Writing Exercise - 8:18 am 30 September 2014 She jumped out of the car and rushed to the door. Fumbling with the keys, she unlocked the door and rushed in to grab her fiance’s work ID that he had forgotten. The young woman ran back out to the car and jumped in handing the man’s ID to him as she got herself buckled in.Writing Exercise - 8:18 am 30 September 20149 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
They drove down to the male’s place of employment. After turning off the car, the man leaned across the seat and kissed his fiancee. Both removed themselves from the car and stood for a moment in the empty parking lot.
“Zip the up the jumper and make sure the hood is up,” the man said as his fiancee shivered holding the jumper tight around her body.
The young woman gave a nod and a smile, “I’ll message you when I get home.”
She gave him one last kiss before she began to walk away from her fiance. She looked back at him and smiled before starting up th
StatementI have been looking at the art of George Herriman recently. His cosmically surreal comic Krazy Kat, with its haunting backdrop of Coconino County, an ever shifting landscape of vast empty deserts, mesas, and buildings, which appear and disappear give the feeling that these characters are in a nightmare world where nothing is reality is an illusion. I was struck by how simple and beautiful these comics really are, and became very engrossed in the setting itself. These landscapes come from that enchantment.Statement10 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
your name again?I dreamt that your breath was toxic and that I stopped breathing when you kissed me. I dreamt you were a tidal wave, destroying my home and everything I held dear. I dreamt that you were really just made of sand, the intestines of an hourglass that was quickly running out of time. I dreamt I watched you slip, grain by grain, to the bottom. I dreamt that you vanished, a mirage in bright sunshine when rain begins. I dreamt that you loved me. I dreamt your tongue touched my teeth and your restless fingers grazed my body. I dreamt I was gone. I dreamt that I was only a figment of your imagination, something that had never been tangible. I dreamt we burned in a house fire in the same bed, side by side and futureless. I dreamt you strangled me with your fear. And then I dreamt that I forgot your face. And from that, I hoped to never wake.your name again?13 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hollowed be thy nameyou assume the role of an all knowingHollowed be thy name17 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Prophet sent to this world by God
to speak truths that only you and you
you open the mouths of unknowing 'non-believers'
and stuff your beliefs and ideals
down their throats and watch,
smiling, as they gag on them and
then regurgitate them into the mouths
it's a vicious cycle, this world. you're
told to believe things you know little
about and in turn tell your children
to believe things that they know
nothing about - only what they are told.
corrupting them and condemning them
to a life in hell if they so much
and where is the point in that, when
these children are forced to raise hands
to ask to use the bathroom
yet are meant to walk the gangplank
to a robed man and take
the body of Christ in their
mouths- not by choice, mind you,
but because, like everything else,
they are told to.
and as their minds are like putty:
malleable, easy to manipulate.
you use this to your
advantage, abusing their minds, fo
The Seventh Child: First Glimpse It was a Saturday night. It was so dark outside. It was past my bedtime but I was still wide awake. I was staying up late because I was waiting for my older brother to come home. I was browsing my social media accounts to past time.The Seventh Child: First Glimpse18 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Moments later, I heard the sound of a tricycle and our gate opening. At first, I thought it was my brother. When I took a harder look while I was standing in front of the screen door, it was my aunt.
I went back to using the computer after greeting her. She went inside the bedroom where my mom was. She went out of the room wearing different clothes. She was wearing plain clothes. I thought she was ready to sleep.
Suddenly, there was a panic between my mom and my aunt. I didn’t understand what the blazes was going on at first. I was ignoring the world because I was focusing on things popping up on my dash in Facebook and Tumblr.
Ana's Journey SummaryThis is a story of a wolf called Ana and her journey. The young wolf had a lot of suffering in her life, but one day new things started happening in her life like love, protection, caring, and so much more. Our young leader runs into her past foes while out in search for food. Can Yamcha get to her in time to protect her from these dangerous wolves out to settle a score?Ana's Journey Summary20 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Symphony of PlaceI had just caught the Ellesmere express bus a little after one, content with my single seat by the window. As was about to sit down, a person behind me reached up and pulled the top window open with a vwoosh. A wasp buzzed by, causing me to slide to the side and bump into another passenger. I mumbled my apologies, but he didn’t seem to hear through his headset. Soon enough I had settled into my seat with a sigh of relief that the wasp was still outside. I tapped the glass, staring at the buzzing insect as it landed on the glass. As long as it was out there, I wouldn’t make another peep.Symphony of Place21 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I closed my eyes as more students entered the bus, accenting their present with a large thud every so often. Lulls of languages, both foreign and native, rose in volume and fell, only to rise again. Baritones chuckled and the sopranos giggled notes that I wished weren’t as loud as they were. The bus driver’s sharp tenor turned people away on occasion. With a sigh or a click with
KGIch rannte durch die Gassen und versuchte, nicht gesehen zu werden. Mein Herz raste und mein Atem war unnatürlich schnell.KG22 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Der Schweiß ran über über mein Gesicht, als ich verzwifelt versuchte, irgendwie irgendein Versteck zu finden.
In meiner Hand hielt ich ein Messer, mit dem ich mich Notfalls villeicht noch verteidigen konnte, das allerdings nicht für sehr lange. Endlich fand ich ein mehr oder weniger unauffälliges Versteck unter ein paar Müllsäcken, die einen eckligen Geruch verströmten.
Ich konnte nur hoffen, dass da kein Fixerbesteck drin ist. Das würde übel ausgehen.
Ich versteckte mich zwischen den Müllsäcken und bewegte mich nicht einen Zentimeter. Ich hörte schnelle, unregelmäßige Schritte auf mich zukommen und hörte eine relativlaute Mänerstimme.
"....muss doch hier irgendwo sein!", rief die Person und ich wusste sofort, das er mich nur meinen konnte.
Die Angst, die sich in meinem
The Moment We MetFrom the moment I met you…I knew that you would be the one. I knew you would be the one who would be there for me every step of the way-through darkness and through times of joy. I knew that you would be the one who would care for me as much as I care for you-which is something I rarely find in others. From the moment I met you, I knew that it was going to spark something grand-something extraordinary, and it has. For now it is that I have found that I cannot even see a life without you by my side anymore. For now it is that I have grown to need your love. For now it is that I have unconditional love for you. From the moment I met you, I knew that the journey that you and I both would share would just be the beginning…and this kind of journey that you and I share now is the only kind of journey I could ever see us sharing. For it is that our journey will continue to deepen our love for one another, and I can only hope that it gets to the point that our love for one anotherThe Moment We Met2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Negative Chaos -REMASTERED- (Chapter 11)Sonic The HedgehogNegative Chaos -REMASTERED- (Chapter 11)2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Negative Chaos Remastered
Stalis looks around and see's Razor near the exit and trying to dig his way through the exit. But, he looks extremely tired, like he's been at it for days. She looks at the others who are shivering. Then she looks at Tails and Vanu who are collapsed on the icey floor.
"Wha-What is wrong with them?" Stalis asked.
"Well, lets say they've been in here for about, um... a week." Yami said.
Stalis turns to Yami and looks at him in shock and confusion. "What? But its only been a day!"
Yami laughs and looks down at the others. "Well, thats because this dream your having, is the future."
Stalis' eyes widened from what Yami said.
"You see, they're all trapped inside the place. And if you sit here longer, that future will become a reality. I mean who knows, it may be a trick or it may not. But, they are trapped and if you do nothing, they'll die inside Ice Cap Zone." Yami said with a smirk on his face.
"No... no! I won't let them die!"
Heroe..Ella necesitaba ser salvada...Heroe..2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ella necesitaba un héroe...
Ella se necesitaba a si misma...
...Pero no sabía donde encontrarse...
Un hombre lee.Un hombre lee en el aeropuerto. Bueno, la palabra hombre le da una edad que no tiene. Supongo que es un joven. Un joven lee en el aeropuerto, sentado en una de esas filas de sillas, como las de las salas de espera, antes de embarcar. Metálicas, negras. La luz entra desde detrás por una cristalera, apenas se distinguen sus detalles en la sombra, sombra que proyecta también en las baldosas brillantes. Pero lee, eso seguro. El libro sobre sus rodillas, lo mantiene abierto con una mano, se inclina hacia delante, hacia abajo. Coloca en horizontal su vista, como el libro. Con la otra mano se sujeta la cabeza, como si le pesara horrores, el brazo, para enemigo de su mirada, en vertical. El codo se apoya en el muslo, la palma en la frente, unos mechones de pelo arrugados entre sus dedos, diría que rubios. Algo le hace levantar la vista y yo aparto la mía, se incorpora cerrando el libro y lo apoya contra sí, contra su pecho, como si el libro fuera un alma.Un hombre lee.2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Drowned In Time For eternity, there was light. It was beloved in my heart, as is with any being who lives. There was no desire for death but simply the want for a fun time. But even on the hottest and brightest days, frozen tendrils of darkness can always threaten to put us back into our place. For me, one of those moments was when those thoughts meant nothing to me. When most ideas were to abstract for my young, concrete brain. It was the day I drowned. The last thing I saw was the glare of sun as I felt a smile on my face. Suddenly, seconds were gone. I opened my eyes and felt my body rising, knowing there was a short time missing. I watched blue ribbons float horizontally as I rose towards the sky. I felt shrouded in peace, and I accepted that may have been dead. Nothing mattered to me. There wasn't even a want for air. It was the most calming sensation until I broke water. Suddenly my lungs gasped for air. Disorientation led me into a fit of anxiety as I realized how far my friends weDrowned In Time2 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ana's Journey Book 1 Chapter 1Lightning Scar was sitting gracefully in the center of a sunlight clearing, staring at the sky. He was admiring the bright blue sky filled with fluffy white clouds. "What a beautiful day it is today!" He said while his brother was running to where Lightning Scar is. Lightning Scar was so focused on the sky that he almost didn’t notice his own brother coming towards him. The scent of his brother hits his nostrils and turned around to face him, though.Ana's Journey Book 1 Chapter 12 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Hello there brother Cobalt." Lightning Scar said to his brother Cobalt. Cobalt noticed his brother found out it was him and said, "Hello big brother." Cobalt swiftly walked up to sit beside Lightning Scar, his brother. "I have something to tell you brother." Cobalt said as he received a nod from his brother, "Go ahead and speak Brother." Lightning Scar said. Cobalt was starting to tell his brother everything until Cobalt was quickly interrupted by a loud howl.
"AWOOOOUUU!!!" White Beauty howled loudly. Lightning Scar whipped around
Just Another NightI walked into the dark room. The only light came from the small candle flickering on the bedside table. I walked in, computer in hand and turned on the light switch. I took in a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. The fresh scent of the candle seemed to help. I set the computer down next to the bed and plugged it in. Then I made the bed. My freshly washed blanket was soft in my hands and I took in a deep sigh with my face buried in the cloth. I set it down and straightened it out. I got comfortable on the bed and reached up to turn the light off. I pulled on the chain and the room grew dark. The only light coming from the living room and the small light flickering in the corner. I heard the dialogue of the television in the background but ignored it. I listened to the light buzz of the ceiling fan instead. So combined with the small flicker, the fresh scent and the light buzz, I was able to lay in peace and begin to write.Just Another Night3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I got up a short while later and turned the light back on. I
Don't order pizza when you're drunk...So today (Saturday!) we had a deal with my bf that I'll order pizza for tonight (as I'm the only one of us two that speaks fluent language of the country we currently live at - because I was born and raised here... *whispers*).Don't order pizza when you're drunk...3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So he went to have a nap (because he's been working a lot last few days) and I did LOTS of procrastinated cealaning (bleh) and then I checked out free Guild Wars 2 game(until the end of this month!). and then it was an evening so I though I'd enjoy myself with some chocoalte and beer because I mostly let myself for that only during weekends. So I did. I had some chocoalte and some very tasty honey beer ^_^ I got lost into the game and by the time we should order, I was half-drunk (I don't need that much to get drunk and this honey beer is actually almost twice as strong as normal one.....).
BUT, despite being drunk my mind preserves most of cognitive abilities, not all in the same time and thinking sometimes takes longer.
So reluctantly I woke up my bf and told
FearMy house smells like alcohol, gasoline, and the satisfying stench of nicotine. Smells like nights spent waking up to pains, spent in the bathroom, spent smelling blood.Fear3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My house sounds like something primal, dancing shadows of angry people along the walls while screaming horrible things, 'get out get out you don't belong', 'you aren't worth the space you take up', 'fuck you what about the kids'. It sounds like tears and broken dishes, violent screams from something forbidden and pervasive, screaming for a difference, a life change.
My house feels like sudden chills, feeling like something will happen at any moment, feels like waiting for the worst, feels like late nights with the floors rumbling with the bent up rage.
It feels like hatred and self-loathing and self doubt, and the FEAR.
Fear for what may or may not come, fear for what happened and what you only imagined but never came to pass.
Fear you will become the place you came from without breaking the imaginary mold you've constr
The Legend of Pig-BoyJust after my thirteenth birthday, up at my great-uncle Ed’s house, my dad got spooked by some squeals and snorts coming from the woods. It was rural Minnesota, late October, and we were hearing a noise like a warthog in heat. We’d planned a hike for later that night, but now it seemed off-putting. Side-effects may include death or dismemberment, disappearance and horror movie clichés.The Legend of Pig-Boy3 days ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
We speculated about it around the bonfire, in between vicious crab-apple fights, over glasses of steaming cider and cocoa so hot it melted the marshmallows. Those noises didn’t sound totally pig-like. There was a human quality to them, an eerie longing howl beneath the frantic oinks.
“Oh, you don’t know?” My great-uncle Ed said to us, digging a hole in the ground with his fire-poking stick. Ed had energy in his bones, life in his smile, and the most trusting eyes I’d ever seen. “That noise is coming from Pig-Boy,