Bonnibelle's Past Chapter 1Bonnibelle's Past Chapter 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
There was a time where it was just the three of us: Marshall, Bubba, and I. It was the perfect thing, always being with them during the day, but at home it was a mess. Mommy was rarely ever home due to her job, and Daddy was a drinker who would get angry all of the time. There wasn't food for me to come home to, so I'd always make it myself. I'd eat by myself as well, except for the times Mommy came home. But they'd fight all of the time, Mommy would yell at Daddy and he'd do the same. I would always sneak away from them and hide in my room, but today was different.
As usual I woke up and got dressed, it was going to be a long day I suppose. I walked out of my room and shut the door. As I tip-toed into the kitchen I froze. It was Daddy; he was sleeping on the couch with his beer bottle in his hand. I guess that means he was in trouble again.
Daddy loved to drink; he always had a bottle of something in his hand. Of course, he wasn't the best person to be around when he drank. He was mea
Dimitri's ProfileDimitri's Profile4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full name: Kayla Blaisdale
Pronunciation: kay-la blaze-dale
Nickname(s) or Alias: Kay, Goose, Nosebleed, Red / Dimitri, Dimi.
Age: FO3 - 19, FONV - 23.
Birthday: July 13, 2258.
Sexuality: Heterosexual, for the most part.
Nationality: American, with Irish roots.
Religion: Believes in God, but is casually religious at best.
City or town of birth: Vault 101.
Currently lives: Megaton, until 2280. New Vegas.
Languages spoken: English.
Native language: English.
Relationship Status: It's complicated.
Weight: 170 lbs.
Figure/build: Lean and slender, with developed muscles in her arms and legs - her main weapons when no hand held weapon can be acquired.
Hair colour: Burgundy/Dark Red.
Hairstyle: Long(to shoulderblades), mostly un-styled save for trimmed bangs. Worn in a ponytai
The Presidents: Ronald ReaganThe Presidents: Ronald Reagan2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Introduction and Early Life
Ronald Wilson Reagan would start and leave his presidency incredibly popular. He would become known as the "Great Communicator" with the American people, largely due to his years as an actor. He was the oldest man to ever be elected and he would have one of the most revolutionary presidencies in history. Reagan was born in 1911 in Tampico, Illinois and lived through his early years in a family of modest means. When he was a teenager, he first got interested in politics. President Calvin Coolidge was in the White House and his economic policies of cutting taxes and reducing government spending inspired Reagan. Nevertheless, after graduating from Eureka College in 1932, he voted for Democrat Franklin Roosevelt. He worked as a radio sports announcer before being offered a contract from Warner Brothers in 1940. In the 1950s, Reagan worked for the Sunday television show "General Electric Theater" and eventually entered politics. He married Nancy Davis whil
Their ThanksgivingIt was one of the few times the two lands meet.Their Thanksgiving4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Faraway loved ones were waiting to go.
This was a special time for love and sharing.
After all it was Thanksgiving.
Hugs and kisses were given once they all gathered.
Especially for the humans, royals, and vampires.
The males go out to hunt, as the females tease them.
Them catch a wild turkey? Yeah right!
But they did, and it was a big one too.
The males laughed at the females shocked faces.
It was time to get cooking.
For the grand Thanksgiving feast.
Soon enough, the vampire king came.
He swooped his queen away.
They had to get their own kind of feast.
Because they only ate the shades of red.
So, a candy prince went to help.
Too cook with his sweet princess.
They were both excellent chefs.
And even better bakers.
The adventuress frowns.
Five plates of burnt food in front of her.
An adventurer runs in proclaiming that he'd eat them.
A stomach ache wouldn't be so bad, right?
The dog and cat sat by the fire.
With their loved ones.
WORDLESS WORDSThe writer attempts to writeWORDLESS WORDS2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Describing the indescribable
Limiting the limitless
Naming the nameless
A thousand lines of ink
Written a thousand ways
Cannot describe love
The abstract emptiness
The beauty of colour
The sorrow of loneliness
Burn every book
Destroy every line
An alphabet of ashes
Meaningless is knowledge
Worthless are words
Reading what is written
In ignorance remain
The subtle reality
Beyond all language
Can't believe you forgot meHave you ever lost a close friend?Can't believe you forgot me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So close that you never thought it could fade away,
That nothing could tear apart this impregnable bond between you
Have you ever felt like you dropped a fragment of your very essence?
Joy, happiness, memories, all this person had brought you,
Just left like Spring among the last cherry trees
I just hate you for making me feel I'm the one to blame
Why have you forgotten me as quick as a heartbeat?
Now I just see you as a fading stranger, a breathing ghost
We used to be soulmates, remember?
I recall every morning the sugary tone of this voice
When you called me your best mate, I foolishly believed you...
Your grin was a comfort, a relief, a smooth warmth
My fate was inconceivable without yours within it.
Indeed... it was.
You'll pay every tears I shed because of you.
Every hours I ruined
And trust me, MY promises mean something.
Death of a MemoryYou see the darkest, chestnut tinted eyes,Death of a Memory2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A lush, unruly tuft of darkest hair,
A manic, happy smile of no disguise,
A boy of age, a youth in life unfair.
You see a face, a blank and glazing stare,
His eyes were brown, or were they green or blue?
His hair was black, at least not red or fair,
His smile is closed, not forced, that much is true.
You see a vacant space where eyes should be,
A smooth, dull template of a hairy head,
A heartless grin devoid of all its glee,
An empty spot, a tale of which unsaid.
Have you once ever looked and watched to see,
The faded face upon your memory?
I amI am just but anI am2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
empty shell, filled with nothing
but broken wishes.
BlockIBlock2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She had no choice:
The lines on the page reached out to her.
They drew her in with their siren's call,
Inquisitive tendrils exploring her face
Tickling her palms
Encircling her waist.
Too late, she realised their true intentions
And smiles stopped.
An adjective seized hold of her wrist
And others followed suit, advancing,
Binding her hands. She was blinded.
Brackets pinned her down and the barrage began.
I am here still.
Each bullet from the armoury
Pounds me harder than the last
As I scrabble for my only weapon.
At last I find what I've been looking for:
My trembling hands close around
The reassuring solidity of the barrel.
I feel it, cold and close,
Working my way upwards
Until I reach its inky trigger at last.
If Only She KnewIf only she knewIf Only She Knew2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I sit alone at night
Drinking by myself
Thinking about her
Wishing she was mine
If only she knew
That I'll never be alright
Going through this hell
Till my eyes begin to blur
And I only see her in my mind
If only she knew
That the hardest part of my day
Is when I think about her lips
Sliding through his skin
As he moves in for the kiss
Think about his hand
starting to caress her cheeks
They both gasp for air
though no one speaks
And her eyes can't seem to look away from his
If only she knew
That that's the hardest part
Knowing that she's his
Knowing that her gorgeous lips
are only his to kiss
And that her beautiful eyes
Are looking right through me
Knowing that I'm nothing to her
And that I'll never be
If only she knew
That she leaves me Paralized
When she looks me with her eyes
It feels so cold
Yet I feel so alive
If only she would realize
That without her my heart cries
It's hard to beat, though it still tries
If only she knew
The pain of getting lost within her
Make Your MoveWaiting for you to make your move.Make Your Move2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My craving can't be soothed.
I just can't be the first.
Don't my body you thirst?
Everything's going fine.
Just put your lips on mine.
You are my desire.
Just set my soul on fire.
But instead we just sit.
This distance doesn't fit.
Awkward is what you are.
That won't get you far.
First move I'll have to make.
Your kiss I'll have to take.
Abortion -- Pro-Choice EssayThe following essay is separated into six parts, addressing concerns and opinions about the abortion debate.Abortion -- Pro-Choice Essay7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
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I. The important definitions of pro-life and pro-choice.
I feel this needs to be cleared up within the abortion debate. Misrepresentations of the pro-life and pro-choice positions is a root cause of abortion propaganda.
A general summation of a pro-lifer's views:
Life begins at conception. A fetus is a person. The unborn child is human. Abortion is not safe. Roe v. Wade should be overturned. The government should not fund abortions. Abortion should be made completely illegal as it is murder.
(A pro-lifer supports the life of the fetus.)
A general summation of a pro-choicer's views:
Life technically begins at conception, but the true debate should be over when personhood begins. A fetus or embryo is not a person. The unborn child is not a human. Abortion is safe. I support Roe v.
The End Of The SunOur streets are plagued,The End Of The Sun2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our minds corrupt,
The wicked have prayed,
Now let hell erupt.
Creatures and abominations,
Of the night,
Refugees at the train station,
Last train away from this plight.
Oh how figments,
Become something much more real,
Are these of god's creations?.
Not that it matters now,
Soon you will be among them,
So you take lighter fluid,
Drink it down and set it alight.
Turned to darkening dusk,
As you lay on bloodied lawn,
Reeking of a deathly musk.
So where do we go,
For the end of the sun
Winter Stone (4/4)Frosty wind blowing,Winter Stone (4/4)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sarah felt a stream of chills
Running through her very spine.
Among the bare trees,
People started to left this cursed place
Looking deplorably on the faded ground
A friendly pat on her shoulder
Compassion, sympathy, pity
In the misty air still
Resonates, far away,
Howling wolves beyond the pines,
Like suffering from despair
Water stopped flowing-
Icy moon reflecting on her eyes
This scene frozen forever
Snowflake on her nose,
Tears on her crimson cheeks
The bell tower tinkled-
She left a last wet look
On the cold stone
Inscribed for eternity:
"To Gabriel and Celine, beloved Parents."
Castle in the SkyWhat a dark & gloomy day!Castle in the Sky2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But here I will stay.
My home is in the heart
Of the sky.
Bows down to kiss me -
Oh! I'm radiant!
Has the world cast upon me today!
In the eye of the heart,
I set myself apart
From the injustice of mankind.
Here you can find,
If you just open your eyes,
What you've been looking for
All this time.
Take my hand dark lover
& I will show you the sky;
The way I see it
Through effervescent eyes.
& we'll whisper 'husha,'
But we won't fall down.
Oh, wouldn't they love to see us
Dead upon the ground!
Crystallize your tears -
You won't need those here.
The moon is smiling down on you.
Tell her your secrets,
& the story in your soul
Won't be such a burden anymore.
We will love like royalty,
In our sky castle.
The heart of my home
Lies on the throne.
& here down I'll bow,
If you'll just give me your hand!
To set my lips upon your skin of gold.
I cherish the heart;
Worship the sky!
They are bound; I am free.
What charity has blessed me,
That makes me so real?
ChimesChimes1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ceiling seemed to close in on everyone in the room. There was a dead man under the table in the kitchen, so the killer sat on the couch in the living room, and turned on the record player next to him. The man under the table had the air slowly pumped from his lungs, as the weight of his chest pushed him down. The killer gently put his head back, and looked at the ceiling. He put his arms up, and exhaled. The music started playing, very softly. It was The Guess Who’s “These Eyes.” Just outside, there were some chimes, playing against the rain.
The bad thoughts drained out of the killer’s head, as he looked at the blank slate on the ceiling. There were beams of light, scattered by the jewelry hanging in the windows. There were stains, smudges, presumably from killing bugs. There were cracks in the paint, and larger stains. There was no telling where these things came from. The killer relaxed his shoulders. Before the running, before the panic, there would be a
Thinking of YouI lay in bed,Thinking of You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With midnight chills.
Thinking of you,
Always gives me thrills.
Like how you smile wide,
Or how your eyes shine bright.
Being with you,
Makes the dark turn to light.
We'll keep each other warm,
Even through the cold.
We'll always be together,
As we start to grow old.
This story of love...I watch himThis story of love...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dancing upon my lash
A care free song in winter’s eye
A fortress in the winds
I know him well
Have seen him
Thru windows no one else has known
And yet there is not one day
In a vanishing sunbeams chance
That I don’t see him anew
He is my soul
Fluid and encompassing
Childlike and fiercely passionate
An unyielding tree
Bending just before breaking
To bring a smile to my eyes
To bring a smile
to my eyes…
There is no fear and loathing here.We were somewhere in the South Pacific on the edge of the ocean when the withdrawals began to take hold. I remember saying something like, “Where the hell are we?”There is no fear and loathing here.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My attorney said nothing. Sitting in the sand, he wore only a pair of hideous bell bottoms with red and white stripes that resembled a peppermint candy on copious amounts of LSD. He ignored me and repeatedly tapped his bare foot into the gentle rush of water as it crawled up the beach.
And suddenly I realized I had no idea how we had gotten there. A gaping hole in my memory sparked a brief sense of panic.
“Don’t let it get you,” he said before yawning and falling onto his back.
“Let what get me?” I half shrieked, eyes peeled for wild beasts. Who knew what roamed this place in the night.
“The silence…It’s not something to be feared,” he muttered before passing out cold.
Then I noticed just how quiet it was.
No howling wind coming off the ocean. No creak
Healedyour wordsHealed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are what sooth me,
what help me through the tough times
when there's no one else to turn to,
because no one cares to listen as much as you.
is what strengthens me,
giving me a reason to be happy.
my past, my secrets, who I am...
it's all what I've shared with you, knowing you'd understand.
your spontaneity and kindness,
it's something that can't be replaced,
something i can't live without,
hoping I'll never have to.
shines like the sun at it's brightest,
with each day that passes by
adding to the hope
how can you
always be there for me, through both the good and bad?
how can you
say you love me, even when I'm at my worst?
how can you
never seem to notice the bad side of me I see constantly?
how can you
look past all my blemishes, and see perfection?
for all this...
i thank you,
for being the one I trust more than anyone,
for letting me be open with you,
for taking my heart, and my breath away...
'The Governor's Nocturnal thoughts''The Governor's Nocturnal thoughts'3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under a clear midsummer night sky,
One's spirit remains clear, quietly acute.
As the cicadas replay eternal concertos
In the patches of magnolias and hydrangeas,
Thereby I wonder, cup in my hand filled with
The potent, flagrant spirit of rice Baijiu,
Quietly pondering on the chaotic winds of fate;
“Are we like leaves caught in the winds?
Are we set to be, O ye Gods of Heaven,
Yielded to destiny, witnessing the end of the world
And then the beginning of a whole new world?
Let us drink to fate, brothers and sisters,
In hope that it is turning in the end all right,
So that we all still have a place here.
A Comedy DialogueHugh knocks on the door. Jim is in the kitchen.A Comedy Dialogue2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Jim: Who is it?
Hugh: It's Hugh.
Hugh: No, Hugh.
Jim: I'm not at the door.
Hugh: No, I am at the door.
Jim: Who is at the door?
Jim: You're me?
Hugh: Who's Me?
Hugh: I'm Hugh.
Jim: Then who's me?
Hugh: You're you.
Jim: I thought you said you were you.
Jim: Then who am I?
Hugh. Well, you're... I don't know who you are!
Jim: Well, if you're me, then I'm you!
Hugh: No, I'm Hugh!
Jim: You're me?
Hugh: No, Hugh!
Jim: Well, I'm Jim!
Hugh: It's Hugh!
Jim: You're Jim too?
Hugh: No, I'm Hugh!
Jim: How can you be me without being Jim!
Hugh: I'm not Jim!
Jim: Then you're me!
Jim: Well then. That's settled. How do you do Me?
Hugh: Are you talking to yourself?
Jim: No, I'm talking to you.
Hugh: Well I'm Hugh!
Jim: But you just said you were me!
Hugh: How can I be you if I'm Hugh!
Jim: You just contradicted yourself! Stop playing games bu