassured, she started enjoying the warmth on her back; she shook the raindrops’ water off her woolly, soft body. A sudden, pristine jingle filled the silence: she looked down, spotting a shining bell tied to her neck with a light red ribbon. She blinked: it was beautiful. She shook again, and aga
Who I Am A rainbow came up to me one day and said," I am part of that hole in your heart."Who I Am1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
So I let the rainbow into my heart, it healed a hole.
My family showed up, like my mom and cousin. "We love you, let us in," they said.
So I let them into my heart, they healed two holes.
Next was my friends. They said," We support you, this is awesome!"
So I let them into my heart, and they healed eight parts of my heart.
Last, a very familiar face showed up. "I accept you, you accept you."
So I let her into my heart, and she healed the last hole.
I was finally complete.
Thanks for the Memories, thanks for the MusicI sit here at my computer looking at the notice.Thanks for the Memories, thanks for the Music1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
David Bowie died at 69.
I am and always will be a Bowie fan.
Been following him for years watching him both shock and amaze his audience.
My mother felt he was a bad influence. My father like me like his music, his flash, his style.
From the glam of Ziggy Stardust to his professional business werewolf look and style.
Another Icon passes.
I am 6 years younger.
Makes one remember......we are all mortal.
Goodbye Major Tom, goodbye Ziggy, I guess the pressure is off now Mr. Bowie.
You Go GirlPart 1:You Go Girl1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
After school got out, I waited for Nobuyuki to get to his locker. When he met up with me, we walked together out of the building.
"So, I told my friends we're in a relationship," I said to him as we walked down the hall, "Jacob told me, 'You go girl'."
While I was saying that, one of Nobuyuki's friends, Abraham, walked through the door and only heard the last part of what I said.
"Yeah, you go girl," he said to Nobuyuki jokingly, and walked right past us without another word.
Nobuyuki and I walked together to the bus stop, where we stood together. Nobody really mentioned anything.
That's when Abraham finally arrived and saw the two of us together.
"Hey, you go girl," he said to Nobuyuki again, and gave him a high five.
Dream: Melian Driving My CarMistgod: I had another dream sequence involving Melian. The dream kept shifting around and was complex, but two things stand out. First, Melian was trying to drive my car again. She kept stomping the gas pedal too hard and spinning the tires. I think these recent dreams about Melian driving is a metaphor for her taking more charge when we post online and about our internet time in general (she has been very helpful btw).Dream: Melian Driving My Car1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
Also, I want to write that sometimes I have very brief flash dreams about Melian that I have a hard time recalling in detail upon waking. They are hard to describe in words as they are abstract in nature or seemingly pointless. I was calling these "Melian's little dreams" but, being Melian and liking to play with words, she wants to call them "Melian riddle dreams."
Godzilla War of Legends voice castErica: Claire Danes (San from Princess Mononoke)Godzilla War of Legends voice cast1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
Xiang: Johnny Yong Bosch (Ichigo from Bleach)
Maya: Michelle Rodriguez (Liz from IGPX)
Alan: Charlie Hunnam (Raleigh from Pacific Rim)
Elizabeth: Cree Summer (Kida from Atlantis: The Lost Empire)
Ki: Jamie Chung (Gogo Tamago from Big Hero 6)
Akane: Gillian Anderson (Moro from Princess Mononoke)
Tokimitsu: Mark Hamill (Muska from Castle in the Sky)
Sara: Jessie Flower (Toph from Avatar: The Last Airbender)
Douglas: Don Frye (Who else would play Gordon?)
Katagiri: Ron Yuan (Why replace his English dub actor?)
Takai Aso: Kelsey Grammar (Beast from X-Men 3)
Ozaki: Yuri Lowenthal (Teenage Ben from Ben 10)
Elias: Grey Griffin and Janice Kawaye (Ami and Yumi from Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi)
King Ghidorah: Benedict Cumberbatch (Smaug from the Hobbit movies)
Kagejotei: Gina Torres (Airachnid from Transformers Prime)
Pohl: Tim Blake Nelson (Leader from the Incredible Hulk 2008)
disaster StrikesI am Steven Gale or know as docter Gale. I a happy father or four wounderfull childen and a magnificent wife. Two son and Two daughters my two boys are Alex and Keth. My two daughters are Maple and Destione. I'm walking home to see my familey I finshed most my work at the lad so I got to come home early. I ador my childen the oldest is Keth and the youngest is Maple the second oldest is Alex and the thrid oldest is my Destione. As I reach home I open the door and see my Destione sitting at the table with her brother working a drawing and her brother Alex doing his math homework. I love them both and both of them so close. Destione looks up and says with a hug smile "Daddy your home early they let you out of the lab early" as she gets up and I give her a huge hug.disaster Strikes2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
"Well mom is in bed and I was waiting for you so I could say good night" say my Destion. I smile and say "Ok sweet good night" she runs off to bed and that night when I wake up there was a hug fire I call 991 and when I got ou
52 Shorts in 52 Weeks: Week TwoWeek Two: A story about rising to a challenge.52 Shorts in 52 Weeks: Week Two3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
That damned cursor.
It always blinks at me, so mockingly. Daring me to type out a single letter, insert a single numeral-
Every single time I sit down at my chosen workspace, it mocks me. It taunts me. Jeers at me.
That damned cursor insists that I'll never be able to move on, that I will never replace the white with rows and columns, that I will never find the proper fuel to change the layout of my world completely, make the entire story different.
It mocks me.
Well no more.
My mind is endless, an infinity of different worlds, personal anecdotes, physics theories, historical tangents-
There is nothing that I cannot create.
Mock me as you wish, cursor. Scorn me all you want, professor. Jeer at me all you wish, editors.
I am a creator, a master of the universe.
I am a writer, and I can do this.
The challenges of Leonard DeviceThe challenges of Leonard Device1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
A stallion called Gear was in his backyard, sitting and leaning on the fence:"99 bottles of coke on the wall, 99 bottles of coke. You take one down, drink it up, 98 bottles of coke on the wall..."
Suddenly, his neighbor, a pegasus called Cyniquote said:"Please, before you sing another 98 verses, tell me what's going on."
"I'm bored. I was supposed to repair like, 20 appliances today, but Sharp Mind wanted to be a repair-pony again. I let him take my orders for today. And now I don't know what to do."
"What were you thinking? Sharp Mind's an ex-criminal! He stole all your inventions out of envy!"
Gear turned around, looked Cyniquote in the eyes and said:"And then he realized what he was doing was wrong! Not to mention he spent quite a while in the mental hospital! We are supposed to give him another chance, not treat him like he is still a criminal!"
"Gee, why do you suddenly hate the apostrophe?"
"(sigh), are you gonna tell me what to do or not?"
The MolestorIt's four in the morning, and I'm still up, wondering so many things as flash backs hit my mind like a crooked knife. Even though it's been hours sense the incident I still feel his fingers running in my back, going from the bottom of my shirt fallowing my spine up. How do I still feel that unwanted touch?The Molestor3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
I never asked for this, I never even cared for a man of such an age. I thought he was safe, just been friendly; but truth be told he only wanted advantage. I never understood the concept of "innocence"... and now I hate it more than anything else in the phase of this planet.
It's been hours sense that incident, why does my body torture me with those awful feelings. Those that make me a ragged doll, a dirty piece of glass, and even a disgusting woman; why...?
To be honest... this started at such a young age... it's almost impossible to even forget.
Love and Rescue - Chapter FourLove and Rescue - Chapter Four3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
“So these two need a ride to Rippled Nebula?” Asked the commander standing in the doorway of the drop ship. “They’re looking for work I figured your boss would be their best bet.” Said Esme persuading him to take them along. “Alright they’ll have their orientation once they arrive, buckle into one of those chambers and get straight into hyper sleep. It’s going to be a long trip to Rippled Nebula.” He ordered walking away into the ship, the Lombaxes looked to each other before they slowly began entering the drop ship.
Ratchet standing in the doorway turned and faced the Elemental planning to remain in Polaris for a while longer. “Are you sure your not coming? We could use your guidance when we arrive.” He said looking slightly worried, Esme shook her head. “I’m sorry Ratchet, but I will be recognised if I plan on travelling there right now. The less I stay there the better, don’t worry there will be peop
Fuzzy SocksLet me start with this. I am STRAIGHT. I have a wife and two kids.Fuzzy Socks1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
This morning, after the kids went to school and my wife went to work, I did some laundry. I picked up a pair of socks that belonged to my daughter. They were not normal socks, they were fuzzy socks. I got curious, so I decided to put them on. They are the most comfortable things I have ever worn.
I kept them on until lunch, after I just dumped them back in the hamper. I decided to go out and look for a pair designed for men. I went to many different stores and noticed that there were not any made just for men. Furthermore, all of the girl's ones are blatantly girly. They are either pink or purple or have crazy designs on them. When I found a black pair, they were covered in sparkles or glitter or something.
I need your help. Is there any store in which I can buy these for men? Or at least girl ones that look like they are for men? I don't want to go online since I do not want my family to know I went out and bough