Just A GirlI am a girl. I'm just like any other teenage girl my age. I have breasts. I have wide hips and a round ass. But I also have feelings. And a name. My appearance isn't all it's cracked up to be. I don't have the beautiful hourglass figure guys are attracted to. You only seem to notice the insignificant things. You don't seem to notice that I am self-conscious person. I'm shy. I wear glasses for reading and worry about people calling me names like 'four eyes'. I wear baggy clothes to hide my body because I'm unhappy with the way I look. I've never had a boyfriend because every time a guy tries to talk to me I fumble, stutter and only end up making a fool of myself. You know this, you got the first-hand experience. I don't have any friends because I'm afraid to let people get to know the real me. The person I keep locked inside. My mum is my best friend. I have no siblings. My father left us before I was born. I work at a book store because my mum is always working and we need the money. IJust A Girl6 years ago in Teen More Like This
Mayn LiblingYou sometimes wonder where the time goes. But only sometimes because after thinking about it, you soon realize that it gets eaten. Consumed entirely by marching band, from the start of May to the start of November.Mayn Libling6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's the last practice of the season, and you try to remember how everything started back in May when you first got the music for the show. It sounded awful, yet you hope that you never got rid of the videos you recorded from that one particular woodwind rehearsal.
You are now being told to get into a fundies block starting by the curb, and all you really want to do is go back inside and pretend that you aren't in band, because running to a cadence is not on your list of things that are fun. You still fall into place as the first person in the second row on the left, in a line with all of the other section leaders.
"Left! Left! Lefty righty left!"
You repeat the line as everyone's feet hit the pavement in time
Perfect DayPerfect Day5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. Using for own amusement. Making no profit. No © infringement intended.
Warning: Yaoi pairing, fluff overload
Pairing: Zack X Angeal
Setting: Crisis Core ??
Summary: Muffins: Zack is not the tidiest baker.
Type: One-shot ficlet request
"Wake up, pup," Angeal cooed softly leaning over Zack as he petted tousled hair, "I've made you breakfast."
Zack opened his sleepy eyes to gaze up adoringly at his mentor. "Chocolate spread on toast?" he mumbled hopefully.
"Not quite," replied Angeal, "Pancakes, but you can have them with chocolate spread if you want." He smiled down at Zack's suddenly bright face and large, puppy-like eyes. "I thought you'd be pleased," he chuckled.
Zack nodded vigorously and bounced out of bed and into the kitchen with almost childish glee. He stopped, however, when he saw what Angeal had done: the small table was
Frustrated ChristianSometimes Christians baffle me. I'm talking about a very specific group of Christians... a group that is much more prevalent and numerous than I want to believe. They want to draw souls to themselves, but they sneer and spit poison when they think no one was listening. They dominate the charity scene, but they pick and choose which people are deserving of their help. Not content to just cling to their faith, they choose to cling just as tightly to their behaviors, insisting that God is leading them so their behavior is right, no matter what anyone says. If any of these describe you, my message is for you.Frustrated Christian3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You are sent to mirror the image of God to the people of earth. Is that what you want people to think God is like? Do you want people to think God is a back-biter who gleefully jeers about the "bad" people among his elite followers and friends? Do you want people to think that He only picks people
We're band geeksWere band geeks, we know it. We spent our summer in band camp which meantWe're band geeks8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
running around the high school and considered it fun. We spent the hours on the
field marching back and forth, and even longer on playing our instruments. Then at
the end of the day we would complain on how our feet and arms and anything
else hurt, but then would get up and do it all again. When school began we all
tried to stick together, being new to this grand school, and in the morning we
would hang out in the band hallway which we had come to refer to as home.
Weekdays spent on practice and homework, Friday nights spent on football
games. Saturday was our game day; we practice like it was band camp, and then
rode on a bus for hours to our competition. And we were all excited about
marching on the field, no matter where it was or how famous it was, we were
happy. Then we would arrive home in the early hours in the morning to go home
and sleep all day Sunday just to repeat the cycle Monday. B
A Taste of Marching BandImagine yourself in a constricting, uncomfortable uniform. The shoes pinch your toes just a little. The pants are itchy. The jacket doesn't allow much movement, and the collar keeps your neck straight. The hat makes you sweat, and the chin strap is chokingly tight. You are in the band. You play an instrument. You've memorized four songs for the half time show. You've memorized numerous charts of where to move on the field. You hold your instrument in the attention position, standing straight and tall, not moving.A Taste of Marching Band9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Now imagine you are standing on the track surrounding the football field. You are in lines, waiting for the whistle to let you start marching onto the field. You look up into the stands and see over 2,000 people in the stands. They're all watching you, waiting for you to start the show. The drum major blows the whistle and you march onto the field. You roll your feet, making sure the top half of your body isn't moving but gliding to your spot. You stop and wait again. The drum
FiveMy son is five years old. These are just some things I never thought I'd say, hear, or witness...until I had a kid.Five4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Mom! Can we drop your car out of an airplane? It'd be super, super, really cool."
"What? NO, we cannot. Where did you get that idea?"
While petting the dog, I notice that his fur is sticky. And clumpy. Naturally, I confront my prime suspect to begin my investigation.
"Do you know why Ivan's fur is sticky?"
"Yes! I put glue stick on him."
"Oh my God. Why did you do that?"
"Because he likes it. And, I wanted to."
"Mom, I need Cool Ranch Doritos really, really badly, or I may die."
(While in the bathroom, talking to himself): "Hello penis, is that you? I'm so glad you're here."
"Why won't you eat these peas? You used to love them when you were a baby."
"I am not a baby anymore,
Tea for TwoI observed her fragile corpse upon the cemetery seat, looking to and fro like a lost pigeon. She blinked her watery green eyes at me just once as I approached, then let them oggle wide.Tea for Two4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Madam," said I, "have you any need of assistance?"
A soft moan echoed back across the dying rhododendrons.
"Are you tired? Lost?" A quick glance at her spittle-slathered chops. "Hungry?"
She nodded vigorously and a bit of froth flew loose to stick upon a nearby leaf. I watched as it slowly slid its way to the very tip and plopped with a light "thwack" upon the freshly upturned soil.
"Er, there ought to be a dead squirrel or two out back by the fence. I imagine Mortimer left something, he's always forgetting what he's doing and scampering off, you know how those crazy groundskeepers can be . . ."
She made a sound a bit like the braying of a hound.
"Perhaps you don't. Anyhow, come along."
When dealing with the dead, it's best to be polite. I suppose I would be anyhow, though, I can't help it. It's simply
A True Christian . . . .A True Christian . . . .5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
A True Christian does not calls Christianity a religion, but a relationship with God through Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. (John 15:14-15, Hebrews 13:5, John 10:27-28, Proverbs 17:17, Job 5:19, Psalm 37:39)
A True Christian does not do good deeds so that he/she can get to heaven (for through Jesus Christ, he has a place in heaven), but so that you can take care of you fellow man and to love one another. (Romans 3:9-31, John 15:17, Luke 10:25-37, Ephesians 2:8-10)
A True Christian does not condemn others for their sins for God did not sent his son to the world to condemn it, but to save it through him. (John 3:17, Luke 6:37, 1 Peter 2:22)
A True Christian sings, dances, and praises God not so that he/she can impress other people or God, but because he/she loves God and his son. (Matthew 22:37-39)
A True Christian speaks for those who can't speak for themselves. (Proverbs 31:8-9)
A True Christian does not hate people, but sins. For those
You Might Be a Band Geek If......you consider the term "band geek" a compliment, and often refer to yourself as one.You Might Be a Band Geek If...7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
...you answer to "Hey you band geek," "Hey you band nerd," and "Hey you band dork."
...you yell at the loading crew if they put something on the band truck wrong.
...you are always at the band truck making sure the loading crew doesn't kill anything.
And you aren't on loading crew.
...you can be hot, sweaty, and tired and you don't care.
...you incorporate random tags into the Go Mighty ______ song. Like Power Rangers.
...you dance to stand tunes. All the time.
...you think artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you KNOW artists like The Offspring and AC/DC have good stand tune songs.
...you sing as loud as you play. And you sing well.
...you play louder than the opposing band that is twice your size. And it sounds good.
...you sing louder than the opposing band that is twice your size sings. And maybe
Albino ChimpanzeeWhen you'd walk outside; instead of the fresh air, you'd smell the faint scent of gasoline and cigarette smoke. Instead of hearing chirping birds, you'd hear the constant 'beeps' coming from the countless number of car horns that were bumper-to-bumper on the narrow street in front of your apartment.Albino Chimpanzee5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ah, the city.
What a drag.
I hate cities. It's just a big waste dump decorated with flashing lights and tall buildings. There are both homeless people and whores standing on the side of the street waiting for some free money. Here everyone is busy. Here everyone has a schedule to do something they hate(for example: their job). No one here looks forward to anything.
Maybe that's way I'd rather be in some grassy field.
Instead of looking up and seeing the city lights and tall buildings, I'd look up and see the blue sky; maybe some clouds floating by here and there. Yeah, that'd be much more relaxing.
Just in case you didn't notice; I'm a laid back kind of guy.
I'm not into excitement or thril
Words are LouderBirds chirped happily in the trees that morning, as they did the morning before, and the morning before that, and every other morning since the day after Winter Wrap-up. They swooped from their nests upon the branches to collect their morning meals. The early bird, after all, does indeed get the worm. But, as Celestia's sun crept across the early reaches of the daytime sky, many ponies still slept.Words are Louder5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, in a modest house near the centre of the sleepy little town, one pony defied convention, as she did every weekday morning. The blonde mare made her way down the stairs cautiously, the early morning sunlight nearly blinding her through her descent from her bedroom. She had just enough time to grab a quick bite to eat before heading off to work for the morning, and if she was anything, she was punctual.
Digging into the refrigerator, only her bubbly flank would be visible to any pony standing in the hall. She lived alone, so she made no effort to stifle the clanking of bowls, or the p
The Quiet KindThe Quiet Kind5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Still not much for talking are you? Don't matter, I got a lot to say anyhow. Been a while since we talked, a month at least, I reckon. But it's only on account a me not really havin' anything to say. Course, yesterday was different.
Wait, wait. Hold my horses. I'm gettin' ahead a myself.
Y'see, first off you should know yesterday was the Summer Sun Celebration. Was the second one we had since Luna came back from the moon, an'...
Well you know that story. Point is that we stay up all night to watch the sunrise and eat and dance. Course, I usually don't partake in any of that, busy running the apple tent.
You see we set up at the festival over in the town square. I swear, you would had a ball, if you even liked one thing about fairs. There was about fifty tents all set up there, sellin' snacks an' offering games for the fillies, Applebloom even won a little goldfish at the hoop toss. Applejack was taking her around to enjoy the fair while the rest of us were
The GirlStars.The Girl5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Every night, she focused on the stars above her head as the monster invaded her room. It's wet tongue and hot breath sickened her almost as much as its touch. She knew what the monster wanted. It was time to let the Stars take her away again, and forget this pain.
Every day in school seemed the same to her. She tried to focus, but the nightly monster attacks just made it so hard to study. In fact, they made her fearful to do anything, really. She just sat in the back of the classroom drawing stars all over her books and papers while the teacher droned on and on.
She had almost resigned herself to the fact she was never going to escape the cycle when she met a purple pony named Twilight Sparkle one Friday after school. This pony was just like her in ever so many ways. She hid from the world, she didn't have friends, and she even liked the stars. The girl and Twilight soon became fast friends, and the girl soon was joining in on everything her new friend Twilight Sparkle experienc
Silent MurderSilent Murder8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have murdered the one who loves me most. How can I live on after committing such a deed? He was the only one who gave me life, gave me a purpose to live. How am I to live on?
How am I to explain my most heinous crime? How can I thrust aside the veil that covers my heart and expose my darkest stain to my best friend, my mother, the world?
I shall explain this horrid occurrence.
Once, there lived a man. Never in his life did he commit a crime. He never spoke a wrong or hurtful word. He never did something stupid. He didnt slip up. He was perfect in every way imaginable; in the small and in the large things, he was explicitly flawless. He loved everyone, even those that the world hated (and had a reason to hate). He loved the ugly, the murderous, the spiteful, and the foolish. He loved everyone...including me.
But you see, we didnt love h
i am.i am a skeleton draped in your memories you're not even sure you wanted with fireflies floating inside my skull like a macabre paper lantern that is sitting in an attic somewhere collecting dust and spiderwebs and trains of thought. i am lost in this forest that you planted from old pop cans and headphones and there is no white rabbit to follow, only these melting clocks that are not telling me if i am late or not. i am porcelain temples with shellshock headaches that are rocking me to my tangled spinal cord that is mixing up my please-eat and do-not-cry signals so instead i am crying while trying to keep down my last meal of shards of glass and splinters of your broken promises that i swallowed whole-heartedly like a dog swallowing a chicken bone.i am.6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
i am half-truths and book jackets bound together with dental floss and sailing ropes and weighed down with your anchor you made from melted-down wedding bands and my self-confidence. i am covered in scars made from your teeth when you smiled
Rogue Diaries IRogue Diaries I6 years ago in Horror More Like This
The night was crowded with voices, always a distraction that I had taken decades to learn to silence. But this evening it required no schooling, no act of magic or willpower on my part. Her words alone had captured my attention - no mean feat when the predator decides to come calling. The conversation had started a brilliant spark and traveled to every known recess of my mind...ideas sparring at times..at others finding a comfortable home. There was magic here, a tapestry spun of words and thoughts that was spontaneous and unexpected - an agility of phrase, a quickness that seemed to almost move one step ahead of me. How for all the world can you know someone in a second and yet find her an unfathomable mystery?
I watched the crowd pass in the evening's soft blur above her shoulder, her hair a brilliant whip of chestnut, tossed carelessly like a child's toy in the breeze. She smiled, a trick of flickering shadows that curled around her lips as she leaned into me, her voice becoming tha
The BirthThe Birth4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's a girl!" the obstetrician said, holding the small, bloody infant up.
Cloud gasped in relief, tears of pain still running down his cheeks. Sephiroth was staring at the small creature the doctor was gently drying off and wrapping in a blanket. That was that was his child? He'd been expecting it, looking forward to it for so long he honestly did not know how to feel now that he saw it for the first time. His child. His baby. Surely he was supposed to find it overwhelming and beautiful, not a little bit unsettling and strange-looking.
"Oh, wow, she's got so much hair!" one of the nurses cooed. She took the swaddled baby and handed it to Sephiroth, "Congratulations!"
Sephiroth took the baby automatically, looking down at it with a mixture of feelings that he still wasn't sure how he felt about. The newborn blinked unfocused blue eyes at him. Blue, slit-pupil'd eyes.
She had his eyes. Oh, they were Cloud's in color, but other than that bright blue, they were exactly l
Marching BandWe smell the turf, we feel it in our shoes. We march and march through the heat, and through the sun. We dont give up, for it is fun. We play our instruments and make music for the crowd. We love what we do and we are very proud!Marching Band6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Go Marching band!
one percent of deathsi'm thinking of crawling under a rock, or possibly using that same rock to bash my skull in.one percent of deaths6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
i'm sure blood is a prettier shade of red than the clay the cromagnen men used, [but fingerpainting has never been my forte.]
and sometimes, i wake up, and i make up excuses and tell myself lies so that i can drag myself out of bed and get enough motivation to do anything for myself.
i can't eat without feeling the urge to puke it up, because i am not eating for you anymore.
i can't breathe without feeling the urge to hold my breath, because i am not breathing for you anymore.
i can't cry without trying to gouge my eyes out, because i am not crying for you anymore.
[i am crying because of you.]
and when my lies are as transparent as a mosquito net and my excuses as weak as the dog ate my homework, i just sit in the kitchen and stare at the cutlery drawer, but i do not get up [because i do not trust myself].
i am tired,
but there is no rest, not yet.
i still have ma
100 Prompts - 047. Feathers100 Prompts - 047. Feathers7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Toki snickered and looked at his boyfriend innocently. Stop what?
You know exactly what youre doing.
Im simply playing with the cat.
For a few moments Toki turned his attention back to the cat, who was splayed out on his back waiting for the Guardian to wiggle the long feather tipped toy over his head again. The toy had been bought as an afterthought while buying cat food and was nothing more than a long plastic handle with decorative feathers at the end, but it was Charlies favorite. It was also one of Tokis favorite methods of annoying his boyfriend. It wasnt long before Toki got bored and went back to harassing the blind vampire next to him on the couch.
Slowly Toki moved the feathers away from the cat, wiggling them in front of Edsels face and tickling the vampires nose.
Toki! I said stop it!
One last Favor.James picked a little open-air restaurant because that was the way he'd pictured the stage in his mind; it was where he wanted to be when delivering his performance. It also gave him an excuse to wear the long dark coat that he liked; it made him more imposing, more unshakable. Not that he really needed the help; if his voice and eyes didn't convince her that he wasn't changing his mind, then she could justifiably be labeled blind and deaf to the world.One last Favor.9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He arrived at the restaurant five minutes before he'd told her to be there, and he sat at a table with only two seats, facing each other. He sat facing inward, which meant that she would face just the opposite, towards the traffic and the passersby. The public world that he was forcing her to encounter, a world that would not give her some place to turn her eyes if she just wanted to pretend to ignore. There would be no ignoring this time.
James laid out a very plain white handkerch
leavemedon'tleaveme.you make me sick. you make my stomach fold in on itself and press out against the lining of my flesh. you put lumps in my throat and you tie strings to my tear glands and tug until the world is just a panoply of blurred lines, hazy colour and bokeh.leavemedon'tleaveme.7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
you made me do this. you put the knife in my fingers and you told me to tear, you said you would care if i hurt myself like this. you said youd care if i opened my flesh up for you like a gift of blood and flesh and tissue. but you never really did.
i like being small, i like being the blue eyed girl sitting amidst background noise, rubber band arms holding the necks of her legs together. i like being the blue eyed girl with hands holding her from spilling in a mess at everyones toes. i like it when theyre your hands.
i try to define you with mental disorders. i say you have schizophrenia and pretend its a valid excuse. im in love with one of your personalities, but the other doesnt even notice
V's Diary - Waiting SucksV's Diary - Waiting Sucks7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is taken from the diary of Varekai Valentine.
I know I shouldn't be surprised, but the Council really wasted no time throwing me back into the fray. The night I got the email with my directions in it I was given a meet point, and once there a car picked me up and drove me to the closest facility. As it turns out there was a recently added one within three hours of where I was living, I suppose Ka probably knew that but to be honest I didn't care. It was stupid, but I'd hoped that they'd simply forgotten me. I'd once lived for this job but right now I want nothing more than to be curled up in bed with a certain florescent cat boy instead of sitting in some shitty hotel room waiting for an even shittier vampire to make his presence known.
I always hated the waiting part of this job. You'd think that a vampire hunter would have a life filled with excitement and I won't lie, a good bit of it is pretty damn exciting, but there's also a large part that's just sitting around and w