Kaboom - IV - ProseKaboom - IV - Prose7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Lonely Door
Stupefaction wrenched Jenna as she watched uniformed police officers canvas all her rooms. Each room echoed intermittent clicks from the labor of sophisticated cameras.
The detective before her snapped her back into focus. Miss Saunders
Y-yes? ImIm really sorry. I just Her head snapped towards the top of the staircase as an officer photographed the hallway.
Oh. I understand, maam, he said lightly, forming a weak smile. Theres a lot going on at once, all these people in your house. Sorry about that. Im Detective Jeff Briggs. My partners outside. Um, how old is your daughter?
Kaboom - Hi - PoetryKaboom - Hi - Poetry8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will be your diligent maven for tonight
What, pray tell, would you like to try?
If its a dose of inspiration you have a taste for
I cook a spicy montage with great ardor
rich with animation, feeling, and color
You will inevitably request another
helping of such infectious splendor
Ah, have you sampled the high contrast yet?
Tis a fond specialty, I do guarantee
Id certainly be honored if youd let me
compose one of my best pieces for you
or is glamour perhaps more of what youre into?
Rest assured, dear guest, I prepare that too
The glamour platters seasoned with the finest rays of sunshine
and expertly sculpted with lights from premium vine
Theyre sweetly splashed with shadows and doused in diffusion
and envelop our guests in the most pleasant illusions
I also offer the drama and dynamism platter
seasoned with emotions and motions that matter
It offers an aroma most equal to its sight
I invite you to please take a cur
Kaboom - X - PoetryKaboom - X - Poetry8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
[The Silent Guard]
Ive seen so many eyes in every size
slowly rest upon me
From everywhere they come and stare
and wonder how this could be
My heart so swells for I wish to tell
but cannot, unfortunately
Though most dont know, what they behold
is the utmost of penalties
In such primordial time as mine
I plotted what others could not
to speak for Earth from deep within
and guard it peacefully
but the effect of dissent usually meant
a harrowing eternity
and because statutes were absolute
there was no exception with me
Esteem you should, for this aging wood
is where Ive come to be
The colors may fade, but I will remain
gazing but placidly
Youll come to find Ill live in your mind
long after you turn to leave
The passive unblind, remember my kind,
the voice of the crying trees
I am Dryad.
-Mellissa Thomas (KilikaMel)
I WishIm Cassidy Finn, age 15. And this is my 4-year-old brother, Brian. Youd think the story would be easy to predict from here on in. But oh, no. With Brian around, nothings ever easy.I Wish7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
You see, I live in what social workers and bad authors call a single-parent household. Its not so bad my mom and I get along pretty well, and we both look out for Brian but sometimes, I think hes a bit of a spoiled brat. Hes the youngest child, which makes me automatically think hes spoiled, since I can actually physically do so much more than he can around the house. Brian, however, isnt old enough to vacuum, do dishes or laundry, make supper, or do anything really useful. Hes also at that age where he needs a lot of looking after because hell get into a heck of a lot of trouble trying to do whatever it is hes trying to do, all by himself. So he looks spoiled because he cant and doesnt help, but instead,
ColdSo you sucked the lifeCold6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Out of my heart and soul
I feel so cold
I'm no longer a whole
It's freezing my body
My fingertips are blue
I can no longer move
My lips are lighter too
So tell me why
I'm laying here afterall
How and when I got here
And if or did I fall?
Time is but a word
In this bitter world
When all you used to
Hold on to is blurred
Life is but a string
Left to hold on to
I know it will break
This place I even knew
I refuse to look
Into your warm eyes
I don't deserve them
For mine are full of lies
My body is chipping away
Forgotten by the wind
Closed by the world
Blaming me for all sin
It's so cold, so cold
I can no longer breath
So leave me be in this place
I don't deserve your heat
Before you know it
I'm gone from it all
Forget me, loath me
I won't answer your call
It's the end
For the less I can be
There's not reason else
So let me go
I won't look back
Just so you'll know
I didn't deserve
Any of you
I was a waste of time
If only you knew
Don't try t
TSS: Cheat"Our ritual after-fight coffee before the fight?" Kagome asked, sliding into the booth across from him. "What's up?"TSS: Cheat5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I have a meeting afterward," said Sesshoumaru.
She smiled. "So, you didn't want me to feel abandoned? That's kind of sweet."
The taiyoukai arched an eyebrow. "Not precisely," he answered. "I wanted to know any useful information you had about Naraku."
He didn't miss the way Kagome's fingers clutched at the edge of the table or the way her smiled strained. "I've never actually met him," she said. "Just a couple of glimpses at the bigger fights. I know that it's unwise to cross him. He's a criminal, Sesshoumaru."
"So are we," replied the demon. "And my meeting is with him. While it's normally prudent to know something about who you are dealing with, it is particularly true when that person lacks respect for the law."
Kagome sighed heavily. "From the moment you walk through the door, he'll be trying to scam you out of something. Don't let him. Please."
Ebb and Flow, Ch 3Disclaimer: I do hearby dislcaim all rights and responsibilities to any of these characters...except the one that could just as easily have been a canonical character but wasn't. I give all credit over to their original owners and publishers.Ebb and Flow, Ch 34 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ebb and Flow
Kagome wasn't sure what she was supposed to do now. Up until this point her role of shard collector-detector and unrequited love interest was abundantly clear. Now, she knew what should be done but not how it could be done. Namely, getting an unconscious monstrous dog off of her apparently-human hanyou-friend. Some part of her distantly whispered that Sesshomaru would be less than pleased and wasn't it best to just let sleeping dogs lie?
But not if they're crushing InuYasha.
Mind made up, she dropped her quiver and bow and darted across the clearing, determined to somehow rescue InuYasha.
"Kagome, wait!" Sango cried, lunging to try and capture the younger woman's wrist. She failed drastically, utterl
Romance is for the BirdsRomance is for the BirdsRomance is for the Birds5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One-shot. Challenge Fic. Labyrinth - Jareth/Sarah.
Sarah laughed as she leaned forward on the handlebars of her bicycle. She loved the swans - so much attitude. She was perfectly content to let them waddle past, smiling back at their no nonsense glares just daring her to try and take the right of way as they made their way across the road to the pond they called home. She would have to remember to bring them a treat the next time she was in the park.
Still smiling, she straightened, raising her foot to the peddle with the intent to continue her leisurely ride to the library, her favorite Saturday afternoon escape, when something small and hard bounced off the top of her head and onto the road.
"Ow." Placing her hand over the tender spot, she glared down at the culprit: a pine cone. Looking up into the branches spreading out over the street, she was suddenly hit with a barrage of small piney missiles before a mass of feathers flew into her
Cry for the childrenHave some pity for the childrenCry for the children5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This earnest plea I make
Their innocence is beautiful
Why must their spirit break.
In many third-world countries
Desolation in their eyes
They ask so very little
With their lonely little sighs.
Death, disease and poverty
Drought or raging flood
These tiny ones are trying
To live in barren mud.
One girl is eight years old
She has a little brother
She is the sole survivor
She is both child and mother.
Evil men corrupt the land
Murder and war is rife
The children need a childhood
Not horror in their life.
All children are the future
But some of them have none
Just because their leaders
Forsake them for a gun.
A child cannot drink its tears
And hunger they must bear
We need to change this world
And show them that we care.
Return to the Labyrinth Ch. 1Return to the Labyrinth Ch. 111 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sarah returns home after yet another well-received premier of bumping shoulders and rubbing elbows with the rich and famous, both off and on, the silver screen only to find it as she left it, dark and empty, nothing more than a hollow shell.
She crosses the grand foyer, heels echoing into the large domed ceiling, hardly glancing at the richly fantasy-themed brocade surrounding her. The fairies and goblins entwined in their natural environments reaching toward the vast mural within the dome no longer offer the solace she craved when she first commissioned the house, they never truly had.
Ascending the elaborate curved stair, her eyes do not see the once fascinating optical illusion the mural around them created, turning the stair into the Escher masterpiece. Long faded are her eyes to these wonders, though she continues to strive to create them, to recapture a single night.
The second floor is but a myriad of fašades, creating the feel of walking through a darkly dense forest, each door
Mistake in the MakingThe pride he felt was overwhelming, clouding out even the concern, concern that might have been better-founded than the hubris he displayed. But the white griffin was surely a gift worthy of her, perhaps even worthy of her praise, that tenuous thing so difficult to earn. He felt his lips give way to a small, rare smile as he considered what their princess may look like when presented with the great, proud beast.Mistake in the Making4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As if on cue with his thoughts, the griffin let out a cry that echoed through the balmy night, the call wavering, long, and low-pitched, almost mournful. Had he been a man of a less stern heart he might have sympathized with it they had, after all, taken the creature from the home it had made. But he was not that soft-hearted, and it had been such a beautiful creature, exotic for its rarity, that he could not deny himself the honor of capturing it, no more than he could deny himself the pleasure of presenting it to the princess.
Every time they rested on the journey he f
Hidden PotentialEvery woman is nervous on the day of her wedding. This had sounded like a cliché when my mother had told me this, but now on the threshold of the same event my body was displaying all the signs of a blushing bride. Perversely, my mind was utterly calm. It had better things to worry about. Like the discovery I had been working on for the last five years.Hidden Potential6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The scheduled unveiling should have taken place a while ago. But my parents dropped this bomb on me. Marry His Highness, Alexander Petraeus Marcus Maxmillian the VIIIth, Prince and heir of the Andromeda Galaxy, and the last family to retain ties to Earth. In my opinion their claim to be the last family with pure Earthen blood was their only claim to fame. Of course, my opinion didn't matter. The people worshipped the royal family. And they controlled the biggest political, economic and social faction in the universe.
My family was one of the last few traditional families left. We had lost all our wealth but our status still meant e
Mother's loveInuyasha loomed over her like an exaggerated picture of Dracula atop his newest victim. Not that she knew. She was sleeping. And that was, after all, the point. She was sleeping and dreaming. Talking in her sleep.Mother's love6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As far as Inuyasha was concerned, there weren't too many words that began with "Sessh", and even fewer that began with "Sesshou", but maybe, just maybe, his hearing had gone wrong.
"Se..." she mumbled again. He leaned even closer, almost touching her, not even knowing he was reaching a very disturbing level of wrongness in his gesture. "Sesshouuuu...."
If his half-brother was bothering Kagome in her dreams, Inuyasha was going to find a way to kill him. However, a small part of him couldn't help but notice she didn't look distressed. That somehow worried him even more, especially since he had no idea what he was supposed to do in that case.
That didn't make any sense.
Inuyasha thankfully ceased looming. He looked around fo
the blindthe gardensthe blind5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stretch their green arms toward the fields
like a river passing the torch
to the great blue of the ocean.
steady now, the hyacinths lean north
like an army of men, listening
to a young boy and girl speaking of love
as if they have found some sort of treasure.
it is the first day of spring to them:
the flowers stand, salute the sky,
and blossom as if undressing,
vulnerable but stern.
and as the blind dream
of what they have never seen, you dream
of what you have never allowed yourself to see.
The Players' EpilogueSUPERFLUOUS CHARACTER X: That was all very well, of course; exceedingly tragic, you know, positively heart-wrenchingThe Players' Epilogue8 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
SUPERFLUOUS CHARACTER Y: I wouldnt go that far.
X: But what about us? I mean, what are we, pond scum or something?
Y: I do believe were the comic relief.
X: No farewell speech, no rending cry of pain at the end of lifenothing but a snicker from that brat of a protagonist in celebration of his infinite cleverness at having our poor heads whacked off instead of his own. He, of course, gets two pages of script on which to elaborate. And what do we get? Diddly. As usual.
Y: I would have been happy with a short monologue. You know, earlier on.
X: (Sighing.) But, alas, it could only have been a dialogue of sorts. For we are but Siamese twins in this grand play of life. Where one goes, the other must follow closely on. What one says, the other must echo in due fashion.
Y: Siamese twins? But were
X: I was being metaphorical
Winner does not take allThe winner takes it all, and yet I'll watch you fall.Winner does not take all4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Standing on the podium you raise yourself up tall.
While the one who helped you up is here, standing small.
You scoop up your pale prize, scattering your lies.
Basking in adoration of those who saw your rise.
You looked to future aspirations but I saw future sighs.
You won so many things, your cups and trophies glitter.
Forgot that I was always there, as our kisses became litter.
You wanted independence and this left me so bitter.
But now your days are past, you can no longer run.
You turn regretful thoughts back and want me for some fun.
But you stumbled once too often, so with me you have not won.
Your horizons were so broad, but things you could not see.
You ran the game of life in your adventure to be free.
You may have been a winner, but this time - not with me.
Basics of Make UpBasics of Make Up5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Basics of Make Up!
A lot of people asked to give them advice about how to do make up, so I collected the important things. But I'm not saying that eyeryone should do it in this way, I just want to give some help.
So here you go :
Some advices for choosing your make up-type:
- first, you need to make sure which colours fit your skintone! For example, if you have a bit darker skintone, brown hair and brown eyes, never use blue eyeshadow on the upper eyelids! It's very important, you don't want to look tasteless. Apply the colour and ask your friends, how does it look on you, or ask a professional.
Simple or Dramatic?
- unfortunately dramatic make up with bright colours and bold eyeliner doesn't fit everyone. Make sure you didn't overdo your everyday look.
- so which shade emphasize your eyecolour? Examine the colour wheel: the complementer colours are in front of each other, they're opposites (green-red, blue-orange, yellow-purple) they emphasize each other. You ca
Classified:S.S.D. IntroClassified: Seras's Secret DiaryClassified:S.S.D. Intro4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Secrets are made to be found out with time."-Charles Sanford
"I feel terrible for doing this." Walter announced with a sigh as he opened the chamber doors of Seras Victoria's bedroom with one of keys.
The Hellsing Butler opened the door slightly while the other figure next to him walked past him and entered the young Draculina's room
"Okay I know this is kinda wrong in so many levels but we are doing this for her own good! "
Captain Pip Bernadotte reasoned while immediately walking around the bedroom to look for anything out of the ordinary.
Walter shook his head.
"I understand we are both concerned about Miss Victoria lately but isn't this a little extreme? I mean breaking into a young woman's bedroom without her permission in order to get some evidence to help us find out the cause of her recent gloomy behavior seems rather...desperate right?"
Pip laughed as he saw the butler's face. Clearly he
GlobalThe world is a stage,Global4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not quite a cage.
Even when alone,
we feel prone.
or hear a sound.
Its not paranoia,
this goes higher.
Were feeling there gaze,
in our pink cloud haze.
What we percieve,
is where were decieved.
All weve been taught,
is how weve been bought.
Well go round again,
like its a trend.
The world is a stage,
not quite a cage.
Exclusivity 46Exclusivity 46Exclusivity 464 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Inuyasha.
Sesshoumaru stared quietly at the fire, lost in his thoughts, though he was quite well aware of his surroundings, and his pack's safety. Especially one certain part of it...
It was thoughts of her, that had sent his mind into the past.
Unfortunately, most of his past, particularly the portions of his past that featured his parents, wasn't pleasant... and those things were were playing in his mind, as he worried over ending up like his father and mother or at least, that Kagome would continue to fear such a thing.
"I should not be so surprised that you have chosen to take a lover, I suppose," his mother had said bitterly to his father. "But now that you have, do not return to me. I will not share, and if you wish to have her, then you will not have me."
He remembered his father's anger, and his mother's bitterness, the arguments that had occurred when h
Ebb and Flow, Ch 2I hereby disclaim all rights and responsibilities of the characters in this story...except for Obaa-san. All credit goes to the original creators and authors of these sometimes frustrating characters.Ebb and Flow, Ch 24 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ebb and Flow
InuYasha coughed and choked on the dust, still on his knees from whatever sort of spell the hag threw his way. He cursed repeatedly before gaining his feet on wobbly legs, using Tetsusaiga as a crutch. It took a moment before he realized that something wasn't right. Violet eyes surrounded by midnight hair stared down at blunted human nails gripping an untransformed and battered sword. He cursed again, pulling his hair in front of his face to make sure. His calloused hands felt the top of his head, looking for the dog-ears so adored by many females only to find them missing.
The growl that worked its way out of his chest failed to sound vicious in anyway as he stumbled towards the old woman.
"What the hell did you do to me?!" the now-human boy railed. His tirade w
The Reference Ch. 5The ReferenceThe Reference Ch. 55 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chapter 5: Chinese Food and Dreams
"What do you mean you're going out on a date?" Jareth asked, staring at Sarah from across the kitchen table.
"It means that, while it's none of your business, I'm going out with a person of the opposite gender for a couple hours tomorrow night for dinner and drinks," Sarah replied setting down her carton of Moo Shu pork.
Jareth frowned and took a bite of Kung Pao chicken. "Who is the lucky gentleman?"
She chewed slowly, taking her time before answering, "Todd, my ex-boyfriend."
He gave her a pointed look, his unasked question hanging clearly in the air, why?
"He said he's changed. I think everyone deserves a second chance." Jareth raised an eyebrow. "You blew your second chance by going through my things."
"Really? Is it that awful? If you would just tell me what's going on I might not have gone through your room."
"Don't you try to shift the blame around ont