UnfairWhy must the powerful be selfishUnfair1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
And the selfless be powerless?
HurricaneNot long after my mother lost her battle with cancer, my aunt and uncle decided I could use some time away from it all, so we wound up in Ocean City at the same time as Hurricane Ernesto. There's a picture of me somewhere, waving from a hammock strung over a flooded beach in the rain - an hour after that picture was taken, that hammock was gone, blown out to sea as the storm grew stronger.Hurricane1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
We had my cousin with us - she was three at the time, and to keep her from being frightened, we all pretended everything was okay. We explored the closed-up boardwalk. We drove out to Assateague Island, wondering with each loud Crack! whether the windshield would hold up to the barrage of debris. For dinner, we split crab legs at the last restaurant open - a pub overlooking the sea wall, where the news anchor held onto the railing as he tried not to be washed away by the swell. I slept beside the window that night so no one else would have to; little needles of ra
Boo!Spikey came barrelling through the darkened living room like a bat out of hell. I screamed, simultaneously standing, sending the rocking-chair sailing backward. In Spikey's mouth, or stuck to his body, was something with which he wrestled and jerked.Boo!2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
On television, Michael Myers' sister let out a series of blood curdling screams; I screamed in response! The sister crawled bloodied, down the hallway on her stomach, in a desperate attempt to get away from him. Michael pursued her steadily, unmercifully, while at the same time, Spikey took off again out the opened back door, screeching in that sick way unique only to cats; my heart pounding wildly from the sheer surprise of it all.
Mice on sticky paper, opened back doors, curious stray cats, and horror movies; make for hair-raising mischief!
Haurka x Reader: Past,present and future~Haurka x Reader: Past,present and future~5 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
You can be queen again
Your all alone all on your own~
Have you forgotten what you have and what is yours~
You lost your mind in the sound, there's so much more~
You don't get what all this is about~
Their method in my madness, there's no logic in your sadness~
You've got it all, Your in control~
Rid all the monsters in your head~
Put all your faults to bed~
You can be queen again~
Listen to 'You can be king' again while reading XD
(10 years old)
Even though I am new, never have I thought that someone would be that interested in me. I moved from my hometown to Iwatobi after my parents died; My aunt offered to take care of me, but shes always gone at work.
Living everyday as an orphan hurt. Knowing my parents aren't in this world anymore. My boring and never ending life. I always wore a ring on my middle finger, it was my mothers
Morning RitualsI wake up, taking a moment to yawn, stretch and put on my boxer briefs before heading into the bathroom. I look carefully in the mirror as I painstaking remove any hairs that dare grow on my chin and neck. I impatiently swish some mouthwash while rubbing the remaining sleep from my eyes. I lazily grab the closest clothing that can be worn together, selecting a sleeveless shirt so I can apply my strong antiperspirant with ease. I return to the mirror and put on a brave face as I paint his name on my cheek to remind myself that I am strong.Morning Rituals1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
'I will make today a good day', I tell myself.
Beach Scene We make our way to the beach just after the sun has set for the night. The darkening sky is a deep rich blue, slowly fading into black, with no moon in sight. Below it, the waves of the ocean shimmer iridescently as they slowly surge and crash before retreating from the beach floor. We step out onto the white powder sand of the beach. It gives way under our weight and leaves impressions behind for us to use as a guide on our way back. As we approach the calm beach waters, we can see a smattering of sandpipers who haven't yet nested for the night, chasing and retreating from the waves as they search for sand fleas at the water's edge.Beach Scene2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
A slight breeze fills our senses with the heavy smell of salt as we revel in the quiet of the night. The only sound is that of the breaking of the waves, as everyone else has long vacated the beach for the comfort of their homes. Leaving it empty and with a sense of the forbidden. We step cautiously into the water, tes
GoodbyeIt was painful, watching the crimson Sun hide behind the clouds and knowing I'll never see you again. Being seated on the meadow where we used to sit together, counting leaves around us and laughing at how unlucky the neighbor dog was, always barking at us, but not being able to get to us. And then the Sun hid, and it was dark outside - and inside, because you weren't with me, and the dog was quiet except for a few whimpers that matched mine.Goodbye4 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
I knew his name, you know? Hugo. What kind of person names their dog that way, I have no idea. But Hugo knew I missed you. Still do. So now he sits with me, for he was able to chew his way out of that pathetic place where he lives. It's been, what, four years now? How the time flies, you've no idea. The place we loved is desolate, but trees still grow there and the roses we planted are yellow now, not red. I don't know why.
Hugo isn't walking around much anymore. He's a seventy-seven year old mutt, so what would you expect. But he still looks at m
centrosusthe room is blurred edges and messy legs. you can feel her pulse in your hand. her hair smells like honeysuckle and clay, and cigarettes. you love it. you bury your face in her neck. her skin is dirt and her body is a garden, and you are full of seeds that beg to be inside of her. she is as natural to you as grass and leaves, and warm sunshine. when you tell her you love her, her smile breaks across her face like dawn. her eyes gleam so gently, so beautifully. they are like the full moon of her face. they're so large and pale, distant and sad, yet loving. you love her. you love her. oh god, you love her.centrosus3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
"you shouldn't fall in love with me."
her voice quakes gently as she stares at you. her smile is gone. her eyes are so wide that they feel like they can swallow you whole. your breath becomes uneven. you could be drowning, but you don't mind. not if she's the one drowning you. you want her to drown you, sometimes. you love her.
you tilt your head, staring at her
My Friend's Old HouseTop of the morning to ya lads and lassies! (Yes I had to.) We're finally in October again. So I've decided I would share a couple of my true experiences through out the month with you. This is my first one; and whether you believe me or not, I hope it will at least be fun to read.My Friend's Old House1 week ago in Stories & Vignettes
This happened in November, 2013, and actually a few months after my cemetary incident with the pick up truck. It also involves with my main crew I usually talk about again: Beth, ZeZe, Kashi and Sebastian. But another friend of ours, Sam was with us this time.
Sam told us she used to live in this big house on a hill for 10 years when she was younger with her family one day, while me, Kashi, her and ZeZe were still seniors in high school, and that it and the land was extremely haunted. One can see it on that hill from the main road a good distance away. She told us what happened to her and her family when they were there; she also told us about "the lady in white." People see a woman walking around
SleepwalkerIf it’s only in my dreams that I can be with you then leave me and let me sleep forever. Your lingering touch burns my skin and the sensation of your lips on mine sends electricity through me.Sleepwalker1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
The sun and the moon dance for eternity in your eyes and I am their one true admirer. I crave to hear your words, so darling part your lips and weave your fable. Invite me into your arms and lock me into that embrace. Yet I open my eyes and I don’t breath in your scent and the frigidness and despair descend into my skin. I call out and silence responds to my lamentation.
And in this heart I feel no love and this desolation begins to cause me anguish. So if only in my dreams do I exist in your sweet embrace then let this be my reality and forever dream of you.
My Paranormal EncountersSo I'm 23 and in that time I have had two paranormal encounters. Depending on what kind of person you ask, that's either a whole lot or not many at all. I absolutely love philosophy; I live, eat, sleep and breathe philosophy. I aspire to be a philosophy professor someday. After finishing my degree in Electron Microscopy I'm going to save up to put myself back into school for a PhD. I love philosophy, science, formal logic and critical thinking so don't discount the title of this piece right away. I'm a harsh skeptic too. Even after these experiences, I still say I don't believe in the paranormal. What I do believe however is that in these two cases I'm stumped.My Paranormal Encounters1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
Chronologically the first one was the ghost in my ex-girlfriend's bedroom. It was the first time I had ever stayed over night at her house. We made a cute little date night out of it. She made me eat a tofu burger because she was a vegetarian (I couldn't even have milk - had to drink water), she gave me an oily massage and tried
ParadiesEdens Äpfel waren sauer.Paradies1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
Jetzt haben wir den Salat.
Godzilla Mana Wars profile: GodzillaName: GodzillaGodzilla Mana Wars profile: Godzilla1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
Kaiju rank: Emperor-class
(pre-mutation: 1945, Lagos Island)
(post mutation: November 3rd, 1954, Odo Island, Tokyo, Japan)
Threat Level: Extremely high
Size: 250 meters high, 400 meters long (counting tail)
Weight: 99,000 tons
Powers and Abilities:
Atomic Ray: Godzilla is able to unleash a stream of blue Cherenkov Radiation-imbued plasma in a devastating blast that can turn human flesh and bone to ash in seconds, melt steel and level entire city blocks.
Nuclear Pulse: Godzilla is able to swallow the energy of his Atomic Ray and unleash it in a powerful shockwave. He is also able to channel the energy into his claws.
Spiral Fire Ray: A more powerful and destructive red variant of his Atomic Ray.
Cellular Regeneration: Godzilla's cells are capable of enhanced healing, allowing him to grow even his head back. It also provides an explanation on how Godzilla could survive the Oxygen Destroyer.
Radiation Absorption: Godzilla is able to absorb sources of radiati
What They Don't Tell YouA person does not become a hero because of who they are but because of who they strive to be. Everyday you will try to make things right and everyday you will fail and succeed in varying measures. Your life will be punctuated with misplaced keys, forgotten wallets, and that name you can't remember - the same name that belongs to the person that's shaking your hand or waving at you from across the street. You will have more than your fill of the anticlimactic, the you-wish-you-hadn'ts, the winedark sinkholes of events you've chosen to forget, and being in possession of words you do not have.What They Don't Tell You2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
There will be several dramatic events but there will be no single dramatic catharsis. That's what the movies get wrong. There is no solitary culmination and subsequent explosion of everything bad; then a sunburst of air into your lungs and happy ever after. There is only the steady business of wounds healing, progress being made, and formerly lonely alienated people coming together by the trust they
force of habit, force of anxiety force of habit, force of anxietyforce of habit, force of anxiety 3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Left, right, left right, one two, three, four, one, two, three, four. Listen to the song, follow the tempo. Become part of the song. Doesn’t matter if someone’s in front of you. Just go around them. But the important thing is don’t slow down or speed up. Don’t fall out of step. That ruins everything, and we don’t want that.
Don’t take four, don’t take four. If they give you four, give one back. If they have enough, ask for one more, but only in certain cases, because you don’t want to seem greedy. You can have three or five, but never four. Four is bad. Four means death.
An AdmissionI have held off on describing things I did back in Viet Nam.An Admission3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
They are not things I am proud of doing but at the time they were the necessary things to do.
This is one of those times.
Our mission was insertion and observation on the HoChiMinh trail.
This was nearly becoming routine which was our mistake.
About twenty five kilometers into Laos we engaged a NVA patrol.
Eight young men doing the usual walk around feeling safe so far from the front.
My unit was five of us, four Hmong guides, and one CIA operative.
Our mistake was getting discovered.
Their mistake was trying to fight us.
In minutes it was over.
Six confirmed dead. Two caught pretending to be dead.
Now came the decision I live with to this day. Last night in fact I relived the event. First time in nearly forty years.
What to do with them? We were on mission and this did not include taking prisoners.
Our mission was insertion. This meant getting in not being seen or found. We failed it for now but had a way out. Our warzone wa
BirdOne day, I'd like to go to a place where I can be free. Where I can express my life the way I want to express it. A place in which my freedoms to do what I wish with my own possessions are in my control. I want to be in a place that always welcomes my thoughts and my ideas and is never judgmental. But where can I find this glorious place…my utopia? A place unknown to me, but known to those of whom I share a close companionship with? A place perhaps all on its lonesome? A place in the city? A place in the suburbs? Or…perhaps a place even in the slums? I know not where this place lies, but all I know is that I wish to be a bird that flies up above the sky. Such freedom. Such beauty. Such grace that they own. But alas I always seem to find that I am a caged bird who sings-yet I am never let free. Perhaps one day I will be set free, yet I do not see that freedom near. I walk through darkness in hopes that I will stumble upon my dream of freedom. Perhaps I am an idiot for dreamiBird1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
ObliviousShe liked to think of herself as traditional- old fashioned, as others would put it. She was a girl, so it should be the guy who approaches her and strikes up a conversation.Oblivious2 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
Perhaps though, that way of thinking was her excuse for her fear of others. Well, mostly her nervousness about having to make a good first impression, or to even make a conversation-generally, her lack of confidence in her social skills.
So, she would wait and wait and wait for a confident guy to take the lead and be the one to approach her, but it had yet to happen so far..
Make no mistake, she loved herself as she was- she was merely socially awkward. She was happy with how she looked and her personality, so perhaps it was that confidence that was the reason she wasn't approached? Maybe it was because deep down, she didn't want to be bothered because she would manage to make a fool out of herself and be weird..
She knew she was weird-she told herself that often enough. Maybe guys just somehow knew
Avianna's Special DayNiky bounced up and down on Joe's bed. “Come on, come on, wake up, Joey!”Avianna's Special Day1 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
The man slowly opened his eyes, and shoot her a killer-glare. “Niky, what in the WORLD are you doing? Stop bouncing on my bed like that!” he ordered, angry.
The girl shook her head. “Joe, have you forgotten what day is today?” she asked in a blaming tone.
Her brother blinked a couple of times, then his eyes went wide, as he remembered. “Oh dear…!” He sat up straight, and in a moment, he was on his feet. “Quick, there's not a moment to loose!”
Niky covered her eyes with her hands, embarrassed. “Sure but… Put your pants on, first”
Joe looked down and his checks got red with shame, as he stared at his white boxers.
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Joe and Niky went downstairs, being careful not to make any noise as the passed in front of their sister's room.
“Come, big brother,” said Niky, leading the man to the kitchen “the others are
Book of Fear Day 3Day 3Book of Fear Day 31 month ago in Stories & Vignettes
Well, I've done it. I've defeated my fear yesterday. I'm going to be meeting the big boss soon.m Bus as of now, I need to wait for his speaker-robot thing to tell me that they're ready for me to meet them. So yeah.
In other news, three other subjects were brought in today. One had some Paper Mario-style eyes (for some reason) and was complaining about an "atrocity", a guy with a polo shirt (who was screaming like a girl) and a guy with an extra eye (which was green... and not really connected). They weren't pleased with the capture, of course, and, as per usual, they knocked them out and made them sleep until they manufacture their fear.
Ok, so I've gotten word that I'm facing the big man himself tomorrow. Hopefully I can beat that sum-b(bleeped out for obvious reasons) so I can get out of here. Wish me luck, I guess.
Heels Three o’clock in the afternoon. I lazily sat down on my chair, grabbed my binder, and patiently waited for the professor while drumming my fingers against the plastic surface of my arm desk, silently hoping that the lesson we would be discussing later would be worth my time. Five minutes have passed; the professor hasn’t entered the room yet. Eight minutes went by; I noticed the latecomers coming to class giggling and sighing in relief to see that the prof wasn’t around. Nine minutes; she silently closed the door behind her, with her bag slung over her shoulder and her books and folder tucked closely with her one arm. She hurriedly walked to her seat and I noticed her exhaling in relief, knowing that the prof wasn’t around. Eleven minutes; her eyes behind those glasses were focused on the dimmed screen of her laptop. She must have been reading an e-book or probably readings that were needed in our other subjects. Suddenly, she was distractedHeels10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes
The Voice of a TreeI am a tree.The Voice of a Tree1 day ago in Stories & Vignettes
If you thought the Lorax spoke for me, well...if only.
My second cousin became pages for his story.
A lot of my family were felled so humans could learn and, one day, give back.
Give back my family and friends; let them live on so we could have forests.
But you won't - don't think I don't know about you taking...taking away so many of us with no thanks or reason, while I am left to mourn.
I'm glad at least some of you are trying to help.
My sister became the posters, protesting the destruction of a once thriving community - full of diversity, home to other species who were always welcome. She'd have been proud, I'm sure, of the few of you who speak for us.
If there's a heaven or...some kind of nirvana somewhere for us, I wouldn't know.
I'm a protected national monument.
I can't join my felled family members.
I know, however, that I'm giving life.
You humans live on with my help, even though you can't hear me.
Nevertheless, I'll be here for a long time.
Pals for powerPals for power3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes
Yesterday, I was flying on Mt. Coronet's east side. It's just something I like to do. It's a pretty big mountain, so I always see something new. I might even check the other side one day. Why am I talking about this particular day if I explored the mountain it a lot of times before? It's because I learned an important lesson. When I was flying over it, I heard rocks being smashed. I flew down wanting to find the source. Of course, I was ready to get away in case of danger. It was a Riolu practicing his punches. They're pretty rare on Mt Coronet, so I asked:"Hey little guy, what are you doing here?"
"Don't call me little, you moron, I'm 15!"
"Sorry... I never did have good social skills."
"Well, go somewhere and practice. And let me practice my blows."
"What are you pracicing for?"
"Sinnoh isn't exactly a bed of roses.I wanna evolve, so I can be stronger, but it's taking a lot of time. I even got this expert belt, but it didn't speed up anything"
the truth about timeheavy morning thunderstorm competing with my dreams rolling long enough to make me wonder what it means scooping up pieces of what they want from mind crumbling lights camera action.the truth about time3 weeks ago in Stories & Vignettes
the landfill of human being parasitic city summer sweating swelling mind tears spill over lids fall down face? sit up dummy. its your own room but you don't own it they'd say. certainty is the illusion on a case by case basis. missed. filled showy showy eyes suck out the light in mind brain engine blocked radiating coolant
pass the time be quicker now the second hand minutes behind. appointments falling further back. passing days hourless, sandless as the glass. see the time ahead of you the clock now only timeless measure. force me to use the time in your measure your time your days your months. i'm born you start the clock give me time day month and year to tally. i die you tell me how many years i earned. tell me what month it is.
teach me how to walk in step to time.