How to Judge a Book by its CoverWhen it comes to the "literature" from the Young Adult section at the library, I think it's gotten to the point that you can indeed judge a book by its cover.How to Judge a Book by its Cover15 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Just because something is a book, does not mean that it doesn't make you stupid. Sometimes books can be brain-rotting, even more so than a good old, wholesome cartoon, if I may be so bold.
Today I will show you a guide about how to judge a book by its cover; that way you can conveniently know what books to avoid and which you decide are tolerable.
WARNING!!!!!!!! DO NOT CONFUSE THESE FOR GOOD BOOKS THAT HAVE SOME OF THE SAME TRAITS.
Okay, carry on:
Charlie Jackson is a teenage boy who is off to save the world from an evil foe. He and his best friend: Conveniently-Loyal-Steve, the girl he secretly admires for some unknown reason even though she's a huge jerk: Girls-Have-To-Be-Perfect-And-Tough-Or-Else-It's-Sexist-Jane, set off as an "unlikely" trio on a cliche adventure peppered with mostly sarca
Faceless Friendship (Slenderman x Reader) That was a final day of your work on school photos you had to take for some geology lesson, and you felt a nice warm rays of sun keeping you in a perfect mood, as soon as they made it yet better.Faceless Friendship (Slenderman x Reader)13 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
“That’s the weather I was just waiting for~ ”, you said with glad voice, walking through the chilled, green and attractive in itself forest.
Tall and seemed just like painted with pastels trees were surrounding you everywhere but the path you were walking through there. You felt cooled down there, as the sun hidden behind the corona of trees wasn’t making you overheated or at least shining harshly in the screen of your camera. You heard the birds singing, pleased with the great weather, flying from one branch of tree to the another one, making the orchestra of their throat sounds and sound of forest itself, as well as water splashing somewhere near you or your own stepping on the sandy path.
“It seems so peaceful in here”, yo
Top 12 Problems with Naruto's Final ArcTop 12 Problems with Naruto's Final Arc22 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I leap and roll off of the train and watch it crash off a cliff.
Things have become so stupid, convoluted and contrived that I no longer care about how the Naruto series ends. Kishimoto has demonstrated that he doesn't give a damn about story consistency and he's just going to do whatever the hell he wants regardless of if it makes sense.
It's his story, so technically he can do that. But that doesn't mean that he should.
When a writer just ignores their own set rules and starts doing whatever the hell they want, then it shows in the story and weakens it. Things like Deus Ex Machina/Diabolus Ex Machina are employed when the writer writes themselves into a corner with no other way out; Handwaves are meant to direct the audience away from plotholes so that they can "enjoy" the show; or even jump sharking just to get a cheap reaction from the audience.
There's a lot of them, but some are just symptoms of the disease or signals from noise. Stuff like Naruto disregarding Hinata's
DreamcatcherThe dreamcatcher, a catcher of nightmares and symbol of good nights. You can find them anywhere if you look hard enough. Most people do not believe in their power. But, one child chose to believe. A young boy, suffering from nightmares. The child wandered into a shop one day and found one. A pale dreamcatcher with pale blue feathers and beads. The boy was delighted to see what he called 'the most beautiful thing in the world'. He picked it up and took it to the counter. The cashier, a friendly looking elderly gentleman gave a soft sigh and a smile.Dreamcatcher11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Son, are you sure you want this one? I think it would be best if you chose a different one."
"No, sir. I really want this one!" The boy smiled cheerily. The old man stared for a bit, then nodded. He rang up the catcher and gave it to the boy, who took it, thanked him, and ran out. The man sighed.
"That thing never seems to be sold for long..."
The boy ran to his house, a worn-down looking place in the middle of town.
"Mommy! I'm home!" He c
Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 32Time Traveling Kids of the Mane Six! Ch. 3212 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 32: Rodeo and Juliet (part II)
“Why are the paparazzi in Ponyville? There ain’t nothin’ in Ponyville that’s worth a media circus like this!” Bismack said as the train began to slow down at the station, as if trying not to hit the crowds of photographers that stood everywhere.
Radiance readied her hair a bit.
"They’re not here for the town,” she answered. “They’re here for us.”
“Us? What fer?”
“I’m not sure. All I know is that whatever the reason is, we need to just push past them as quick as we can. Don’t greet them, don’t shove them, don’t make eye contact, and most importantly, do not stop walking. If you do, they’ll never let you go. Before you know it, they’ll start asking you how many seconds you brush your teeth.”
As the train came to a complete stop, Radiance cleared her throat and stood up.
“How do you know that?” Bismarck asked, fo
Securing the DoorsBy allowing someone to touch your body you expose the heart. The skin is the first line of defence protecting the heart. Once this is breached, it is only a matter of time before the heart falls. The body is much like the home. When one opens the door, he is letting someone closer to his most private places and belongings.Securing the Doors15 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
There is a violation to one's security if the home is invaded; the door broken in through violence or force. If someone uninvited invades one feels defiled and insecure and exposed to all the dangers that the world possesses. A person can respond in many ways to such violation; deny the impact, over compensate and make others think he doesn't care by inviting everyone and anyone to visit or redouble the defences. Invasion of a person's body leaves a similar impact.
It is perhaps even more difficult to understand when a trusted person who you willingly invite into your home violates your trust. Sometimes it is something small; slip
An Unbreakable BondAn Unbreakable BondAn Unbreakable Bond6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
The-Warriors-Guild roleplay between
rainwolfeh and AlchemistKitsune
Wind rustled through the empty, barren lands that composed the FireClan territory. Silence filled the air as cold settled all across the gorge, and snow once again began to fall, slowly covering the clay, earthy tones in pristine white. As the hour grew later, the warriors of FireClan stirred less and less, and even those who had been in the later night patrols were now returning to camp, heading to their nests for a well deserved rest. In the apprentice's den, the young aspiring warriors weere all exhausted after a hard day of training, bundled up together not unlike how they slept as kits. At the edge of the den, close to the entrance still due to their lower rank as apprentices lay two littermates - one russet with fur long and messy, the other's fur somewhat shorter, and split in color to look like both a tuxedo and a ginger cat merged i
1- Roles (BBC! sherlock x reader)"It was Mycroft's idea." Sherlock sounded as if a bad taste was in his mouth before bowing his head to kiss your cheek. John raised an eyebrow and watched the both of you text behind your backs. He then genuinely smiled. You two were more alike than what he first thought.1- Roles (BBC! sherlock x reader)15 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Oh, Mycroft wanted you to become human?" Sherlock ignored John's teasing jab but couldn't give any show of hateful emotions as his arm wrapped around your waist. His arm was strong and supportive, but you still didn't lean on it.
"My boss," you let the word roll off your tongue briefly to remind both men that Mycroft was not to be spoken of lightly, "Has allowed Mr. Holmes-"
"Now, darling, why the formalities?" Sherlock cocked his head the slightest bit, voice becoming lighter and with larger spaces between each word. John knew it was the voice he used when trying to fool people while investigating. Sherlock Holmes could be quite the actor when he wanted to be.
You continued where you left off without a break in rhyt
Death Battle: Cervantes De Leon vs. SpinalDeath Battle: Cervantes De Leon vs. Spinal6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Madness Abe: Alright, the votes are in and the combatants are set. Let's end this battle once and for all.
Insanus Abe: ARGH! IT BE TIME FOR A HIGH SEAS DEATH BATTLE!!!!!!!!!
Waves crashed at the rocks and shipwrecks that were spread around this abadonded cove, the sounds resonating for miles. Apart from the ancient shipwrecks, other things were scattered on the shore, like skeletons, barrels, cannons, and other such old objects of the past. It was even rumored that this place was home to supernatural entities like the ghosts of sailors and even sea monsters, but no one ever had the heart to set foot to see if it was true or not. The moon shined above the shore in a brightly lit crescent.
The mood was perfect for a fight.
Thick footsteps came out of the shadows as a figure appeared. The figure was a man, dressed in the tattered and weather appearance of a pirate: boots, jacket, and hat
[ i just wanted to make you something beautiful ]When someone enters your life - no matter how you end up feeling about them - they become part of you.[ i just wanted to make you something beautiful ]6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Whether it's their smile touching your lips
the breaths and hitches in their laugh
a melody that clambers or crawls through your mind
the beat of their hearts
the blur or clarity of their sight
the way their lips trail across your neck
the way they tell you they love you
It’s almost like a disease, a piece of their soul traveling on their breath and into your lungs. There, it becomes part of you. Even what you hate about them: how your father clears his throat after smoking a cigar or how an old friend would always quote bad movies. You can’t help but do it, too.
Because at least once in your life - whether for a moment or a lifetime - you loved them.
And love will break you down to your smallest piece and rebuild you up from there.
And you won’t realize that your sight has changed.
You won’t hear their voice on your tongue.
But it’ll always be there.
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 75The flat was deadly quiet as Sherlock and John walked up the front steps, the case solved and the criminal caught with only minor scrapes and bruises. John was too exhausted to really notice the emptiness but Sherlock did and it put him on edge. He knew you weren’t home before they even stepped through the door and while John did a slightly frantic search for you, he stood in the doorway and silently panicked. Images of you being taken by Moriarty or something equally horrible flashed through his head as his eyes flicked over the living room and made a deduction that replaced his fears with something else entirely. John came back in with a look of pure panic on his face just as Sherlock gritted out, “Mycroft.”Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 755 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had just begun to rain when you and Mycroft started to make your way back to the flat from the small café down the street, your friend tucking you close to his side as he held his ever present umbrella over your heads. You held your hand out to the fee
When Words Become ActionsThere is a sad truth to the act of writing: It is usually synonymous with being passive, a mere observer. Most of the people who choose to be in the heat of the action do not live to tell the tale or they simply choose to “make history than to write it.” But is this truly the only fate available to a writer? Is there any moment in this game when the tables can be turned? When does writing become an act in and of itself? When does it stop being a mere mirror that just reflects what exists before it but moves on to mold and reshape that very image?When Words Become Actions9 hours ago in Editorial More Like This
As a person who does not have much use for melancholy or longing for the past, whenever I read a book I tend to leave it behind for good once I am done reading it. I read a lot but many of my books I just give away because I know I will be searching for new words out there and hardly browse through the same old pages in the future. Despite this literary promiscuity, there is one book I tend to read over and over again, alw
Creepypasta: The Officer and the Child - Part 1Creepypasta: The Officer and the Child – Part 1Creepypasta: The Officer and the Child - Part 18 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Outside an abandoned asylum, a young Arabic man wearing casual clothes and an unusual mask seemed to be nodding to himself as though carrying on a hushed conversation with someone. He was the only one there, so it would be probable he was on a cellphone or was just talking to himself. In a surreal touch, his accent was a hushed Germanic tone.
“I-yes, of course…no, I can sense her “father” is out, she’ll be food for worms soon enough…success? Of course, I wouldn’t be here otherwise, master. I was hoping by now you’d know I live to follow your rules. I promise, sie wird neben mir verrotten [she will rot next to me].” With that quizzical promise he began making his way towards the buckled-in entrance doors.
Home. For better or worse, this asylum was Ally’s only place she could call home. She wandered the halls aimlessly, knowing her father the Slenderman was out on “bu
The Magical PlaceThe wind whispers through the trees, tugs at her hair playfully as she breathes deeply. No pressure here. No worries. No school. No homework. Just the woods and whatever bounded through the fields and the trees. The sun found holes in the leaves, and patches of yellow light sprinkled around the soaring trees, whose leaves whispered secrets when the wind blew. Alone here she spread her arms.The Magical Place6 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wind swirls around her, sending last year’s leaves spinning around her. Birds sing, not a care in the world, as they shoot from branch to branch. Peace, here, in this small slice of the world.
A chipmunk dives through the leaves, sounding much larger than it really was. Reality fades and she can convince herself that she’s the only person on Earth. It’s only her, and wildlife around her. Cotton ball clouds float in a soft blue sky, the sun is a golden halo in the blue, warming her to the bone. Deer stalk quietly through the woods, their watchful eyes and twitching ears ever moving.
How to do a RP [Tutorial]For everyone who don't know how to do a RP and wants to know how to do it. Here are some of the basic steps you need to know how it works.How to do a RP [Tutorial]17 hours ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
What is a RP? It is know as Roleplaying. You play as a certain from TV show or a character that is original.
Step 1: Choose a fandom
This is one of the first things you have to do. You have to choose a fandom that you are gonna do a RP in. If you do a crossover fandom RPs, you need to have an explanation how they got there, don't just put them in because you want to.
Step 2: Choose a character
This is kind of important thing to do before you start a RP, you have to pick a character either be a canon character or an OC, if you do a RP without a character, then people with know that you're playing as yourself. So, yeah picking a character is just simple.
Step 3: Make a plot
Most RPs have to revolve around a certain plot and it has to be where a character gets into these situations or predicaments that it has to have a reasonable p
LovinoXCat!Reader Just to be clear you are a young cat (not kitten, but not adult) who is declawed, you know so we don’t want to kill Lovino. And any speaking parts you have will either be thought or you meowing, because you know… you’re a cat…LovinoXCat!Reader8 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
*means heard as a meow* and ‘means you're thinking this’
(c/t) = coat type
(c/c) = coat color/pattern
(e/c) = eye color
You lay on the windowsill taking a nap while the sun warmed you (c/t) (c/c) fur dreaming of cuddling with your owner, Lovino, who was usually working in YOUR play place. Some things just annoyed you about him like how he kicks you out of your bed or play place, and how he brings home fun toys that he won’t let you touch, but overall you enjoyed having him around. Your
JoanneJoanne19 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
Get over it…Some people can’t.
Throughout my life, I heard three simple words. Get over it. Every person I had met, every person I had seen and every person I heard told me. Can one ‘get over it’? Does a man ‘get over it’ when his son is missing out at sea? No. Does a mother ‘get over it’ when she held the first born? No. So why did I had to ‘get over it’? It frustrated me. Everything did since my sister passed away.
She came down with a cold instantly when summer begun. I thought it would be gone in a week. I was wrong. I had rushed her to hospital when her fever reached a ridiculously high. I’d forgotten what she was diagnosed with but apparently, according to the numerous of doctors and nurses, she wasn’t going to live for long.
So, as she would lay in the hospital bed, she’d chuckled about how my head was in the clouds. I was always like that. Why? I hadn’t any clue. I assumed though it was bec
Seven Minutes in Hetalia! Canada x ReaderSeven Minutes in Hetalia! Canada x Reader11 hours ago in Short Stories More Like This
I reached into the bag and pulled the first thing I felt my hand come across. I pulled out a stitch on emblem for the Canadian hockey team.
"Who put that in there?" a person asked.
"I-I did," Mathew tried speaking out, no one heard him except me.
"Oh, hey! This is Mathew's! I remember he said it fell off during one of his practices," Alfred claimed.
"Who is Mathew?" another party goer asked, confused.
"I a-am," Mathew tried again, but no luck.
"Where are you bro?!" Alfred yelled.
"I-I'm right h-here!" Mathew exclaimed, loud enough for everyone to look over at him. There was tears brimming his eyes. "Why c-can you never s-see me?" He turned and ran out the door, away from the party.
"Mathew, bro, wait!" Alfred tried to run after him. I put my arm out and he looked at me.
"I'll go talk to him," I said quietly. Alfred looked really down, but sadly mov
Deep Cliff #33 Frozen ReviewDeep Cliff #33 Frozen Review5 hours ago in Editorial More Like This
Question: Is Frozen THAT Good?
Hello, and welcome to yet another Deep Cliff, where I listen to your questions and bring you in depth answers. People have been asking me for a while what I thought of Disney’s recent animated movie, Frozen. I could never give an answer because I hadn’t seen the movie yet. However, after a long time of waiting, I finally got the chance to see the movie and I can now tell you what I honestly think of Frozen. Is the movie really as good as everyone says it is, or is it just an overrated movie?
Allow me to say this for the record: Frozen is, perhaps, the best Disney movie I have seen in years. This movie was phenomenal and was far better than I had anticipated it to be. With all the hype and build up the film got, I was sure that I would be underwhelmed…and I can honestly say I was not. It was an excellent movie. For the sake of those who haven’t seen it yet, I won’t DARE spoil it for you by explaining the plot…bu