Killing LonelinessKilling Loneliness7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1-Dance to this Beat
"Oh, you're in trouble!" Yin cooed and smirked at the green-haired boy. "What'd you do this time?"
"What!? I didn't do anything!" Fumito blinked as he heard the angry yell. "All I did was accidentally walk into the bathroom while Hisaye was showering. I swear, I didn't mean to!"
Yin laughed, Fumito was a goofy and clumsy person, but he was also smart. He was useful for his smartness, but always got on Hisaye's nerves with his allegedly accidental antics.
"Well, I'm not sticking around. You, my friend, are the only known person to get on Hisaye's nerves. It's usually not pretty...see you!"
The dark-haired woman hurriedly left the room just as Hisaye walked in. She had finished her shower and such before coming to erm "talk" to Fumito. How he was able to get to her was beyond her. There was just always that wanting to explode on him.
"No, Yin! Don't leave me alone!" Fumito tried to follow, but stopped as Hisaye walked in. "Oh uh...hey
the Hundred Year FarceThe Hundred Year Farcethe Hundred Year Farce7 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
a PLAY in brief
[Open on a bus stop with bench, currently unoccupied. OLD MAN enters slowly from SR, hobbles to and sits on the far side of the bench. He takes a sighing breath, then extricates a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket. He places one in his mouth, lights it, and smokes contentedly. There is the sound of a scuffle off SR, and YOUNG MAN is thrown bodily onto the stage, where he staggers to his feet, somewhat drunk.]
YOUNG MAN: Just you wait til I'm sober again! [Nearly falls twice] but until then, I'll give you time to think about it. [He weaves his way to the near side of the bench and gestures to it] this seat taken? [OLD MAN shakes his head, and he sits.]
OLD MAN: The fighting any good tonight son?
YOUNG MAN: The best in weeks. [Peers at OLD MAN] Do I know you?
OLD MAN: Nope.
YOUNG MAN: But I just saw you in the bar.
OLD MAN: You're the only man I know that professes to
comparisonI love you like an FBI agentcomparison7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
loves his confidentials
with outspoken disdain,
but with the silent reverence
of a bishop who
loves a ripened hooker
producing copious friction
on his neglected phallus,
as much as a poet who,
try as she might to find something new,
loves her used analogies,
the forgotten grandmother who
loves to visit the thrift store every
Saturday, waiting to die
while comparing prices on socks,
as if she were a mathematician
who loves quantifying events into numbers,
as much as I
Drawing FAQDrawing FAQ4 years ago in Comedy More Like This
EDIT: This is REALLY LONG, so feel free to search for the question you want answered by hitting Ctrl+F to bring up your browser's search function. Any and all insults contained herein are for comedic purposes only (except when I'm addressing excessively stupid people, in which case, they started it. I find ignorance offensive. Even my own). If it helps, I get tired of being cruel about a quarter of the way in, and although I'm still quite sarcastic after that, I'm at least informative. You may have better luck just looking at my tutorials. More pictures, less sarcasm.
My Drawing FAQ AKA The Long-Winded Philosophy Of Pencil Drawings
Q. Can I ask you a quick question?
A. I guess, but make it snappy. I'm pretty busy.
Q. You're just sitting there... and spinning around in your swivel chair.
A. That is not true! I'm also trying to balance a pencil on my lip. Anyway, what may be perceived as staring slack-jawed into space, or gawking at screenc
Places-4: ClosetPlaces-4: Closet6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our first meeting was inside a closet.
Incidentally, so was our first year together.
Our first meeting was difficult.
We were like two tiny existentialists
Fighting for the most valuable resource of our times.
The darkness beyond the closeted door
Belonged to her. She had stayed there
Before I arrived and opened the door.
She wouldnt share her darkness with me.
She fought like a wild animal. Following
The two most important things in the closet
The animal instinct. And shadows
Darker than the darkness. And hence, glowing.
Her strength and her pace drew me to her.
I fought back.
We fought for many days. Continuously.
And then, like it happens with all fights,
We forgot why we fought.
The reason fell short of perpetuating forever.
And our fight went beyond the boundaries of reason.
Slowly, we came to realize that the fight
Had become something we looked forward to.
An excuse to each others company.
We knew each other by the smell of sweat.
And touch. We fought f
The ImpossibleI want to pick each rain drop out of the skyThe Impossible6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And place them side by side in my pocket
I want to glue every grain of sand on the beach
Into a collage shaped to look like you
I want to strum a guitar with an alien head
To the song we first danced to
I want to tie us together forever
With every emotion I've ever felt for you
I want to do all the impossible
Just so I can prove my love to you
Cold Blooded part 12Ahahah-choo! Amu groaned, and reached for another Kleenex. She really shouldve taken a hot bath yesterday after the milk accident, but she just felt too tired. Shed changed and curled up in bed as soon as shed gotten home. Maybe if she had taken that bath, she wouldnt be sick right now.Cold Blooded part 126 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She jumped as she heard a knock on her balcony door. Can I come in? the voice was pretty muffled by the glass between them, but Amu could still make out what was being said.
Yeah, sure Ikuto, come in. She said between sniffles. Amu watched him as he walked gracefully into her room. He looked extremely hot, as usual.
He stood in front of her with an odd expression on his face, You look...
Dont say it! she cut him off in a warning tone. She already knew she looked bad; she didnt need to hear it too! What are you doing here anyways?
I came for a visit. Ikuto smir
shugo chara,amuto romanceBobcat: I dont own shugo charashugo chara,amuto romance7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Crystal (my chara): but she wants to
Bobcat: who said you could come out?
Crystal: no one, can we get on with it now?
Ive never written a fanfic before so I welcome all comments, the pairings are:
A girl stood on top of a high cliff, the wind blowing through hair the colour of the sun. She was watching as four people (or technically one person; a girl and three sprites) walk past. Shall we begin kuroro, star? she said as a little chara with a white gown, shoes, a sliver choker and short black hair sat on her right shoulder whilst a chara in a black crop top, black shorts, knee-high boots and a black choker with long white hair sat on her left. Both of them smiled at their mistress as she descended back down the cliff muttering a spell as she went, the story shall now unfold she breathed with a smile.
Fuck HatersFuck haters 'cause they're the ones to blameFuck Haters4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When gay kids get depressed and take their lives each day.
These haters bag on gay kids and make them feel like shit,
Haters tell gays to give up on life and quit.
Girls liking girls and guys liking guys,
Continuing to tease, leading to suicide.
Fuck haters, they tell the gay kids to go "away."
We'll all band together and make those haters pay.
** Who are they to say what's right and what's "gay?" **
Your anti-gay votes help slit their throats.
They sit around and mope, slip their necks through the rope.
STR8 & AGAINST H8!
DON'T BE H8IN ON THE HOMOS!
SOME KIDS ARE GAY, THAT'S OK!
SOME DUDES MARRY DUDES, GET OVER IT!
SOME CHICKS MARRY CHICKS, GET OVER IT!
YES TO PROP8! NOH8! FCKH8!
our chains.Had we enough time, maybe in wordsour chains.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We would have found comfort
Felt the way our heartbeats
Danced a ballet, weaving together
Soft ribbons between our souls
And felt each tug
When we strayed too far.
But along our way
Our eyes would search
And to be found, sweet joys in others
And felt the weight of ribbons
Or gentle cobwebs bind our wrists
How are we meant to be free
When our lives are tangled so?
Where in each day, gathered together-
Our burden of chains, and in each pull
They tighten, until we realise
To be free, we must let go
Master List of TFLN FF7 LinksPick and choose the ones that strike your fancy. There is something for everyone taste!Master List of TFLN FF7 Links5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Sorry -- Reno tires to get some pity sex.
My Bad -- Tseng gets a phone call from Reno
Runny Nose -- Reno torments Zack at a meeting where he was listening to Reeve talk.
No Fun -- Reno is on vacation. Rude is not.
Ride -- Reno hurts his foot.
Feng Shui -- Tseng returns from Nibelheim
Band Days, Band DazeBand Days, Band Daze7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Band Days, Band Daze
Oh! To wake up in the morning to
The smell of polished brass,
This is the wake up call for a musician of the Senior Band Class.
We enter the band room organized, which we rehearsed,
It is common knowledge that the flute players go in first.
You might ask...
"Isn't that extra work? Why don't you just go in instead of making it into a big deal?"
And I would answer..
"It is only a big deal if you make it into one."
After we set up the room we take out our books and read,
Waiting, waiting for the moment that
All of us are freed.
The moment that we are allowed to take
Our instruments out to play,
This is only the beginning of a musical day.
You might ask...
"Why read books in band?"
And I would answer...
"You should not limit reading only to books."
Long tones, tuning, scales, more,
But before we start we must close the door,
And turn off the phone to make sure that
It won't ring,
So that we won't be distracted by anything.
You might ask...
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
IntoxicatedIntoxicated6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The way you paint your mouth smug
and don't answer my questions
is more appealing after
my second gin and something
when the night throws up its hands
and feels like dancing.
I like how you smack me with words
and call me the names
you read in art magazines
and you like
how I trip over my tongue
when I catch you
lurking at my door
not wearing your shadow.
Goddess of DarknessEvil is Light and Good is Darkness: Darkness can exist without light, but even the brightest, strongest light casts a shadow.Goddess of Darkness6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She died a thousand horrible deaths,
Breathed a thousand painful last breaths
She held tight to her love
the light shining from above.
As the evil light drove away the darkness
No-one could find the goddess
For she hung above the battle like death
and breathed her last breath:
She sacrificed her life;
cut through the light like a knife.
The evil God of Light has fallen,
Her sacrifice destroyed him
As I stood and watched helplessly
my hand outstretched futilely.
My mother, my Goddess,
the root of dark goodness,
found eternal rest in the ether.
She watches from the skies
But she doesn't float; she flies
half-hearted howlhalf-hearted howl8 years ago in Other More Like This
I remember a time:
Silver rivers, silver sky-
but with broken wings of mine
I was way too weak to fly.
I remember waterponds
with a crystal water stream
but while diving into time
I was too afraid to dream.
I remember starry skies
when at night the moon shone bright-
but though seeing all that magic
I was never satisfied.
I remember green meadows
When the wind blew through the willows-
but I'd hide in the shadows
and was glad to be alone.
I remember silent nights
the screams of a winter owl
but when sitting in my corner
I couldn't even try to howl.
I remember my old house
and my loving family-
but I didn't get along
and couldn't manage to be free.
I remember lovers face,
his eyes, his kiss, his lovely smile-
but I was afraid to fail
so I took away his life.
Lady GrayLady Gray6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one suspected
she had blood
all over her tiny white hands
like sad red prayers
tucked into immaculate doeskin
and hidden from the world.
She kept count of her bad deeds
like a strand of rosary beads
suspended from her wrist
savoring each remembrance
vibrating on the chain
with a self-indulgent smile
And her sweet face bore no years
and her delicate fingers
left no trace
of the crimes
hanging inside her mouth
the hook and eye of her lips
stained like a broken bird.
But an artist had caught
the sockets behind her eyes
bulleted like wormwood
and where her cheekbones caved
under sallow flesh
and the vibrations of that chain
scored the skin between her fingers
leaving the canvas ruined
and the paint cracking
under her heart.
PiesPiesPies4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By: Albedosreqium / Soyna
Setting: Crisis Coreish
Rating, Genre and Warnings: T. Cute Romance and destruction of food. OMG, a canon couple.
Characters: Zack and Aerith
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted by the almighty Square Enix©. I do not profit from this endeavour.
Summary and Additional Information:
A contest prize for the we luv finalfantasy club for moonie-dreamer
She wanted something cute with Zack and Aerith and she gave me the keyword 'pie'. The first thing I thought of were the Hedgehogs Pies
Zack tries hard to impress Aerith with his baking skills, but Pies get in the way and end up eating his pies.
Zack felt like crying.
He had worked so hard and now all his effort was spread a
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,
Always and foreverDid you ever leaveAlways and forever6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did know I woke up to your voice
Tears in my eyes
My heart stopped
As I remembered your dead
Till this day I still dream of you
Does that mean you always with me
In my heart
How I wish you could see me
How I wish to see you just this once
Did you know he called just like he does every year in your memory
Since you have past
Would you smile
Would you be proud
They tell me you would
But how will I ever know
Your gone after all
All I want is to see you again
Just one last time but that will never be enough
Babysitter -- Rufus and TsengBABYSITTERBabysitter -- Rufus and Tseng5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By: Albedosreqium / Soyna
Before Crisis Core. Young!Rufus and Youngish!Tseng
Rating, Genre and Warnings:
Teen: Friendship/General. Light Angst? Now for something completely different.
All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted by the almighty Square Enix©. I do not profit from this endeavour.
Summary and Additional Information
Wrote another little story for :icontsengxRufus: club summer fun vacation because I wanted too. I took a different spin on this one than the other contest entry because well, summer is just about over.
Tseng frowned as he walked down the hall to deal with the assignment that Veld had handed to him.
"He has two weeks before his studies start again," Veld had said and clasped his shoulder firmly. "He's a bit temperamental at times but he is a good kid at heart. Have some fun
Marching Band"Marching band isn't a sport!"Marching Band7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, I beg to differ.
What makes Marching Band so different?
Some say it doesn't match the definition of sports.
Well let's see what the definition is.
Sports: An activity involving physical exertion and skill that is governed by a set of
rules or customs and often undertaken competitively. An active pastime;
So... the way I see it,
marching band is no different from a sport
The Marching band uses maybe
twice the physical exertion then a lot of other sports.
Sure football players get tackled while running up and down the field;
swimmers swim so many laps they feel as though they can't move their legs.
And other sports are similar
But the marching band runs across the field to a fro,
and our only break is a two minute ballad
where we are still moving but at a slower pace
And I don't see any of those swimmers holding a instrument
and playing into it while doing what their doing.
And Marching band is an activity governed by rules.
Banora RevistedRevisiting BanoraBanora Revisted2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Fandom: Final Fantasy 7 — after AC
Characters: Cloud Strife and Zack Fair
Warning: Yaoi, angsty, ghosts.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters as this is a work of fancy of the author to explore the fandom further. I make no money from this endeavor.
Summary: For Asrenoinfusion for the Great Fall Exchange. Cloud revisits Banora and gets a visit from his lost best friend and lover.
Crisp cool air made his cheeks and the tips of his ears red. The trees were a brilliant crimson and yellow, and he walked under their umbrella. They were touched with pieces of deep blue that made everything look like an inverse sunset. The blue pieces spotting the trees were apples that he didn't remember seeing since he was a teenager.
He didn't know why he had taken the detour. He had dropped off a package at the last town, and the inspi
Candy ComaReno groaned weakly, lying back on his couch and tossing his arm over his face. He wasn't sick, but he was making himself sick. The bag of candy corn on the coffee table in front of his couch was half empty and, an hour or so ago, it had been full. He had been steadily eating it one piece at a time and the amount of sugar in his stomach was starting to turn him green. He hated holiday candy. Once a year he would buy bags and bags of specialized limited edition candy and gorge on it. Marshmallow bunnies, strawberry cream filled chocolate hearts, sour goo filled gummi ghosts, and, his biggest weakness, candy corn. He was sick to death of candy corn.Candy Coma3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Reno pulled another piece of candy corn out of the bag and bit off the white end, as was his custom, before popping the rest in his mouth. His stomach gurgled in protest as he took a swig of sugary soda to wash down the candy with. He really had to stop eating. Reno had been able to, when he was much younger, go through bags beyond bags of ca