Lakota's Interrogation Part 1Lakota's Interrogation Part 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
-I haven't seen my mom since those mean cops took us out of Emmy's Diner. I still don't understand why she didn't take us straight home. It had to do with all those cars in front
our house. They all had Umbrella logos on it, that's where dad works. Cops were there too, to make sure no one else got in. What did he do? It must of been bad, I couldn't even count how many cars were on our street, all around our house.
The cops even put hand cuffs on me, is that legal? I'm only 11 years old, and I didn't even do anything! Mom refused to leave the diner when the cops showed up. They said they had to take us to where our father was, but she didn't believe them.
"Umbrella won't get away with this." She turned to look at everyone in the diner, who
were all looking at us.
"If you do not see us again, blame Umbrella." The one cop didn't seem to like that too much, for then he pushed her towards the exit, places hand cuffs on both me and my mom. I still want to know what we did
InspirationRemember that when you're all alone and all hope seems gone, when that moment comes where you want to break, I want you to remember that life goes on but you chose how. That you have a choice...chose to live life. Dreams will never come true by themselves, they also wont surface without ambition and passion. Understand that after you've been depressed, you will appreciatte true happiness so much more and you'll know not to throw it away. The world is a wonderful place, but the people on it are selfish and simple minded.Inspiration10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
So know like always you have a choice. Do you lift yourself up and do somethng, or do you end up looking like the rest? I believe that things are what you make of them. A pile of wood can easily be crushed and burned. But with passion and ambition you can build a sculpture that will amaze the world. It can still easily be burnt, but its your job to protect it. This is life, and you only have a certain amount of time to live it. Every second that passes is a chance to ma
The Fractal ManYou wake up and before reality sets in you plan how you would like your day to go.The Fractal Man8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You do the whole bathroom thingyou lather, you rinse, you repeat.
You dress slowly under your own scrutiny and regardless of whether you are in overalls or a uniform or a silk linen suit, you hate the way you look. You will never look the way you did that other day, the day you were happy just being yourselfthough you cannot specifically remember when that day was.
Eventually you exit your humble little home and stumble into the concentrated centre of a mad, mad world. In this land skyscrapers dwarf the rising sun and the earth below them is forever in their shadow. The city streets are always an endless stream of chaos around you.
If you were like me, you wore a silk linen suit and the toast was always the same.
It was never a far step from the inside of any building to the inside of a
What have the Jews ever done for us?!(Yes, I'm basing this off of the incredibly funny Monty Python skit, What have the Romans ever done for us.)What have the Jews ever done for us?!3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
What have the Jews ever done for us?!
(Somewhere in Germany, in Nuremberg, in a secret building)
(A bunch of Neo-nazis are talking)
Head Nazi: (stands up to podium) Alright! Order everybody, order!
(Nazis keep talking.)
Head Nazi: (sigh) Heinrich, if you will?
Nazi 1: (nods, pulls out air horn and HONKS it. Nazis all stop talking and their heads snap foreword)
Head Nazi: Thank you! Alright, everybody, welcome to the secret underground meeting of the neo-nazis, its good to have you all here. Now lets get right down to business. The main goal of the neo-nazi party is to rid Germany and Europe and then the world of the Jews.
(Nazis all nod in excitement.)
Head Nazi: After all, what have the Jews ever done for us?!
(Silence and then one Nazi slowly raises hand.)
Nazi 2: The cure for polio?
Head Nazi: What?
Nazi 3: Oh yeah! The polio vaccine was invented by Jonas Salk, a Jew!
Summary ExecutionHe ran.Summary Execution7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
He ran in fear, complete fear. A Guardsman of the Imperial Guard. He knew what he was now. A coward. He didnt want to be here. Anywhere but here. He didnt dare look back. Fearful of what he had seen. He had seen Chaos. Ripping apart his comrades in arms. Forever defiling his previous views of war. He had believed the propaganda, and had joined the ranks of the Imperial Guard for the glory and victory. He didnt see any of that back there. All he saw was thousands of men and women being slaughtered. He had seen them dutifully march to their doom. Then the enemy came. Monsters and horrors that were blasphemous and terrifying. Hed seen a girls head explode in a shower of matter, an entire squad incinerated by a flamer, a doll that had until then miraculously survived, only to be stamped out by the skull of a tank crewman. There was no glory. There was no honour. All a lie. So many other things he saw he could not wipe from his mind. And so he ran. Ran
electricityi like to draw pictureselectricity5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of broken things.
we met in cyberspace
talked with mouths
spread open w i d e
as our lacquered
tapped out LCD
shimmied across networks
and j i t t e r b u g g e d into
lit up nerves
that has both my
screen and pulse
delirious is certainly
more than a
i do not know what love is but
if i did
i once told you:
"i think you could fix me."
rolled up sleeves to expose
gooseberry arms, bisque
delineated with cornsilk
cracks, faded death
stripping color from
you simply smiled and said:
"i like to draw pictures
of beautiful things.
portraits of you, mostly."
I Will Fight YouI Will Fight YouI Will Fight You6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
So many think,
That they can walk over anyone,
And no-one will even blink
There is no limit to the depravity,
Unto which they will sink
And so many more just want the problem,
To go away,
But the sad, sad truth is that,
A problem not dealt with,
Is one that never fades...!
To those of you who live life this way...
I will stand beside the true...
And I will fight you...
Are you ready for the fallout?
It's coming down,
I will break you, make you drown,
In everything you are!
I will fight you, yes I'll fight you,
And it doesn't matter how far,
That you run,
I will fight you for what you've done
It's coming, it's coming,
It's coming down
It's coming, it's coming,
You will hear the sound,
Of my fury
So many hide,
Themselves behind truth that is,
Nothing more than lies,
And when confronted,
And so many more ignore and pray,
That they'll be gone the next day
They look the other way,
And say it matters not the games they play,
And they ignore the pa
When I Was LittleWhen I Was Little5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I was little I did not care,
For the thousands of you struggling out there,
So here is to you,
You beautiful souls.
When I was little I did not know
In your world full of nightmares you continue to grow.
When I was little I did not see
Such trembling lips as they uttered your plea.
When I was little I could not believe
How you kept on struggling on days we didn't grieve?
When I was little how could I have known
Your contagious laughter was a sight to behold.
When I was little I would never have guessed
That with such delicate wings you have been blessed.
When I was little I could not feel
How much your weak smiles really reveal .
So tell me, my child, how do you strive
To live each day just to survive.
Your innocent strides will take you far
For in Gods eyes you are the star.
So soar to the heavens with your fragile soul
And there before the gates we will count your toll.
Because when I was little I didn't dare to dwell
That while I live in heaven you live in hell.
So here is to y
Forgotten Now"Why must I cry for you?", I had recitedForgotten Now3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It is said that you meant nothing to me
And with that, it is forgotten
Then, at last, I wept once more
RapunzelThe floor is covered with ribbons of broken hair snapped, dry, dirty hair. She watches it break and die every day; even when it groans from her scalp, she no longer cries for it. It's only hair.Rapunzel6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She sits in the corner, with another of her headaches, closing her unwashed eyes and praying for sleep.
When a man's voice calls to her from outside, she jumps.
No one speaks to her.
She is one hundred feet from the ground and no one can see her face.
Heart quickening - a newborn sparrow that must learn to fly or else succumb to a hungry mouth - she struggles with her locked bones to stand and run to the window. She only moves slowly, however desperate she is, her wasted muscles threatening to fold. Her fragile fingers with their grey, unfiled nails fight with the stone sill to gain purchase and she sways, a stricken willow planted in her own filth.
"Let down your hair," he says.
Why won't he leave her alone? Why won't he go from here?! But still she mechanically heaves her co
You. Got. This.I see these people all over the place –You. Got. This.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Depressed, anxious, confused, confounded even –
And I see them, all uncertain, not knowing what will happen next
I see them trying to be brave or just accepting the fear
I see them breaking and then pretending not to be broken
I see them, and I have only three words:
First word: You
Second person pronoun, indicating the person to whom I am speaking
It’s every person, just as it is specific to the one, making no discernment between the two
Second word: Got
A word indicating possession, ownership, belonging
Also a word indicating inevitability;
In this case You must own, You must possess, You must belong,
And third word: This
A word indicating that of which we are speaking,
In this case all those things you think you are going to fail at,
Or that you want to try but don’t think you can succeed in,
Or all the things you wish you could have but don’t believe you’ll ever own
In this case, You must possess all your d
So much to tellPale moon,So much to tell2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of tune,
at my window,
So much to tell -
heaven and hell
to my dreams...
Elegy on Antinous...Elegy on Antinous...4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I ponder the fate of a Bithynian lad,
Antinous by name, a beautiful boy
Who caught the eye of a Roman Emperor--
Hadrian, a temperate ruler, sober, modest,
Philhellenic in his tastes; a lonely man
Who saw perhaps in this exquisite youth
The youthful joy he had never known...
They traveled the Empire together,
Hadrian delighting in the wonder he saw
In the eyes of his young companion
To whom the Emperor showed the world;
All saw that Antinous was Hadrian's favourite
--O, venomous jealousy of an Imperial court!
Is that what happened in Egypt
When 19-year old Antinous drowned in the Nile?
Some said he sacrificed himself
In imitation of the cult of Osiris,
Or simple accident...I wonder!
Are there accidents in an Emperor's entourage?
Poor old Hadrian wept, heedless of his courtiers' contempt:
"An Emperor should not show such unmanly grief
For a mere Bithynian pretty-boy!"
Cruel servants! Cannot Hadrian be human, too?
What clearer measure of love than this,
That the sad
Human...Human...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This world is so pure, so beautiful and flawless. Everything has its place, purpose and meaning. Everything is interconnected and all life somehow fits. The trees around me, bending their branches in the wind; their song perfectly fitting for this warm, late summer evening. The crickets joined in the lullaby with perfect ease, with no effort or even thought behind it. It just fits.
The wind itself moves and shifts, slows down or stops completely with perfect timing. Birds fly over my head with fluid motions, mimicking the invisible waves of the wind. The very last rays of light of this day bounce and reflect of everything, as if kissing the world and everyone in it goodnight. Clouds, like gentle giants of the sky, move gracefully towards the North, following some unknown path; playing their part. A lake in front of me glimmers, sharing the sunlight, multiplying it in all directions.
Everything here has its place.
Everything here is perfect, except me, with my thoughts, wishes, expectat
Raptor Jesus' Bible.In the Beginning, God created the heavens and the Earth. And we all know the story from there.Raptor Jesus' Bible.7 years ago in Humor More Like This
In the Period of Cretaceous, God grew distasteful of the Dinosaurs' wicked ways. (Actually, after a few billion years He was royally Bored and wanted to screw with the most intelligent life-forms available at the time.) So he descended unto a Virgin Raptor and made her lay a single egg.
This was long before anyone ever figured out the connection between mating and babies, so no one really gave a damn.
God commanded the virgin raptor to name her son Jesus. And so she did.
Jesus hatched, and his hatching was marked by a volcano erupting and wiping out the nests of nearly all other raptors. When He realized this, he promptly ran away and wandered in the desert, living a raptory life for 18 years, until he turned 32.
Raptor Jesus returned, gathering Thirteen followers of all species, and they wandered around doing stuff, fighting evil, and saving Prostisaurs. (That's their story and their stickin
THE DARKNESS WITHINChapter 1THE DARKNESS WITHIN3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My name is Alice and I’ve been cased into the darkness .I see no light in this world anymore. There's be trill, mystery, and sometimes anger which lead to hearts beginning to break and the trust begins to perish within friends then they began to think they have been be trade. My friends don’t know who I really am because they haven’t seen who I am at home they've only have seen the girl who is happy and can understand and who can relate to their problems and help them find a solution to almost any problem. That’s only at school but at home it’s a completely different story at home I feel empty not knowing that I exist it feels like a dream that I can't wake up from. "It’s more like a nightmare then a dream. I can’t really explain it but when I go to sleep and close my eyes I don’t dream of anything its only pitch black I can’t see any color no sunlight, no grass, no friends, nothing but complete darkness I don’t
PinholesFaltering wordsPinholes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and blemished sight
in the night...
to tear that sky
Kitten148 pounds of doggirl flew across the yard in pursuit of a small rubber sphere. While this was just about a daily occurrance, it was special this time because she hadn't been the one to throw it.Kitten6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
She had begged him all morning, and finally it worked! Master sat near their massive house, trying not to enjoy indulging her animal side. As Lillian returned with the ball, he did his best not to laugh at her.
She was holding the ball in her mouth, which was tricky for human skulls. Her saliva was thick on one side of the ball and threatened to trickle onto the rest if she got any more excited. Her tail wagged with enthusiasm.
"Lillian, you're allowed to use your hands," he told her as he carefully removed the ball from her jaws, "in fact, you should use your hands! Human bodies aren't meant for picking things up in their mouths."
"But it's fun!" she exclaimed with perked ears, "Master should try fetching!"
He regarded the drool-soaked ball with disdain. "Ehh...no, I think I should stick to m
Celer, Silens, MortalisI creep through the underbrush, dark and quiet,Celer, Silens, Mortalis4 years ago in Settings More Like This
With no moonlight there is nothing to see.
I'm not really there; the sentry's eyes playing tricks.
My teeth flash in the night, my own eyes shining: anticipating.
The rain drives in anger, he strains to see what is not there,
I can promise he will find nothing in the brush.
A silent question is asked... Will he live past midnight?
He doesn't know... the Reaper's already signed the man's death warrant.
He closes his eyes for a second, opened and there I am,
Standing in the foliage, but blink and I'm gone.
What the fuck was that; panic... it's written all over his face.
The smell of fear just leaked into the air.
He knows he's committed terrible acts against humanity,
He knows there will be a man that comes for him,
He knows that man will claim his life to avenge his victims,
He knows his prayers to his deity will not be met... God has turned away.
Recruited by the Reaper,
Papers signed by the Higher-High,
Endorsed by Hercules and Sp
Nemiah - a fragmentNemiah - a fragment10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Nemiah a Hesirion fragment.
Two gliding shadows, hot to the touch as they caressed the salt-glass sand, mingled and fused with the cooler unmoving shade of a tall Levaan Palm. The trees twisting stems marked the edges of the spreading fingers of the great Inship Desert; sun burned fingers that had long ago begun to stretch and claw their way into the cooler, ocean quenched lands of the Dol-Haalat, and here, at the north-western edge of the land of Hirad.
Dadengo, the sun, not quite halfway through his journey across the cloudless lapis lazuli ocean that served as the Haradi-Inship sky, shone as only a god could; and the heat of his love for this land would only increase as noon approached. Below, a pair of tattooed lizards danced a foot-cooling dance while keeping at least one of their rotating eyes on the interlopers.
Of the two owners of the now motionless shadows, the most immediately striking was the tall graceful woman. Poised like an ancient bronze st
Meet AnimaA human calmly walked through the jungle world of Felarya. After escaping an acidic fate three times, he felt pretty certain that he could last in this world. A few marauding animals that went down in one good shot would provide enough food for two days each, and if he himself was caught by one of the giant snake-women rampaging around, all it took was some fast thinking and faster talking. Yessir, this world was nothing he couldn't handle.Meet Anima6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He sighed contentedly and rested his head against his arms...and froze. Above him were shimmering cables going from tree to tree. Behind him, the same cables covered the area. He began to worry. Had he wandered right into the territory of some creature he hadn't known about? It was nagas and dryads here, nothing else giant, right? He began to back away.
Suddenly, a haunting voice echoed through the trees. He couldn't make out any words, but it sounded far too pleased for him to take it in stride. He had to move. He might be able to con a naga, but w
How It Began"God, your two o'clock is here."How It Began2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I have a two o'clock?"
"He's been here since 7:45. I figured it's only polite to... sir."
God sighed. "Fine, send him in."
While He waited God cleared His desk of papers and blueprints; no need for outsiders to see His plans. Soon enough the door to His office opened and God stood, smiled, held out a hand towards one of the two visitor's chairs.
"God! Great stuff you're doing in sector 2-7-0! Great stuff!"
The man's hands were clammy, his handshake limp. Rumpled suit, porkpie hat, briefcase... oh Jes-- oh dear, a salesman. God's smile slipped a little but He soldiered on gamely. With luck He could shoo the poor guy away in a few minutes.
"So, what can I do for you?"
The man sat, briefcase across his knees. "Sector 2-7-0! Everyone's talking about it! What do you call it? Man and merman?"
"Man and woman, actually. And thanks. But we're pretty busy around here, and..."
"Oh! Right! No time for the wicked, eh?" The salesman winked and popped his briefcase,