The Human Species 45 - Restless Thunderbird ZapdosThe Human Species 45 - Restless Thunderbird Zapdos3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mewtwo glared at Lucario, eyes so ferocious he was certain he would go blind if he did not look away from them. Supposedly the powerful psychic had the ability to kill him before he could even blink, and so he sharpened his reflexes as much as possible and was ready to leap away at the slightest notice of an attack. Meanwhile, the dark radiance grew so thick and hopeless that Lucario wondered if maybe he had already been attacked, life fading away from him as he was slowly dying.
Instantly, everything let up as Mewtwo turned his back to them through a swaying motion, Lucario falling forward in surprise.
"Farewell," he said, bending his legs to the ground and getting ready to take off.
"Wait, Mewtwo!" Mew shouted in surprise as she flew towards him, "You came all this way for nothing!?"
"Silence, original!" Mewtwo roared ferociously, stopping himself but still not turning around, "I tolerate your presence under protest. If you wish me to mingle with other legendaries, regular Pokém
The Human Species Ch. 49 - DepartureThe Human Species Ch. 49 - Departure3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"What's wrong?" Zerobi asked as Lucario exited the rocky passage. She had stood outside and waited patiently ever since he had gone in, not sure of what was going on and definitively not looking to get into a fight with the most powerful beings on Earth.
"These legendaries are starting to piss me off," Lucario responded bitterly with a grouchy expression, "I regret ever coming here in the first place."
Sympathy filled Zerobi as she sighed out loud. She had initially looked forward to coming here as it meant meeting so many legendaries, but they had turned out to be less spectacular than she had hoped. After that she had stuck around to be able to see Lucario again, but the atmosphere between them was thinning out in favor of complete and utter boredom. The only good part about all this, she knew, was that it would be a perfect time for her to share her secret plan.
"Hey " Zerobi whispered as a very sinister smile crossed her face, " Wanna do something crazy?"
The place promised in our...The place promised in our early daysThe place promised in our...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each one has to find it,
His own little island,
This tiny place we see in dreams,
This marvelous site created by hope,
It is everywhere,
And is nowhere,
Where I am doesn't matter,
With whom I am is the matter,
If nowhere is the place to go,
Then I'll stay here,
But everywhere is more ubiquitous,
It's where we all are,
Somewhere is the place to be,
As you're in both at the same time,
So I'm nowhere,
Is the place promised in our early days.
On a benchOn a benchOn a bench6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm lying on the bench
And I'm thinking
These thoughts make me smile
They bring me to another world,
One where I can do anything
Talk to anyone,
Be anything I want,
I'm a school girl,
But I'm really much more,
I like staring at the void,
So that my mind forgets
All of the real world,
As I do that,
My heart suddenly
Fills With emotions,
Of everything I should be,
Of everything I want to be,
I know I can do it,
I just have to wish for it,
Because one's will,
Is the greatest of all.
IdiotIdiotIdiot7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This word does not sound so wrong,
But it should be seen,
Like a note of hope.
There is the idiot dreamer,
That he's not afraid,
To be seen like an outsider.
There is the idiot by reason,
He's always right,
Even if sometimes he loses his reason.
There is the simply idiot,
Who does not understand,
That he's treated like that.
And there is the false idiot,
The most dangerous,
Because it can turn you idiotic.
To be idiotic,
It's not so bad,
It's like belonging to a club,
Where nobody understands the other,
A little like the government.
Not Even After Death... - 2.0Not Even After Death... - 2.07 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Not Even After Death, Will We Part
By: Elizabeth Quart
The scratching of her pen against the pale paper drifted around the comforter where he laid. His eyes rested on the wall next to their bed that grew a brighter shade of white with the increasing morning sunlight. His wife, who was not much younger than himself, sat on the edge of their bed in the softly light room.
The alarm beside the young mans head began to buzz and chirp in the silence and startled him out of his gaze. As he rustled under the sheets reaching over to turn off the alarm, she quickly snapped her small journal shut and hurried it into her bedside drawer. After turning off the alarm he looked over at her, since he had obviously noticed the snap of the journal and the fact that she had been awake.
Were you awake all this time?
Is something wrong? You normally dont wake up early.
She hesitated slightly before forcing a smile. Even as newly weds he seeme
To do a "Sagara Sousuke"A "Sagara Sousuke".To do a "Sagara Sousuke"7 years ago in Humor More Like This
To do/pull a "Sagara Sousuke" is to realize an action in response to a rutinary activity but under a military approach.
The phrase is based on Sagara Sousuke, a fictional character of a japanese anime called Full Metal Panic. The character in question has an abnormal military behaviour during normal activities present in the civilian life.
This abnormal activity has been present however in Real Life conducted normally by FMP super-fans.
This list shows some examples of pulling a "Sagara Sousuke".
You do a "Sagara Sousuke" when:
-You set up traps and anti-personal mines in the front zone of your house. Being cynical enough to put a carpet in front of the door with the phrase "Mi casa es su casa".
-Your vehicle of preference (Likely to be have been used in the military) is equiped with GPS, SINCGARS radio system and a Link 16 device.
-Not sure of the safety of your vehicle you decide to up-armor it. In case the vehicle is not suitable for an up-armoring process, yo
Pony-Tales! LyricsPony-Tales! Lyrics3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Life is like a party here in pony-ville
Race-ponies, magic, pegasus - it's a pony-blur
We might solve a problem or go see Bonbon
Tales of Daring-do, bad and good luck tales, oo-oo
D-d-d-danger, watch behind you - there's a vilain out to find you
What to do? Just grab onto some Pony-Tales, oo-oo!
Not girly-tails but manly-tails. Oh, Pony-Tales, oo-oo!
When it seems they're headed for the final curtain
the Sonic-RainBoom never fails, that's for certain
The worst of messes become successes!
Tales of Daring-do, bad and good luck tales, oo-oo
Not girly-tails but manly-tails. Oh, Pony-Tales, oo-oo!
I don't know how to feel...I don't know how to feel...I don't know how to feel...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What to feel...
How to respond...
What to say...
These comments of pride and confidence, worry and concern, questions and opinions...
Everything, so deeply felt by everyone around me...
I have no feelings.
No idea of the situation.
News reports, 2nd hand information and video/pictures are all I see.
Lives touched in ways I will never be able to comprehend.
Feelings I hope I, and no one else, will have to experience in the future.
A situation largely felt by a single country's people.
With resolve and determination to fight the odds.
And I, a meager naive bystander, continues along my path.
Slowly getting closer to the one of Japan.
When I reach there, how will I react when I see the devastation?
If I see the dead bodies?
Should I run?
Will I run?
Maybe I'll just hide in the corner of a room and cry.
What's the right feeling?
What's the right thing to say?
Is there anything I can do to help?
Anything that would alleviate the sadness
Poison Apple Book PreviewPoison Apple Book Preview9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Liam T. Dredd and Diaphanous Haze
Were married in not unusual ways.
They booked a cathedral, they made their vows,
Bought as much insurance as the state allows.
He called her Daffi, She called him Lee,
He wrote out their wills, she made them some tea.
"I'll sign the papers if you will," she said.
"A million if either of us drops dead."
"I have a confession, my dear," said he.
"Counting the others, you're Wife Number Three.
"My dear exes were strangled, drowned and shot,
They left me quite lonely, but left me a lot."
"How sad!" said Daffi with a secret smile,
"But at least your marriages were worthwhile.
"Now, my late husbands, of which there were four,
Never gave me a penny. That's why they're no more."
"It seems I'll be careful from now on," Lee sighed,
"For I've finally found my match in a bride.
"And speaking of matches, look under your chair,
I've hidden a clever bomb under there."
"Oh, I found it," said Daffi, "I'm afraid it's destroyed
"That charming young housemaid w
Sitting on a cloudSitting on a cloud8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting on a cloud
The blue sky,
The blue Earth.
Then I think again,
To this beautiful blue,
Colour of its eyes,
Colour of the ocean,
Filled with tears,
Fallen from my cloud.
On the top of its head,
It's neutral and calm,
It's the anger which dominates,
It's the love which is in the wind.
I look at,
This supreme beauty,
This woman's body,
This new born life,
This new formed cloud,
It's a new beginning.
These small things,
Who makes life.
My happiness comes with youMy happiness comes with youMy happiness comes with you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My happiness comes with you,
Wherever you are,
Never far away from my heart,
Like a sunshine that brings me heat,
When I think of you,
I only think of joy,
Joy of life,
You just irradiate joy,
In no time you'll become a woman,
But the most important thing is,
That you'll always remain,
A child at heart.
You know what?You know what?You know what?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm happy right now.
I'm burning with joy,
It's all warm inside,
It's my little house,
My own world unfolds,
Where my will is strong,
Where my actions save lives,
It's so simple in my dreams,
Where I'm not hindered by,
Uncertainty, doubt and wishful thinking,
Too much maybe,
But I'm happy.
Sleeping MoeSleeping Moe,Sleeping Moe6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a sleeping moe,
When I start to read,
It's like dreaming,
To imagine myself in another world,
I don't need to have my eyes open,
I just need to read the first sentence,
Then I just continue for myself,
There I can be anyone,
Do anything I like,
Some people find me cute,
I suppose it's because,
When I sleep, I'm happy.
Fuck You, CancerKay didn't want it.Fuck You, Cancer5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, no, no, no, no.
She screwed the shiny leaflet up into a tight ball, not caring that the sharp edges dug into her palms, and threw it into the open fireplace, smugly watching the flames eat up her information. It was permanently ingrained now anyway.
She didn't want alopecia. To have to wrap her bald head in scarves and wigs that itched. She didn't want to vomit her stomach up every time she tried to keep some form of nourishment in it. She didn't want her red blood cells to die away so all she had energy for was to lie down and sob. She didn't want her skin to be so sore and fragile her legs would bleed freely every time she shaved, and one good sneeze could be detrimental. She didn't want her nails to blacken and split, her flesh to swell up, bulbous and shiny and bloated. She didn't want to tremble and convulse, and not have a steady enough hand for icing, or enough nerve endings to feel the soothingly smooth skin of her husband's body. She
FriendsFriendsFriends6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm happy to be in the picture
Along all your other friends
It means a lot to me
And her musical cat
Kai must have
Something special too
=Akiko-sama and her joy of life
Which is also one of my best friend
You in the center
Being the center of attention
=Cafe-delight and her wonderful talent
For drawing and paper dolls
Ilo, with a name like that
It must be very sweet
Everyone here for you,
Because you're a very nice person
Worth caring for.
That's why we all love you
Even without knowing you.
Stay like that!
A Soldier's PoemA Soldier's Poem7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You have the shoulders that carry the burden
of a nation in great despair;
You have the eyes of a broken man
who witnessed a childs last breath of air;
You have the arms of a hero so sad
as you carry a fallen comrade;
You have the hands calloused from metal
as you fired a shot to save a friend;
You have the soul of a longing soldier
wishing for this war to end.
First rainFirst rain:First rain6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to forget,
Everything is just too sad,
Thank god you're here my cat,
I'm hugging you,
I love you,
I'm protecting you,
In the dark of my mind,
A noise still resonate,
I don't want to hear it,
Even the sound of hope,
Cannot bring me back,
I'm lost in this hostile world,
I don't even feel my body anymore,
It's all numbed by the rain,
I don't want any of the pain,
My tears are mixing with the rain,
To create a sea of pain,
They're both draining it away,
That's the purpose of the first rain.
Philippine Urban Legend No.1Once there were a group of 5 teenage friends that lived in a province in the Philippines. One day, the leader of the group came up with a ghastly idea. He was curious about life after death so he proposed that the group make a promise. The promise was that the person who dies first must have two pieces chalk put inside the coffin with the body. One red, one white. The spirit of the dead friend then has to come back to them and write in white chalk if he is in heaven, and write in red chalk if he is in hell. For some reason, the group agreed.Philippine Urban Legend No.19 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
A few years passed, and one of the friends was hit by a motorcycle taxi. It's a taxi that's a motorcycle with a sidecar that you can find in the Philippines. Anyway, that friend had a severely damaged spleen and was in a comma for a few weeks. When he finally woke up, his friends came to visit him. The first thing their leader asked was "di
MelodyThis melody that echoes in my ears,Melody6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're my tale of wonders.
The melody of life, the one you hear every day.
You make it, it's pure, it's soft, it affects you.
The notes fly high in the sky and landed in an unknown ear, that doesn't recognize it.
Because the melody of each person is unique, like yours or mine, that of your neighbor, your parents or your friends.
It consists of pianissimo, as of fortissimo.
It goes up, it goes down like the waves of the ocean.
It started at your birth.
Your melody yet has something more than the others.
It's sad, it's as if the notes played backwards.
All notes appear to be similar, but they all have their own stories.
We'll travel there together:
You do not like this note, because it reminds you a place in your body, which does not transmit the entire note.
It's lost, it goes astray, it's desperate ...
Will it find its purpose?
What did you want to do with this note?
Move your finger to show someone the way?
Move your arms, to kiss someone yo
Biology of the Staple RemoverBiology of the Staple Remover10 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Staple Remover (Connectiva Chompicus), while one of the smaller creatures in the office, still holds the reputation as a much feared predator in the ecosystem.
The most prominent characteristic of the Staple Remover is its four long fangs that give it an almost menacing smile. Non-venomous yet quite sharp, these fangs are capable of latching on to its favorite prey, the Staple, even when it is firmly rooted in its most secure habitat. Its deathgrip secure, the Staple Remover crushes the helpless Staple's defense and drags it out for a viciously rewarding meal. Although more often observed as a solitary animal, a pack of Staple Removers has been known to strip the metal from a conference presentation in less than a minute.
Once a year, the male Staple Remover instinctively returns to the office supply store where it was purchased to engage in a savage mating ritual: the capture and takedown of a Multi-use Color Copier. Many are lost
The reunionThe reunionThe reunion7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Several years to get to know each other,
Several years to appreciate,
Then it is finished,
Then we didn't see each other anymore,
No more words,
No more signs.
Then I changed my life,
Then you continued yours,
We have both,
Had our lot of good and bad things.
Each one by turn,
Led us to a tough life,
Had us filled with joy.
After all this time,
You finally find me,
I am very happy,
I will never forget thee,
I've always appreciated you.
This short text,
Demonstrates my gratitude,
To not have forgotten me,
It touched me a lot,
Just as your life story.
I want to catch up the lost time,
In front of a glass or two,
Then no longer loose ourselves.
Bakery Apocalypse:ArmabreaddonBakery Apocalypse:Armabreaddon6 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
BAKERY APOCALYPSE: THE ARMABREADDON
A Punny Half-Baked Quasi-Opera in Ten Minutes
(Scene opens on Bakery; an entry to the "back room", a table, upon which baked goods sit. A doorway to the outside world.
BAKER paces and frets, checking watch, fixing and adjusting, etc.)
BAKER: Today's the day... the culmination of years of kneading and baking and mortgaging and re-mortgaging and it all comes down to this. Ever since I had a Fisher Price kitchen I've waited for this day, and now it's here. One health inspection away from realising my childhood dream.... my own bakery.... (a beat) Oh my god I've never been so nervous in my life. (looks around)
The floors (checks floors)... are clean. Surfaces are.... (checks table-top with finger)....sterile. Except I just touched them. And they're not sterile anymore. (panics, looks about for a cleaner, and sprays the spot on the table) Phew! The kitchen and bathroom.... oh god the kitchen and bathroom! (rushes to back room).
(Rev.) CUPCAKE: AND LO, the
Letter to a loved one, on losing a loved one.I want to tell youLetter to a loved one, on losing a loved one.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that this grief is temporary,
that even if you feel lost,
you are not a ship adrift
without a crew.
But darling, grief still
sits heavy on my tongue and
I will not lie to you.
[Grief gathers at the back
of my mouth and renders me useless
on days that feel like the day
she died, my limbs heavy,
my heart sore.]
Instead I am going to tell you
that grief is not the last thing
you will ever feel;
there will still be
rumpled sheets and lazy smiles,
your fingers will still find
my naked waist beneath the blankets
and mine will still fit neatly between
the knobs of your spine.
We will still drink too much coffee,
smoke too many cigarettes, and love with
urgency but not with haste.
I will sit with your grief,
as you have sat with mine and
we will be okay.