Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?Mental Disorder Discrimination1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
.some people are dead.16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
long before they die -
there's just no burial
for the spirit
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.The Parlour Incident2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
YouIf you’re a girl, you’re a girl.You1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you’re a boy, you’re a boy.
If you’re white, you’re white.
If you’re black, you’re black.
If you’re gay, you’re gay.
If you’re bi, you’re bi.
If you’re straight, you’re straight.
If you’re religious, you’re religious.
If you’re an atheist, you’re an atheist.
If you’re mentally disabled, you’re still human.
If you’re physically disabled, you’re still human.
For everything you are:
So who are they to judge you for who you are?
The Fridge3:02 a.m.The Fridge1 day ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up slowly and groggily, in the sort of half-dreaming way that you do sometimes. There were a few disoriented moments in the dark, as my mind sorted reality from dreams, before I knew where I was. You were asleep, curled up next to me with your arm over my midriff, your hand resting on my belly underneath the sheets, making me feel safe.
My stomach gurgled urgently, and I realised that I was incredibly hungry. I looked over at the clock and saw it was 3 a.m. I usually sleep soundly, but hunger always manages to get my attention over any kind of sleep. It wasn't as if I had gone to bed hungry. The leftover serving bowl on the side cabinet formerly full of ice cream would attest to that fact; however, my belly was unconvinced and continued to complain. Nothing else to do, I suppose, but get up.
I slowly and carefully pick your hand off my belly and move it to one side, trying not to wake you. A bit futile I suppose, it's not like I can move with much stealth these
So, you've decided to talk to an artistSo, you've decided to talk to an artistSo, you've decided to talk to an artist2 days ago in Editorial More Like This
Originally published on my Tumblr. Be sure to also read the related post, So, you've decided to buy something from an artist.
I don’t consider myself an artist, but most of my friends are, and I’m married to one. Over the years, I’ve seen a lot of behavior that ranges from awkward to outright unacceptable. Here are some dos and don’ts to ensure that your experience with an artist is a good one for both parties. This is based on things I’ve seen myself, and from stories told to me by artists.
Don’t tell an artist, “SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY!" or "I would totally buy that!" if you’re not ready and/or willing to back it up with an actual purchase. Artists love that
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung wordsYou're Not A Poet2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
100 Questions - To ask anyone.1. What type of music do you listen to? (Genre, artists, songs?)100 Questions - To ask anyone.3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. What cheers you up?
3. What do you constantly think about that, either makes you sad or just anything?
4. Is there something you constantly lose at your hours or anywhere?
5. Do you have a favorite book or read much? Why or why not?
6. What is the longest you have gone without sleep?
7. Do you have anyone you go to for advice? In person or online?
8. What is the habit you are proudest of breaking or want to break?
9. Is there anything I should know?
10. What do you order or not order at a restaurant you have been to or never been to?
11. What is your favorite word? Least favorite?
12. Describe something that's happened to you for which had no explanation.
14. What did you do for your latest birthday?
15. What holidays do you celebrate? Are you a religious person or not?
16. If you had to be named after a city, state, or country (etc), which would you want it to be?
17. Who is your hero?
18. Which do you use mo
Dear Yaoi Fangirls: I Hate YouDear Yaoi Fangirls: I Hate You9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I hate yaoi fangirls, and I am one.
You may be looking at me with tears in your eyes right now and saying, "Why Chopstick... why?!"
Well, I'm gonna tell you why.
1. You're just writing about them because they're hot.
Let's just forget that they hated each other in the game. Let's completely forget that both of them were completely straight and had loving girlfriends in the anime. And heaven forbid I bring up the idea that they were really "just friends" in the manga. I'm not really bitching about drabbles or crackfics so much as I am the fifty-page-long epics that completely ignore canon.
AND I MEAN COMPLETELY.
Rinoa was just so whiny and Squall and Seifer were just SO KAWAII, you HAD to kill her or maim her or turn her into a ditzy bitch that Squall despised. I hated her too, you know, but I'm not willing to actually sit down and write her out of the picture in such an abrupt and unlikely way it could be considered a cop-out. For gods' sake, have pride in w
whisperthe wind whisperswhisper1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i've heard
this all before.
My first time crossdressingHello. This is my first crossdressing story. It's from a first person POV, and it's fictional but there are some aspects of my experience, I just changed the names to protect the innocent. Now here we goMy first time crossdressing7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Greetings! My name is James, just James for now. I live in a home with my parents in New York. I'm age 17 and I have an older Sister, Sara, who is three years older then me. Oh, and did I mention that I'm a crossdresser? I guess I should start from the beginning.
Well, it all started a few years ago, when I was 15. The date escapes me, but it was the few days that were after my Sister's Sweet 16th party; we held it at a fancy Hotel and it was themed to one of her favorite movies: Cinderella. Sara wore an elegant blue gown, just like Cinderella and her long dark brown hair, similar to mine, was in a very festive knot. She usually has it loose all the time, but during the party, she decided on a knot. Well, the few days later in question, was
Confessions Of A King- Part 2Confessions Of A King- Part 218 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Confessions Of A King
You must remember all the battles,
That broke out in our land,
Those Heroes not forgotten,
Who gave a helping hand.
I myself have not forgotten,
All the people that we lost,
All the men, women and children,
All the souls that that mattered most.
And now, I hear your question,
Where was I on that day?
When they killed all my people,
When in piles all the dead lay.
When the sun became a fire,
When it burned the blissful breeze,
When the day was filled with shadows,
When death clouded the breeze.
When they set fire to our patience,
When we could not sit and pray.
When we battled with our fists,
When the colours turned all grey.
And yes... I do remember,
The day our people's words were heard,
When they killed without pity,
Our visions became blurred.
Our tears ran down in rivers,
Our country ripped away,
Our voices were all silenced,
The days filled with dismay.
In those days
The Impossible Quiz: AnswersThe Impossible Quiz: Answers4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
IMPOSSIBLE QUIZ ANSWERS! YOU CHEATING SWINE!
Answers in BOLD indicate Bomb questions.
1. Four (Count the holes in the words "A Polo" rather than counting the ONE hole in an actual Polo mint)
2. No, but a tin can (An old joke...)
3. K.O. (O.K. backwards)
4. Click "The Answer" in the question
5. Go around the sides of the flash and back in the other side.
6. Shallots (Shallots are small onions, and as it's a square root, the answer must be smaller)
7. An Elephant (The largest thing in real life)
8. Click the tick that appears just below the S and E.
9. The 2nd "That one" (The second answer is pointing to the third box, which was the last question's answer.)
10. False Teeth (Choose Food = Chews Food)
+ 1 SKIP!
11. n (The number 2 follows the word "December" first, and the letter 'n' follows second.)
12. Click the dot on the 'i' (it is the smallest blue dot there!)
13. F'taang (Well, they do kind of make that sound )
14. Torch (Lighter, as in visual light, not weight)
How to Make a decent homestuck troll OC.THE DO'S AND DO NOT'S OF MAKING A HOMESTUCK TROLL OC.How to Make a decent homestuck troll OC.2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
1) THE NAME.
- Make it something we can pronounce. Not some stupid shit like Jukgth Ghtyfk.
- The first name HAS TO BE 6 LETTERS long.
- The last name HAS TO BE 6 LETTERS long as well.
- Your troll CANNOT have the last name of an actual canon troll.
- Nor can they be related at all.
2) TYPING QUIRKS.
- Make it something readable at least. Keep it simple.
- Don't use the ones that are over used. Like replacing S with $.
- Be creative.
3) BLOOD COLORS.
- Be realistic guys and stay with the program. Don't make them have some stupid rainbow blood or something. That screams Mary-sue.
- Your troll may be a mutant blood. It is rare but it happens. So it's okay, just don't make them flaunt it. They will be culled.
- Black and White are not colors, they are shades and tints. So therefor they cannot be blood COLORS. (This includes grey/gray)
- Lime is a canon color, but lime bloods have gone extinct.
- Your trolls blood cannot change colors.
I Built A HouseI built a houseI Built A House3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of stone and sweat
Loftily held together
By thousand of memories.
Within my stone stock-hold
Held some piece of me
And I hoped
It would hold you too,
That it would embrace you
And you would see the beauty
To be found in its stony arms
Cracks and crevices.
And though try as I am
This isn't what you see
What your willing to believe.
All you see are stone walls
Surrounding an empty place
Blocking your view of the sea.
I built a house
Of stone and sweat
To hold you close to me,
Meant to be a home
For our hearts with windows
So we could always
View our sea.
But instead I built walls
And a house of stone and sweat
To build you a home.
Blank Character Bio SheetBASIC INFORMATIONBlank Character Bio Sheet6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Nickname(s) or Alias:
City or town of birth:
Preferred style of clothing:
Frequently worn jewellery:
Drug User? Which?
Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities:
Any medication regularly taken:
Taste in music:
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."Un roti de Cupidon1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son sup
.everything i hold dear.4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
i hold too tightly;
i am so sorry you were
marked when i had to
let you go
Proof that The Rugrats Theory is FakeBy now, everyone knows about the Creepypasta known as "The Rugrats Theory" which states that the babies all died prematurely and became figments of Angelica's imagination. The only Rugrats that were real were Susie, who was Angelica's best friend that played along with her game, Dil and Kimi, who was taken from her mother and became a figment after Angelica listened to stories about Kimi.Proof that The Rugrats Theory is Fake5 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
When I first read the theory last year, it seemed very well solid with only a few small holes. This is a case with most Creepypastas that are written about TV shows. However, after re-reading "The Rugrats Theory" one year later, I have discovered a couple of major holes. I know...I know. Creepypastas are meant to be scary, not real. That being said, many people may have actually believed this theory, possibly because they mostly remember the series after the first two movies. I remember the entire series, including all the episodes that predate Dil and Kimi. One episode in particular completel
Caboose's Best LinesCabooses' QuotesCaboose's Best Lines7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"I'm never gonna get married. My father always said: Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?"
"Mr Church? Sir? Sorry about calling your girl a slut."
"That guy Tex is really a robot... and you're his boyfriend! So that makes you... a gay robot."
"Don't ever. Be. Alone."
"Goodbye Major Cinnamin bun! I will always remember your buttery goodness!"
"Shiela! Come back to me! I made you a muffin!"
"My name is Michael J. Caboose, and I. Hate. Babies!"
"Your toast has been burnt, and no amount of scraping will remove the black part."
"I will eat your unhappiness!"
"What was it? A helicopter?"
"Look! A te-le-ma-scope!"
"That red guy has captured Tex! I am going to shoot him, and kill him, and free Tex! Then Church will forgive me for shooting him, and we can be friends."
"Tucker did it."
"[Donut] I think this is what they call the calm before the storm." "[Caboose] I call it naptime. Which is right before food-time! And then comes food-naptime! That
flower petalsi know that when we touchflower petals2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
that my energy is yours
that we are like flowers
because at our roots
we need water and love,
we reach tall as we can
to get to the sun
and stretch our leaves
to welcome it all;
and when we touch
i know that our skin isn’t skin
too soft for this world
when it grows rough with gravel
so i invite you back to our bed,
soft with the earth
where we can lie gently
and sleep until it is time