A Case Study in DramaA Case Study in Drama11 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
My car runs outside the convenience store where Todd works. I'm there to pick up my friend and roommate from the evening shift, but the moment finds him stalled between his ride home and the gritty brick outside of the store. It has become the apparent site chosen by Brandi, our mutual friend who showed up before me, for a verbal showdown between her and Todd.
In a convenience store parking lot.
In front of my car.
Whose engine is still running.
A miserably cold drizzle softens my view of the two combatants through the windshield as they begin their rounds of gesturing. The ember of a cigarette as it flies around in Brandi's hand gives me the image of a crazed air traffic controller. They're also yelling, of course, but I can only hear the occasional stressed tone over the late-night jazz on the radio. I'm not interested in their argument, anyway.
Reason is on my side to flash the headlights or honk the hornóanything to make Todd take a rain check and get in the damn caróbut I sit back
Acid.Acid.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Acceptance of failure.
HIT ME RUNNINGDon't sell me funeral plotsHIT ME RUNNING11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
on late night television
if the end is already in sight
am I supposed to pull the sheets up to my neck,
count to zero,
smile, and cease?
keep your pills, in all their pretty colors:
celebrex, propecia, allegra, lipitor, zanex, viagra
keep them for scrabble
keep your rogaine, your facelifts
keep your death insurance
keep your graveyard reservations
hit me running.
let me go down swinging
make it a sport:
give me a ten-minute head start
and an obstacle course.
place a beautiful girl on the far side of a mine field
and whisper, "she wants to kiss you"
target me on my feet
dodging doomsday's in slow-mo bullet time
let me duel the grim reaper in a poetry slam
but let me lay where i fall
let the buzzards and coyotes
pick apart my bones
don't stuff me and sew me up
waste my estate on alcohol for my wake
instead of wood for a coffin,
build me a funeral pyre
and set me ablaze like a pagan-warrior-king
Fulfillment through DepravityFulfillment through Depravity11 years ago in Horror More Like This
They call me crazy. I beg to differ. I'm sentenced to die only for their lack of understanding. So, here I sit day after day in this cold, lonely, dark jail-cell. Fed once daily, I'm slowly thinning away, still filled with the lust of my chosen delicacy and the hatred that was bred upon me. I don't know how long I've been here or how long I'll stay. No windows to the outside world are present to accompany me, only one diminutive hole near the top of the door shining in a small beam of light through from the prison corridor. I've grown somewhat accustomed to this new lifestyle of mine however bleak it may be in comparison to the stirring existence of my past.
I was born on August 13, 1974, putting me now at slightly over fifty years old. My mother unfortunately died during labor, leaving my single father to raise me alone. My unstable father was traumatized b
The Sun"But Daddy, we aren't tired," the youngest Pendulum daughter whined as she followed her father and her two siblings. She let out a tiny yawn and tried to hide it. Pendulum Tin smiled warmly. "Yes, you are," he said.The Sun4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Minuit pouted and her older sister scoffed at her. She sequentially stuck out her tongue at her eldest sibling. "Daddy," she whined. "Minnie's making faces at me!"
Tin sighed and set them each on their beds. "If your mother hears you, we are all going to get it." He gently tucked each child into their blankets.
"Story?" the youngest, Tin's son, asked. Tin sat at the foot of his bed. "Sure," he responded. The children faced him, eyes wide with wonder. Some were their mother's, some were his. "Have I ever told you the story of the original Sun Sorceress?"
They shook their heads, and their eyes grew wider. "Is she related to
Decembersville Ch. 41Chapter 41 Betrayal at Kallavient CarnivalDecembersville Ch. 415 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was snowing gently now in the woods and the sprinkling sky rolled with small thunder, making everything that has happened twenty minutes ago seem like a distant memory. Everything was calm now and the vehicle Mellon drove made no sound as it slowly and carefully made its way through the snow. Everyone in the spacey back were laughing and frittering and chatting away. Sophia most of all.
"Like, at first I thought I was going to die but then Tin's awesome tongue went PSHOO and then it became, like, a tug-of-war thingy!" she blabbed on and on with excitement to the group of freaks as Mellon continued to drive up front. "And then I took out my flashlight and then the weirdo was like 'Ahhhh' and I was like 'YES!' and then we had to jump off the roof and I was like 'Nuh-uh!' but we did! It was soooo neat! I think I want to go parachuting when I get home again!" She hopped a
WakeUpInTheMorning-LordVoldyWake up in the morning feeling like Lord VoldyWakeUpInTheMorning-LordVoldy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Grab my trunk, I'm on my broom
Going to Diagon Alley
Before I leave, let my owl out and have a quick snack
Cause when I leave for Hogwarts, I ain't coming back
I'm talkin' going out to buy our robes, robes
Tryin' out all those new wands, wands
Goblins keep all our gold, gold
Train-hopping, gotta get on that Express today
Pulling up to the castle
Trying to get a little bit sorted
Don't pick Gryffindor
I don't want to be a bore
Or those Hufflepuff
I don't find enough stuff
Ravenclaw talks a lot
But the party rocks on with
Ain't got a care in the world, we're passing Potions like yeah
Ain't got no problems with Dumbledore, and Snape's chilling right here
And now, the girls are lining up cause they hear we're Death Eaters
But we kick them to the curb unless their families are pure blood
I'm talking about everybody has dark marks, marks
We're tryin' to raise him up, up
AcidBreaking promises left and right.Acid7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All I ask baby, is for one more trip tonight.
Just enough to let me soar.
Just enough and never more.
Soon enough the colors change.
Watch the world rearrange.
My mind is like a caged bird set free.
Oh baby, why won't you look at me?
I know I hurt you, made a mess.
But oh baby, how could I turn down the rest?
This drug is like my antidote.
Like our love, so neatly wrote.
I tried baby, but I couldn't stop for you.
Our "love" just isn't true.
Nothing left worth fighting for.
All I wanted was a little more.
But that's okay baby, it was great.
I could have sworn you were my mate.
But it is alright.
I've already given up my fight.
So one more trip is all I ask.
Let me put on my colored mask.
Hide my face from prying eyes.
Wash away all my lies.
Now watch my body take eternal flight.
Watch me vanish into the night.
And when you find me long gone.
Be sure to remember our love song.
Such pretty lyrics for such a fake thing.
My god baby, you didn't realize what
God Is DeadGod Is Dead10 years ago in Humor More Like This
God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him.
God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look!
"Oh my god!"
"Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building.
* * *
A crowd was gathering around the black, sticky mess that remained of What-Once-Was Our Lord.
"Is he dead?"
"Who is it?"
"Where's my camera?"
The bystander effect was operating at maximum efficiency, causing everyone to just stand there and looked at the mangled remains. Presently, however, a fine upstan
Decembersville Ch. 23Chapter 23 Mellons charadeDecembersville Ch. 236 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
This is bad. This is so very bad! Tins shivering voice echoed in the darkness. Mellon was squeezed right next to him, lifting the sewer lid just a crack, peering into the snowy, empty street. And brilliant idea, Melloni! Ive always wanted to dive head-first into a grimy sewer!
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Ladies first, Mellon sighed. Tin was forcefully thrown out of the sewer hole, hitting the snowy pavement hard. He continued to whine and complain at how wet and slimy he was and Mellon helped Zero out of the hole, carefully pulling him out by his wrists. And I would zip it if I were you. Your annoying nagging is what almost got us killed about five minutes ago. We were lucky there was a cesspool around to escape through.
Zero slimily stood up, retching at how bad he smelled and how grimy he was. Then he calmly looked all around him; they
DMT - Psychedelic - 01DMT - Psychedelic - 019 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
DMT was first synthesized in 1931 and demonstrated to be hallucinogenic in 1956. It has been proven to be in many plant genera such as [Acacia, Anandenanthera, Mimosa, Piptadenia, Virola]
Detail of Usage
A complete psychedelic experience results from the administration of 50-70mg (75mg subcutaneously, 30mg by inhalation). Within 5 minutes of administration there is mydriasis (dilated pupils), tachycardia (rapid heart beat), a measurable increase in blood pressure, and related vegetative disturbances which usually persist througout the drug experience. In 10-15 minutes, the full experience is realised.
Generally characterised by hallucinations with the eyes either open or closed, and extensive movement within the visual field. There is difficulty in the expression of one's thoughts, and in concentration on a given subject. The subject is largely symptom-free at 60 minutes, although some residual effects have been seen in the second hour. With the inhalation route of administrati
Why?"Hey Daddy, how long are you going to be gone this time?"Why?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Well, I can't say for sure. I'll be back though."
Lightning Strike patted his son on the head and gave him one last reassuring smile before turning towards the door. Before he got there though, he felt little hands grab the bottom of his leg, stopping him.
He looked down at him, feeling his heart fill with guilt. Every time he left to fight, it was the same thing. Over and over he had to give his son false hope. So far, he had been lucky, and could come home to keep his promises. Though he knew that sooner or later, he wouldn't be able to keep them.
"Really." he gave his son another smile, and continued to the door.
The boy stayed where he was, watching his father leave yet again, off to protect the Atmos. He wondered if his father would take him with to help him fight some time. The idea excited him, and he smiled at his mother who had been standing in the kitchen. She had already said her goo
Decembersville Ch. 13Decembersville Ch. 136 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 13: The strange stranger Melloni Collie
"He's out of the way! Drive, drive, drive, drive, DRIIIIVE!" Zero tried getting Tin to put a pedal to the metal. The tall performer really tried, but the circus car was completely dead now. "I-I-I-I can't get it going!" he replied in anxiety. Sophia was signaled by Zero to duck down in her seat in hopes of not being seen, so all she could do was hear the commotion. She prayed that the police were not following them still.
"Aw, gimme a break, ya guys! It's all cool! We're friends, aren't we?" she heard a voice outside the beaten up car that didn't belong to either of her friends. "Now waddya guys say to getting outta that tin can and giving your good friend Mellon a big fat hug for saving your pathetic skins? I also accept cash."
"Uh n-no, thank you, Mellon! Uh we got somewhere to be right now and I-I think we
Storm Hawks - Fair WarningFair WarningStorm Hawks - Fair Warning7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Piper took a cautious step back, hands delicately clenched in front of her chest, one set of knuckles higher up, closer to her chin. She could feel their eyes on her, could only imagine the looks Aerrow, Finn, Junko and even Radarr were currently giving her. If the way Stork was staring was any indication of the way the others may have looked, she figured it best to just keep her back to the rest of her team. It was hard enough just watching the pilot of the Condor, eye twitching, hands flexing anxiously, the corners of his mouth spasming as small, incoherent sounds escaped in between the shortness of his breath.
Maybe you overdid it, Aerrow said from behind her, the first to dare and break the silent tension.
You think so? Piper asked, eyes darting to the side, then back to Stork. She hadn't expected him to react like this at all. She had assumed the reaction would have been something similar to the spastic bout of whats
Princess Gloria StoryIn the magical land where fairy tales take place, there was a beautiful princess named Gloria. In this magical land, it was not uncommon for princesses to be kidnapped by dragons. After spending a few frightful days in the dragons lair, a handsome prince would come to the rescue and they would live happily ever after. After all of Princess Glorias princess friends had gone through this ordeal and were happily married to the prince who had rescued them, Gloria was sure her time to be kidnapped was near.Princess Gloria Story7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
She became more and more nervous each day, fearfully anticipating the moment a dragon would take her away to its cave. She could hardly sleep at night, and when she did, she had nightmares of dragons and their fiery breath, keeping her hostage in a dark, smelly cave. When Gloria thought she couldnt stand the suspense any longer, the thing she would have least expected happened.
One morning when the princess was having her gorgeous golden hair done, one of her maids rush
Sparky the Friendly DogPROMPT: Pretend that you are a reporter for a local newspaper. Write about an inspirational individual who is making a difference in your community.Sparky the Friendly Dog6 years ago in Historical More Like This
One of the most inspirational stories in my community is that of Sparky the Friendly Dog. Long ago, Chickentown was not the utopian paradise that it is today; it was ruled with an iron fist by a despotic ruler named King Frye. King Frye suffered from a massive inferiority complex, as despotic rulers are wont to do, and therefore had a bad habit of beating the pulp out of the unfortunate populace for the simple and liberating reason that he could. The atrocities included forcing the people to work on his Death Laser Of Doom and requiring all citizens to work day and night to preserve Chickentowns world record of longest-burning candle. His favored hobbies were drop-kicking kittens and biting the heads off of little girls Barbie dolls. It was a dark time, which Chickentonians will speak of only with great coaxing and o
Migration of the NunsMigration of the Nuns9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The weekend in the convent left me clanging
Prayers in my head
In the gardens
In the graveyard
Trying to find a sign of anything
That made me close to god
Between the Joy of Cooking
And the Joy of Sex
Naming the rest of the Alpha Bet
Numbering the pages
Wind in the wimples
And I wanted them all to rise into
And migrate to a place where their hair
Would be free
No god showed up
Just statues of
Bye and by
In a foreign country
No papers to cross over
Hoping that breasts would be my pass in
I could not speak the language
Tongue-tied and tie died to a Braille board
A beehive tucked under the fold
Of her marble garment
A secret invite
Honey combed occurrence
Came back to me