Prose: I am the sociopathI am the sociopath, the empty monster that walks among you in the guise of human flesh.Prose: I am the sociopath7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I am the one who seems to feel, but this is an act. Under this mask, there is nothing. No love, no fear, no sympathy. I can shake your hand and you can shake mine, and though I seem to be normal in every way, the reality is that I simply feel nothing. Absolutely nothing.
I am the one who will manipulate you. I will mirror you values, study your emotions, get in closer to you. Then I will take you for all you've got. I will leave you drained, devastated, weeping as you wonder where you went wrong. I will ruin your life, and I will enjoy it.
I am the one who has no morality. I pretend to know what right and wrong are, but this is another mask. In truth, they mean nothing to me, nothing more than delusions for the weak. I break the rules for fun, for profit, and most of all, just because I can.
I am the one with the greatest ego of all. I will take everything for my own gain and leave others with nothi
Poison100 Word challengePoison8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
It spreads like a poison
The horrible belief
That life is not worth living
That death will be your relief
People dying all around you
Wish they could go on
But if you went and killed yourself
I'd hate that you were gone
I may not know you right now
It's possible I never will
But how will I ever get the chance
If you died by your own will?
So if you happen to feel so bad
That life seems not worth living
Just remember that everyone, including me
Will think you aren't worth killing
I can't imagine how it feels
To want my life to end
But if you ever feel that way
This message I will send
You're beautiful. Yes you right there
There's worth in every soul
I want to set the record straight
We each all have a role
We may not see it perfectly
It may not be quite clear
But if I felt that horrible
This is what I'd want to hear
You have one chance to get life right
To make it all the way through
Don't ever think you don't deserve
The chance to make it too
So I Don't Like Twilight...So I Don't Like Twilight...4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Like that's a surprise, right? Anyone who's seen my work on DA would know that. And yes, I am a girl. But really I know a lot of girls who despise this series (and a lot of guys that worship it) so that really shouldn't make a difference. Though sometimes it comes as a surprise to some people. Like it's a requirement for girls to like romance... But that's another debate for another time.
I've seen several of these "anti-stories" posted up and decided to share my story too. It's far more mild than most. I was never attacked by twilight fans. Or had things chucked at me, or was chased, or mobbed. Granted I graduated high school a long time before Twilight was written. Thank god for that.
When I was in middle school, Pokemon was the it thing. In high school, it was Lord of the Rings. Oh, how the times have changed.
Anyway, I didn't start out disliking Twilight. I had friends who read it. I even had a professor or two who spoke highly of it. Which looking back on it now makes me feel quea
Look in his eyes.Look in his eyesLook in his eyes.4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What do you see ..?
Do you see a man .?
Or do you see a monster?
I'll tell you what I see
I see a man
A man just like you and me
One with eyes filled with sorrow and pain
For it is his face
One that even made his own mother feared and despised
Leaving him all alone in the world
But when I look in his eyes I see nothing to fear
For he would never harm anything he holds dear in his heart
So when you look at him and see his face
Look in his eyes and tell me what you see
What I see ..
Is a man
A sad and lonely man
Yearning to love and be loved in return.
I would if I could .
But I know he loves another
So if he is happy
That is enough for me.
So until then when he looks at me and loves me
I will continue to watch him from afar
And try to protect him and those he loves.
For his happiness is my own as is his pain.
It even breaks my heart when he sings of his pain and sorrow
So much that it breaks my heart and cry
Giving ThanksWe sang our promises to each otherGiving Thanks2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As you drove towards the bazaar,
Old-new music turning the air sharp and crisp
As the fiery trees that flew by.
Then we walked a little later
Through still-green fields and tire hills,
Speaking of springtime blossoms
As a wintery wind nipped at our hands.
Sitting on what felt like a grassy observation platform,
We ignored the phantom stares of others
And found ourselves in each other
As a summertime sun beat against us.
This new world of ours
Can and will survive the seasons,
For now we two cannot be separated,
Filled to bursting with love and hope.
How to Raise a SociopathHow to Raise a Sociopathic Serial Killer from Birth:How to Raise a Sociopath10 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ages 1-3: be nurturing, it is necessary in order to raise a physically and mentally strong child. keep only one stuffed animal. anytime the child misbehaves (after the age of 2), hit the stuffed animal (or remove a limb) and say, "look what you're doing to teddy! you're hurting him!"
Ages 4-8: buy a puppy and keep it until it's old. let the child become attached. whenever the child cries, beat the dog and say, "you're doing this to your puppy every time you cry!"
Ages 8-10: the child reaches an important stage where love is starting to be reciprocated. this is when children start learning HOW to show love. get mad and severely beat the child anytime you catch them practicing this. say "love is a weak emotion! killing will make you stronger! you don't want to be weak, do you? this is what happens to weak people." Then proceed with the torture.
Ages 11-14: divorce or kill spouse. (this works best when the mother is the one who leaves/d
Haunted ManHaunted Man3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Look into your eyes,
See the death inside rise.
With his life burnt cinders.
Life on hold now.
She left he in burning misery.
Left him to rot in hell,
To be the monster
He wanted to be,
Became the monster,
After being consumed by the dark.
Listen to yourself.
Keeping you alive.
Trapped in a body not given by nature,
Given by her,
Your love. Your destroyer.
AdlerAdler3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It was the woman.
She sat straight backed in the armchair, politely sipping at a porcelain teacup that had mysteriously appeared in her hands. Opposite her, Holmes sat almost squirming in his chair, fingers plucking restlessly at his violin as if hoping it would offer some salvation. John had never seen him in so much discomfort.
It was morning. John should have been up hours before but a busy work schedule had assured him a fit of fatigue worthy of a Saturday morning lie-in and as such he hadn't been around to hear Sherlock get up or the mysterious woman now entrancing him enter their territory.
He turned his attention to the stranger in the chair. He couldn't see much of her from his vantage point on the stairs, but a mass of brunette curls and ivory skin that disappeared beneath a rather unusual crimson silk waistcoat and a simple white shirt. Leather boots too, feet placed together like a debutante. John shook his head internally; he was beginning to think like Sherlock.
HoND: ScarredWill we allow it?HoND: Scarred5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The roar was inconceivable, and Clopin shoved his way to the front of their iron prison. His eyes stayed trained on Notre Dame, watching the tower that Quasimodo and Esmeralda had disappeared into. His lips curled into a scowl as he addressed the Cathedral. This was just one more reason to hate it.
Lost in his thoughts, Clopin lagged behind the wave of gypsies that were clamoring through the collected weapons. When he reached it, he scanned the pile, tossing daggers and swords aside with indifference. Clopin was useless at swordplay. He needed something with a bit more class, anyway. Everyone had a swords, knives and...
For the first time in hours, Clopin grinned devilishly, bending at the hip to retrieve his new toy. Yes, indeed. This would do swimmingly.
The blade was freshly sharpened, which was unsurprising given the time of year, and the longer he looked at it the more Clopin was convinced that this was, in fact, a weapon worth using.
Your Suicide Determines...Your Suicide Determines...3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
He loved you oh so more,
Tried to be the man you saw,
But possessed he came,
And down he fall,
Drowning in an ocean of pain.
Your suicide determines everything.
From his descent,
To their sweet victory
On the green shed moon of Endor.
To the new Jedi of years to come.
Not in pain shall they fight,
For you gave them the will,
The destiny and fate,
For all to live in a world of no hate.
And he who doomed you all to live in hell.
My Friend"For your crimes, I sentence you to hang by your neck until you are dead."My Friend4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"NO!...My son, No you can't do this!" He cried, but the judge simply sneered at him, looking at the son in the stand with distaste.
"Take him away." The bailiff came and did as instructed, and Dero tried to reach out to him, to hug him one last time, but men came, encircling him, struck him soundly upon the head. He fell hard, whimpering, curling into a ball, having to be removed from the courtroom, unable to stand on his own. He thought it would be different, the judge, Cranston, he was supposed to be a kind man, not like that evil and unfeeling judge, Turpin. But just now, as simple as adding one and one, he had sentenced Johan to death. For stealing a loaf of bread, his third time stealing food to feed himself and his father. Dero sat outside the courthouse and cried, looking up at the sky, asking "Why...why him?" to anyone who would listen, not that anyone did, nor think him more than a poor man, addled in t
My Name, My NameMy Name, My Name.My Name, My Name4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
A piece of power,
For no one to tame.
If I tell you,
None will be the Same.
My Name, My Name.
Was once sung in the streets
Now undone, My soul retreats
If you find out, I'm truly Beat
Let me Disappear, Take thy seat
My Name, My Name
Once well-known before you came.
A piece of Power ,
That's lost it's Fame,
If I tell you,
It'll bring great shame
My Name, My Name
Will now and forever be forgotten,
Her Father's Daughter: Ch. 1Her Father's Daughter: Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Neal paced back and forth in his room as the sun rose high in the sky on Monday morning. It was about seven in the morning, and he knew he should be at work with his partner, FBI Agent Peter Burke, but he wasn't in the mood. Peter had called about a dozen times. Neal ignored his phone.
Just then he heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was Mozzie, he was quick to open it. Instead of his balding friend, however, Peter was standing in the doorway. Neal sighed and, seeing no other choice, moved aside to let Peter in.
"Something wrong with your phone?" Peter asked.
"Not now Peter," Neal sighed.
"We have a case," Peter told him.
"I'm sick," Neal lied.
"You look fine to me," Peter said. It was only half true. There were dark circles underneath his bright blue eyes. His hair stuck up at odd angles. He was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt, a rarity for him at this time of day. "So what's really going on?"
"Nothing, I told you. I'm just not feeling good," Neal said, turning his bac
My LuciferMy Lucifer3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Better to rule in darkness than to serve in light
I have been struck down like a bird in-flight.
Much like the fallen angel before me
I've grown weary of this life of servitude.
Surely this cannot be my destiny
Vomiting up words of gratitude.
Then my Lucifer calls me deep from the core
I do not have enough, for I desire more.
Gorgeous sirens evoke mass attention
Why must the harlots control man's fate?
I want all their powers laced with pretension
All the beauty they use to infatuate.
Then my Lucifer calls me, so I implore
I do not have enough, for I desire more.
Wealth measures their shallow existence
With a golden façade, they proudly flaunt.
Boasting their riches with such persistence
To bask in luxury, is the life I want.
Then my Lucifer calls me just like before
I do not have enough, for I desire more.
Their idea of immortality is fame
How they acquire it is their choice.
Bound by know one they carry no shame
Compelled by the call, they too hear his voice.
Then my Lucifer c
My strange friendMy friend asked me an odd,My strange friend4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
odd, question today,
while we were walking
through the dying grass,
in the field on the west end
of the forrest-like park,
that is across the street
from my house.
He asked me this:
"If you were to die tomorrow,
and you could only say goodbye
to one person,
who would you say goodbye to?"
And I looked at him,
my odd friend,
with his odd questions.
I answered by saying:
"I don't know, but I think,
I would say goodbye to you.
Do you want to know why?"
He replied with an answer
that I found strange:
"Yes, but don't tell me.
I'd rather tell you
who I would pick."
Then he just plopped down,
onto the grass
right next to me,
So, I had to cool my
and join him.
Then he leans over,
in the traditional kindergarten style
of secret telling,
Now I lay in the darkness
of my bedroom
that I will see my strange friend
And I hope I can tell him
why I picked him.
Are they a Mary-Sue/Gary-Stu? -- OC QuizThis is a quiz to help determine if your OC is a Mary-Sue/Gary-Stu for anyone who is curiousAre they a Mary-Sue/Gary-Stu? -- OC Quiz2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Wait, before you start!
There is a common misconception about Mary-Sues and Gary-Stus apparently, I just want to clear it up for everybody
Other people imply that your character can only be creative if they are ugly, stupid, powerless, bland, etc, and that is FAR from the truth. Colored hair does not make a Mary-Sue, exceptional beauty does not make a Mary-Sue, uncommon traits and powers does not make a Mary-Sue, a love interest does not make a Mary-Sue, but all of those combined does! Basically, a Mary-Sue is an inhumanly perfect character, same goes for an inhumanly imperfect character. Basically, just try to make the characters human (unless it's apart of the character's race/social rank/social expectancy to be, but if so, don't overplay it)
And apparently, not all mary sues are necessarily bad
Take Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, awesome story, it speaks to me on a spiritual level lo
Did You Actually Die?Did You Actually Die?3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm wide awake,
Crying out my eyes
Because you've stung my heart.
Did you die of me?
What was it meant to be?
Time gone so fast.
But I can't forget you.
You're the ghost in my mind.
Did you actually die?
Because you're still here crying.
You begged me to go away with you.
Instead I tried to kill you.
I threw it all away.
Can't believe you're long gone...
When I felt you were still alive.
Unstable PrologueHan Psychiatric Ward FilesUnstable Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Patient Name : Kim Heechul
Date of Birth : July 10, 1983
Reason for Admission : Split Personality Disorder
Year Admitted : 2003
File Author : Han Geng
I found him wandering the streets of Seoul one night in the winter of 2003. After meeting him, I brought him home and discovered that he had violent tendencies that he couldn't remember after sleeping. I came to the conclusion that he had a multiple personality disorder. After becoming close with him, I was motivated to create the Han Psychiatric Ward to help him and others like him.
Patient Name : Park Jungsu (Eeteuk)
Date of Birth : July 1, 1983
Reason for Admission : Schizophrenia
Year Admitted : 2004
File Author : Han Geng
His condition caused him to over-power a security guard at a museum and steal the guards gun. He threatened to kill hostages if he wasn't given the figurines in the exhibit depicting a traditional Korean school house. He was persuaded eventually to give up the gun and proceeded to tell th
Exactly WhyExactly Why3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My life is a thousand lies.
It's shrouded in heavy black.
Can't seem to find my path.
I'm feeling so lost.
Trying to find the point,
Between what is good and wrong.
And when she asks me,
What I really mean
About me being lost.
I don't know how to answer,
But deep down inside,
I know she knows exactly why.
Because she's seen me at break point.
When I've done the wrong for right.
And she understood why
Even though I can't
And I love her even more.
I can't let her die.
Searching for some BeautifulSearching for some Beautiful3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I've always held her to the brightest of lights,
Despite the fights, Ignoring the spite
But sometimes i look up
It's only her making me cry
My soul continuing to dry
I walk forward and sigh...
I ask why...
I wish we could start over.
But all pain does is make you grow older
With each step forward, I get that much colder
I walk around all day, with a chip on my shoulder.
But despite what I say.
Things are still not okay,
I still care,
Which I find unfair
Don't be so kind.
Then fuck with my mind
Love was that something,
I just couldn't find...
But now It seems like I've crossed the line
Those words to fix the sky, I just couldn't find
Those words that made me die, Still travel down my spine
But despite the pain, The soul you've stained.
Once fallen apart, crippled and maimed
Now walking forward,
Mind collected, Emotions tamed.
Blood lost, I'll never be the same.
So whether we are friends or not
I hope that heart of your's will never rot
From now till the day it inevitably sto
Quotes by Dib99 Quotes by Dib!Quotes by Dib5 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Laugh now, Zim, but one day you'll be sitting in your base feeling all safe and secure, and you'll look over and I'll be there-doin' stuff!
2. You guys are just begging to face the MOOSE!
3. I know! And no one else thinks it's wierd! Or like how Zim doesn't have ears, or he doesn't think ponies really know what we're thinking...
4. Wow, I am boring! Do I always explain things like this?
5. You can hide, Zim, but you can't-[thinks for a moment] hide!
6. This is me without fear! ..... And a 62 pound hallpass.
7. What's WRONG with you people!?
8. Of course they say I'm crazy! That's what they always say about visionaries!
9. Then and only then will I stop talking to myself.
10. Point one for Earth. Point nothing for the Zimmy race thingy.
11. Why was there ham in my pocket?
12. But YOU said! The MONSTERS said! ....I'm sane, you know.
13. I knew I shouldn't have shopped at the wizardry store in the mall.
14. Look over there! It's something a pig thing would like!
Just a Doll Chapter 25Just a Doll Chapter 257 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Just a Doll
After his bath, Jase dried off and stretched, dressing quickly in his pajamas (Or rather, one of Undertaker's clean shirts. He missed the man, and no one would know) before he settled in bed by the candlelight, a book in hand, and a glass of cool water ready on the side table. He read for a few hours before his eyes began to droop, and he marked his place, closing the book and blowing out the candle before settling down in the large empty bed, snuggling his cheek into Chronus' pillow.
Minuets ticked by on the clock, the soft ticks lulling the Doll to sleep—until the sound of foot steps startled him. Someone was in the cottage, moving around the main floor.
No, this was bad…if someone broke into the cottage, there was a good chance they were thieves, someone who would set off his Doll-like state. Of course, it could also be simply a poor lost soul seeking shelter from the rain, which had started up again while he was