Agonized Radio SweetheartAgonized Radio Sweetheart2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Kurt Busch: Just how it typically gets every (expletive) week, every (expletive) week! (expletive) I hate my (expletive) job!
KB: What the (expletive) does he want?!
Nick Harrison (51 team crew chief): When you ran out of the pits, you almost ran some of them over. They're all wanting to whoop your (expletive).
Steve Barkdoll (51 team spotter): We've got to start in the back for pitting too soon.
KB: Is it one to go yet?!
SB: They want you to drop farther in the back.
KB: I AM (expletive) THERE!!! I'M (expletive) THERE!!! ALL THESE MOTHER (expletive) BEHIND ME ARE LAPS (expletive) DOWN!!! (expletive)!
SB: Alright man, cool down. Let's think and get some points down here, (expletive) it.
KB: (expletive)! (expletive)!
Tu ultima carreraTu ultima carrera4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Si te dio mala espina desde el principio, ¿por qué corriste el Gran Premio?
Primero, tu protegido, el novato Rubens Barrichello, tuvo un accidente relativamente grave en los entrenamientos libres, quedando inconsciente pero con heridas menores; te pusiste tenso y tenías miedo. Y te planteaste no correr. Entonces, ¿por qué lo hiciste?
¿Y cuando el austriaco Roland Ratzenberger se estrelló en los entrenamientos calificativos, muriendo en el acto? Te pusiste aún más nervioso que antes y rompiste a llorar en el hombro del profesor Sidney Watkins, el experto neurólogo. Incluso, hasta te llegaste a plantear dejar la Fórmula 1. Pero aunque el profesor te ofreció olvidarte del Gran Premio, tú alegaste tener cosas sobre las que no tenemos control y añadiste que no podías rendirte.
Tras el accidente de Roland, tú y otros pilotos os propusisteis formar
AriesI love making a drop. The rush as you plummet through the atmosphere, the scream of re-entry. The abrupt jolt when you hit 100m H over G and descend. The rush of cool air as you jump through the open doors and hit the deck.Aries4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Just like grandpa, 'cept this ain't a Blackhawk and this ain't Earth.
Aries, Mars; Greek, Roman. It all meant one thing. War.
They didn't give us details, but they did give us atomics. Whatever it was, it sure as hell wasn't riot control.
"Awright Marines," it always amazed me how Lt. Kolchek made himself heard over the roar of departing drop ships, "since we are out of the commo range of any civilian ears, here's the skinny. Talks with the Chinese Federation have broken down. There's lots of sabre rattling on both sides. The shit has hit the fan gentlemen.
We are here to help fortify Vostok base. You knew this was serious when you drew your combat loads. I expect nothing less than better than your best and remember the Chinks don't take prisoners. Do I make myself
To Remember. To Be. Is it appropriate?To Remember. To Be.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To feel like you're drowning
-- Not in a sea of stress,
Or fear, or worry.
But a beautiful, blessed, amazing,
Whirlwind of sight and sound and
The kinds of feelings that make the world
Like newly fallen snow on a sunny
Like flakes dazzling before your eyes,
Or an ocean's form licking up the shoreline.
It feels so amazing,
So splendid and pure,
Like life all wrapped up in one little bow
All because you remember.
Every word spoken,
Every laugh shared --
It all comes flooding back.
And you gasp,
And you cry,
And you smile and laugh,
Because you haven't felt this in
The Odd Dream.....The Odd Dream.....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Last night you appeared again in my dreams
Your hands are wrinkled with time and blood
Your eyes black depths of forever, dusted with pain
You smell of old skins and black seal oil dust
How can I smell in dreams?
You hold a stained wooden bowl in your hands
the rim is chipped with use and endless travel
The seal oil lamp made it's surface dance and writhe
The taste of molten copper colors my vision
How can I remember every detail?
Again you speak liquid words
Again I do not understand the confusion
Again I watch your dry cracked lips move in silent vows
Again you dip your fingers in the bowl
How can all this happen again and again?
Your fingers come up covered in blood
Not human blood, not animal blood
It clings to your parched skin in an odd way
You reach across the bowl and brush your fingers across my lips
How come I always feel so sad after this dream?
I am always afraid to lick my lips
Not because of what it might actually be
But for the unknowns it places on my soul
but I always
HateSomedays love dies in those tangled vinesHate4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hatred feeds greed and sorrow.
Grains of sand fall out of my hand
as I walk the beach alone
I atone for my sins
Throwing stones broken bones
for life is simple and noble
Make peace not war
Make this world a better place
so raise your voice and be heard
Across the world
the sun rises the sun sets
the rain washing all my regrets
the waters teach the songs of life
to live through all the pain and strife
Fear teaches the mind to be cautious
Bravery teaches daredevils to be reckless
Through tooth and nail
all people fail
Tears and shears
Bleeding wounds and bandages
celebrate Life and death
take your last breath
to kill your pain
states and countries unite
we are the world
destruction and salvation
we are a nation
these words never die
be a friend help a neighbor
we all need to help each other
Learning to LiveLearning to Live8 years ago in Teen More Like This
I sit in my shell, like water in a bowl, placid and unmoving, content to remain here for all eternity. The wind tugs at my hair and my clothes; sounds strain to catch my ear, but I remain undisturbed. They cannot reach me here, deep in this place between wakefulness and sleep, swaddled in safety.
Here indifference is palpable. It pervades my senses and blocks out all others, like a stuffy nose without the uncomfortable pressure, or a heavy dose of Novocain that's about to wear off.
I feel a touch on my hand.
It ripples through my medium, past the torpid safeguards to touch the very heart of me, and I stir. I look up to see a boy with hair of gold peering quizzically at me through a pair of thin, elegant glasses. My heartbeat quickens.
"Excuse me is this seat taken?" he indicates the empty spot on the bench next to me. When I shake my head no he sits with a sigh of relief, resting his backpack on the ground with an audible thump. He assumes a position of comfortable nonchalance,
ChangeWhy must people change?Change2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why must things change?
Its not that I dont like change
Its just that I dont want THIS to change
I dont want to hold people back of course
But i'd like to hold onto a bit of you,
just for a little while longer
Dont you remember how it used to be?
Dont you miss those days?
Oh I see
I've changed and moved
But i've kept the important things
Did I do something?
Did I say something?
everyone says no
All I hear is yes
These things have changed, I see it now
I know they will never be how they once where
not all is lost, from those changes come this
what ever this might be
but none of you will see it
or know its here
But I know it is, and it brings a smile
so i'll stay around longer, just a little while
Rainy DayRainy DayRainy Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The rain came down suddenly in heavy sheets and splattered the sidewalk that one of the local residents was trudging down it. They sighed and went to open their umbrella only to realize that it was full of holes. "Oh great .C'mon God cut me at least a little bit of slack please," they pleaded, while looking up at the dark clouds above them. As if in answer to the prayer a car roared past; splashing the resident with mud and water; soaking them to the bone. The resident, a gangly young man, looked down at his ruined uniform as thick tears rolled down his cheeks. Why did this always happen to him?? What had he done in his life to deserve such bad luck? Besides having a con-artist, jerk-face for a brother, he could not think of any good reason to be burdened with this misfortune on a daily basis. Maybe he should just stop feebly trying to keep living when the world wanted him to die. Afterall it's not like anyone would miss him. Even his own family thought of hi
Humanity's Second Chance:pt2~~~~~~~~~ At first there was only black nothingness and then Caleb felt solid ground underneath him; that was as hard as a cobblestone street. His piercing silver eyes fluttered open as he slowly took in his new surroundings from where he lay on the ground. The air was filled with various smells of salt water, burning coal, waste, sewage and decay. He suddenly sat up as his mouse ears were bombarded by sounds of horse-drawn carriages and many humans conversing with each other. Where on earth was he??? He rubbed his eyes many times before staring in shock and disbelief at what he saw. Somehow Caleb had ended up at a shipping port which would not have been so shocking if the people passing by him were not dressed in Victorian era garbs. This could not be happening to him .There was no possible way for Caleb to have traveled back in time unless .Unless that machine which had pulled him into its depths was a time machine??? Caleb's head ached from his mind trying to wrap itself aHumanity's Second Chance:pt23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
OCProfiles:Emma TysonEmma TysonOCProfiles:Emma Tyson3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Weight: 85 lbs
Hair: Brown with orange highlights
Personality: Quiet, blank-faced most of the time, but shows great amounts of emotion at the proper moments, calm, patient, can be a little air-headed at times and very stubborn.
Background: First child born to Matt and Chihiro aka CiCi Tyson, niece to Katelyn Tyson, older sister to Jake Tyson and granddaughter to Eric Tyson, Akira and Ran Tamashita. Named after Matt's mother, Emily, Emma was born in the apartment that Matt and CiCi were currently living in together. CiCi nearly lost her life in childbirth, but Matt stayed by her side through the long hours of labor and kept her from slipping too far underneath the black waters of unconsciousness. From the time she learned how to talk; Emma greatly resembled her father in showing no real emotion, but took after her mother in the times where she did express what she was feeling in dramatic moments. She enjoys drinking blood
True Self "Yo Kaname, you're up next," called out one of his classmates as they continued to play their little game or 'Truth or Dare'. Kaname sighed and then joined the small circle of people who called themselves his friends, but really were just using him for a means to achieve their own selfish goals. At this moment, he didn't care about their reasons for inviting him to this party; he badly needed a distraction of some kind from what was weighing on his mind at the moment. It had three days since Shiori had told him about Aki and Ari in the alley way and the awkward confession that had followed. The news had been devastating to him, but being the stubborn and prideful boy that he was, Kaname refused to show it. He attended this party with full intention of forgetting about Aki, Ari and everyone else who annoyed him lately. So when asked whether he wanted truth or dare, right away he picked to be dared. What they wanted him to do however took him by surprise .He had to dressTrue Self3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
King of FoolsI'm the long lost fool,King of Fools3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that everyone dreads.
An immature child
in a grown-up shell.
I have no future,
except going to hell.
I don't give a damn
about nothing at all.
I can go for miles
without a thought.
The world's a playhouse
and I strike a chord.
I can start a war
without a single word.
Epitome of ignorance,
forgotten what I've known.
I will never fall,
because I'm already down.
Run for safety and cover
when I come along.
I'm the long lost fool,
king without a crown.
Brotherly Love??:Separationpt1 This just could not be happening, not to him But it was, though try as he might to deny it, the facts were so painfully obvious Such details were sick and wrong yes to near extremes, but true nonetheless. He should have known from the start that these 'emotions' rising up from his heart were not normal to feel for his brother .Yet he couldn't help but wish to possess Ari completely, to mark him as only his .Thoughts like this continued to haunt Aki every night in his dreams, causing him to lose sleep. What would his parents think? His mother might try to understand his situation, as for his father .Who knows what his reaction would be; for sure it would not be pleasant. "I have to get out of here .For Ari's sake, before I do something I will surely regret," Aki told himself as he packed up his things one night when Ari had already fallen asleep in the bed next to his .Or at least he had thought his brother was sleeping.Brotherly Love??:Separationpt13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
HAZARD: INFOHAZARD: INFO4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Place: U.S. New York
A radioactive meltdown wiped out most of New York City due to mankind's stupidity. Many were infected with radiation resulting in a huge amount of deaths. It soon spreads across the U.S. and will ultimately end up engulfing the world turning into a hazardous, industrial wasteland. Not many are left. The few that are are either waiting to die, waiting until the 'HAZARDS' get to them, or have become one of the few 'HAZARDS' themselves. It is required that everyone wear gas masks with the level of air toxicity rising. Human life is almost unsustainable. With the radiation spreading it has affected the crops and water. It's become survival of the fittest. There is no presidential leader as none have been willing to deal with the task. Law has been abandoned and there are no 'official' laws. It's a free for all. Every man for himself.
Radioactive Control is the only sou
In the Dark of the NightOn a dark, stormy night, a beggar was wandering the streets of New York looking for help. A young woman with a mink collar strolled by, yet one look at the ratty state of the beggar's coat made her point her nose in the air as she scowled haughtily and walked by. The man's pleas for help did nothing to slow the click clack of her three inch heels.In the Dark of the Night4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sighing, the beggar returned to his despair filled trudge through the busy city. Five minutes had passed until the beggar saw another person, this time a man around his age who walked with a sense of importance.
"Please sir..." the beggar started, but was cut short by the glare of the man's contempt filled gaze.
"I do not help those who messed up their lives in such a way to put themselves in this sort of state. Spare me the details, I must be off." While the businessman sauntered off, something emotional broke inside the beggar. He suddenly lost the wi
Lifeline-The December sun flowed through the glass pane and left a yellow pool on the cell phone in Elliot's palm.Lifeline-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As he glanced at it, it buzzed. The vibration sent shock waves through his entire body; barely anyone called this number; only select people knew it. And Liz was one of them.
"Hello?" His voice quivered with excitement.
"Is this a Mr. Elliot Ross?" asked a male voice.
Elliot's spirits dropped. Just another bill guy, he thought.
"Yes, that would be me," he mumbled. "Can I help you?"
The man on the other end took a deep breath, as if unsure of how to go on.
"I'm John Meyer with UNICEF. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but we recently found the body of Elizabeth Emile. We found your name in her records, along with her family. You were listed as someone to contact in case of such an event."
Disbelief flooded Elliot's soul, spreading from his fingertips to the core of his heart, making him numb inside out.
"Is she- she can't be- how?" he whispered.
They Won't Shed A TearA Shattered Mess, Here I Stay.They Won't Shed A Tear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything Seems To Fade Away.
Day By Day.
They Won't Shed A Tear,
Now That I Am No Longer Near.
For All Things That've Gone Wrong,
No One Will Miss Me Now That I'm Gone.
I Know I'll Come Home To Friends Who Are Close And Dear.
I Have Every Reason to Fear,
That They Won't Ever Shed A Tear.
But For Now, Here I Stay,
A Shattered Mess,
Day By Day.
Reminiscence:Sakura's versionReminiscence: Sakura's versionReminiscence:Sakura's version4 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Thank you for that 'interesting' point of view Soshi and hello to you all .I'm Sakura, Soshi's older sister and also have my own story to tell you .My story begins a century after my birth in the 1500's when my mother gave birth to Soshi ..After she died in childbirth, my father was heartbroken and retreated into the sanctity of his domain, where his heart grew more and more corrupt and cold as the years dragged on ..As for me, I tried my very best to take care of my two younger siblings .though my twin was especially hard to control, I managed to keep us from tearing each other apart ..During the time before Soshi was taken away by Dracula, I came across a rather adorable human boy by the name of Lynn Gaelio .He was a sweet young lad whose family had been devastated by the plague and he shortly fell ill with the disease as well .By that time I had grown quite fond of Lynn and wished to save him so
Ill-treat?Ill-treat?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I told you that we would have a son ... I warned it to you, requested you, begged you ... and my heart suffered as my body. My soul ... and my son.
Now I'm the one that runs, Downing the street, crying, shouting, sobbing ... asking for help. You struck the heart squarely, he shouted you to stop, but you didn't stop. You hitted me, stucked me, dragged me...
But everything has got a limit.
Have you got problems?
You don't know what they are...
Try to do yourself what you did to me ... crush crying ... and repent knelt down, until your knees are bled.
Don't chase me, because if you want to kill me, you have done it. If you want to shame me ... you obtained it.
Leave me to stumblefall in the street. Doon't hit me any more. The only thing that I can do is to cry, and already not even the tears go out for me... Stop hitting my face, my body, my baby...
Deaths of innocent people that don't deserve it, of well-deserved assassins...
... If he had born, if at least he had
Love Affiars With People I Atemy twisted teenage self thought that was the best slur I'd ever heardLove Affiars With People I Ate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you were drunk with beer and I was drunk with love
so you can't call to mind what i was thinking of
my stomach lurched and my mouth tingled
when i look at you my eyes sting with sweet regret
parts of your body i can't and will not forget
a mouth that reaches into my soul
fingers which dangle every inch of hope
eyes that eat away at my sanity
everytime reminding me that you don't belong to me
He fell down again and I fell with him
if i could catch your hand maybe things would be different
you fell off your stool and i fell like a fool
i should know better than to feel the way i do
but when i look at you, i miss that part
another chapter for another restless heart
maybe one day you'll wake up and realize
I've been gouging holes in your body with my eyes
and i dont' want to wait another second
to tell you all about the things that get me kicked out of heaven
i would spin you a story and make you believe it's true
QualitiesQualities4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
· Envy of the one that wants and cannot.
Disgust of the one that can and does not wants.
· Happiness of the one that has and knows it.
Sadness of the one that has, and itdoesn't know it.
· Egoism of the one that has and wants more.
Empathy of the one that has and wants to give.
· Company of the popular one.
Loneliness of a leaf that falls of the tree, in autumn.
· Appreciation of the one knows it. Despise of the one that hates.
· Hate the one that deserves it.
Love to the one that feels it.
· Fantasy for the imaginative one. Reality for that sufe.
... Because it's that one that surrounds us ... ~