The SurviviorsHe woke up to the sounds of silence and the smell of smoke. Namor stretched his massive paws, and yawned, his sharp teeth gleaming. The white tiger opened his mouth to taste the air. Yet, all he could taste was dread.
He was sleeping in a forest that had grown around an abandoned industrial plant. Namor remembered when the humans used to live here: they cut down trees, drove animals from their homes, and filled the refreshing air with black smoke and bright yellow embers. The stream that the animals drank from was run with oil. Fortunately, the humans left and Namor thought that all the turmoil had ended. It did, but an unfortunate aftermath followed.
The factory was still in the forest. The water still ran black and sometimes, and the tall part of the industrial building would spew small puffs of black smoke and yellow embers. Sometimes the embers would cause harm to the forest. Sometimes the embers would cause harm to him. His tongue ran over the small patches of fur missing due to t
HopeI have never seen the dawn of a peaceful dayHope6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nor have I seen a dove with an olive branch.
But I believe there was once a peaceful day
I believe there once was a dove with an olive branch.
I have never seen the Red Sea split in two
Nor have I seen Elijah take up in his chariot.
But I believe that the Red Sea split in two.
I believe that Elijah's chariot flew.
I have yet to know if there is an end to global warning
I have yet to know if we can turn hate into love
But I believe that these days will come
Because I have hope that comes from above.
I Used to Know YouI used to know youI Used to Know You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh-so good friend of mine....
You changed, you changed over time...
You used to stand up
You used to stand out....
Now you act like everyone else
That's what you're all about....
You've gained a lot of friends
That fact, is true
But you should also know
You've lost one, too....
Loner*blink*Loner6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where have I gone wrong?
Is there somewhere I belong?
She has her own crowd,
He has one too,
But my own crowd?
Has only but a few.
Is it my light
That shines so bright?
Is it because I know my knowledge
Of what's wrong and what's right?
Is it because I don't swear
Or use my mouth as a sword?
Or...maybe is it me? Just me?
All on one accord?
Whatever it may be
I hope that my search for home is not long.
But I still feel like there's nowhere
No crowd to whom I belong.
Kikufire's PromptIm dying.Kikufire's Prompt8 years ago in General More Like This
I have known for so long, and yet, it is still such a shock. And worst of all, she still loves me. I had hoped to make it easy for her, hoped to betray her, hoped make her so angry at me that my death would bring her happiness. I know now that this is impossible, and I regret it more than I regret my own death.
Through the long days in this sterilized room, she reminds by my side. She is the only living thing besides myself, surrounded by the beeping machines that monitor my ever approaching death. I know that she wants to be there for me. She wants to talk about the emotions that sometimes overcome me, how I sob into the blank pillow, mourning this life I love and am losing. She wants to understand what I feel when I stare, rigid, at the ceiling, refusing to respond. She wants to know my hopes and dreams that will now never come to pass.
Acceptance Ch 1 Joscelin arched his back and gasped. Lips trailed down his neck, across his collarbone, teeth nipping at his chest before latching onto his nipple. Jos let out a low moan, digging his hands into hair, holding the naked body stroking and kissing him against his own bare skin.Acceptance Ch 18 years ago in Teen More Like This
Jos groaned and tightened his hold, forcing himself to shove the other male away and flip him onto his back. Jos straddled his narrow waist, trailing his hands across the tight abs and smooth pecs below him before leaning down, eyes trained on the other male's lips.
Moaning slightly, Jos relaxed against the other male, flicking his tongue against his mouth, urging the lips to part and let him inside. Slipping his tongue forward Jos took control of the kiss, stroking and tasting with his tongue, his hands massaging along the other male's sides, trailing lower and lower, one hand sliding down between the other male's-
a brief history of us.the atlantic gave birth to you like a tsunami. late nights spent buying tiramisu for pretty girls with green eyes. playing with her fork like she was sewing the seams of clouds together.a brief history of us.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
we spent too long floating on hardwood floors with blankets wrapped tightly like a second skin, trying to protect things that might someday be broken. using fear as the only insurance against heartache and loneliness. pretending like we weren't already familiar to those things like we were to crumbs on kitchen counters, so we swept loneliness beneath the rugs and told it to stay. we were using words like forever without being able to count the distance between each letter.
the atlantic was gathering waves like pennies dropped on sunday streets, picking up the pieces of what you would be before even the notion of you was formed. you came from this: heavy breathing and maps of california, red nails and a place to stay that was never in reach. you came from too many empty bottles of vodka that were downed
Avatar"You chose them from among thousands of toys, Aang. The toys you picked were the four Avatar relics. These items belonged to Avatars past. Your own past lives You chose them because they were familiar."Avatar5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Elder Air Nomad Monk
"You have to let him go."
The young mother turned at the soft-spoken words, to see a monk she knew well. He was dressed in the yellow and red of the Air Nomad robes, just as she was, and his once brown mustache had turned grey with the advance of old age. She met his blue eyes for a brief moment, and then turned back. "I know, Gyatso," she whispered. "But if it's him , I would like to know."
He stopped next to her, but neither of them touched. Gyatso would be remaining here, while she left on her journey for enlightenment. But the hardest part wasn't letting go of Gyatso (how could it be, when she had known him only a few months?), but in letting go of her young child. She wanted to be there for him, to care for him and to raise him, but it was n
It's So Dark In HereIt's too darkIt's So Dark In Here6 years ago in Open More Like This
I keep bumping into things
There's hardly any light in here
Things aren't really as they seem.....
Everyone looks the same
They're camoflauged within the walls
I can't tell which is which
It's the same voice that answers me when I call....
It's hard not to follow everyone else
When your friends are going with the flow
I want to join them, sometimes I do
But in the end, I just say no....
Where is the light?
It seems so far away
Isn't there anyone else that's in my situation
That feels the same way?
Why is it so dark?
I keep bumping into things
There's hardly any light in here
And things are not what they seem....
Book CritiqueI would have enjoyed this book very much had I not been forced to read it and write a critique about it. As it was, I found reading it quite a tedious pastime, and wish I had not had to do it. My favorite part of the book was the introduction, since it was the only part I did not have to reread a number of times looking for hidden meanings that do not, in fact, exist. I also very much enjoyed the ending, because it meant that I was almost done with the book, if not the whole evil business of trying to write out a critique. In all probability, the critique will not even be read or corrected by the teacher, seeing as there are quite a number of students in my class, and they have all been forced to read the same three books. If I had written this book, I would have made a number of changes to it. First of all, I would have made it a lot shorter. I would also have clearly stated the theme of the book at the end in order to avoid confusion, as well as helpful hints regarding theBook Critique8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Girl on a train 245.Girl on a train 2459 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There should be a poem for every girl
with black hair and black eyes
who's sat across the aisle on a crowded train
and written pointless beautiful things
in the notebook in her lap.
I might write my name and number on a bit of paper
Drop it on your page as I'm getting off.
But I prefer to think it and write it than to know
What might happen if I actually did.
I'm sorry I've been staring. But you see
I Pledge AllegianceI pledge allegiance,I Pledge Allegiance5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
to the flag,
of the United States of America,
and to the Republic,
for which it stands,
under a religion not solely represented by all members of its citizenship, a grave
misconception that should be removed from this pledge, and changed to
accompany the fact that America is made of many different religions,
indivisible, unless it comes to controversial issues such as abortion or gun
control, gay marriage or the death penalty, and divided in two by liberal, open
minded people and conservatives,
with liberty and justice for all, unless of course you're Muslim or homosexual, in
which case you will be subject to much persecution, ridicule, and bias from the
legal system, which goes against the very Constitution this country is
supposedly spawned from.
HTAEDHTAED5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dreamed of a moment
I dreamed of a wish
all has vanished
with all diverse
it could have been here
it could have been real
if I never woke up...
I've been free from this world
for no more pain and hatred
shall come and disturb
the ruling silence...
for I've been dead
Yes, that was the dream
and that was my wish
that bothered me
why it had to be...