The Cute... and GrabbyThe Cute and GrabbyThe Cute... and Grabby1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They look so very cute and meek.
They'll clean you out within a week!
The lock's pried off your liquor store!
Your jewels scattered on the floor!
When they wake up--they'll do yet more!
So darling when they stare at you...
And you can't guess what they will do...
They take your treasures from their cases
Go bowling with your heirloom vases!
They lack all the social graces!
Did you enjoy that soup tureen?
On every floor, their prints are seen...
You search them to see what they've got!
Catch them, find they weigh a lot!
ALL UPHOLSTERY IS SHOT!
Do you like frescoes on your walls?
A fragile object teeters, falls...
The bathwater has just gone black!
The bathtub has a brand-new crack!
Next time, use a rock and sack!
They wake up quite late at night...
Wake YOU with a sudden bite!
When you walk, you push an
.a world in black and white 11.a world in black and white 114 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Samurott, Aerial Ace!" ordered Touko as soon as Green gave the signal to begin. If Red's Pokémon was indeed a fighting type, then that move should be super-effective. Samurott wasted no time in launching himself at his target with speed.
"Catch it, Poli." The Pokémon he called "Poli" grabbed Samurott's sword in its large fist and lifted him off the ground with ease, stopping the attack. Samurott's legs flailed helplessly in the air as he struggled to free himself. "Seismic Toss."
As Poli started to spin her Samurott in circles, gaining momentum with each turn, Touko searched her brain for a solution to this dilemma. Red had just used her own attack against her. 'Think... think...' Touko let her mind drift back to the strange island that she and N had visited the day before. In the clearing with the flowers, N had spun her in a similar fashion. She recalled the clear image of his face while the rest of the world rushed around them. 'That's it!' Samuro
Draft 1 Chapter 1. The change,Draft 1 Chapter 1. The change,2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
he morning blazing threw my
living room windows. Dust particles are dancing in the rays of light,
to some unheard song. As I sit here in the shadows at my small dining
table. With its dishes from past meals. With its lonely chair I
now sit in. I can’t help to think of my life and what has
passed before my eyes in my 40 years.
What has my life come to? What were the highs and lows? Is there
meaning to my life? If I die today. Would anyone miss me? Is there
more to this life. All questions we all have to ask our selves at
some point in our lives.
Two years after the car
accident. Losing my marriage of 20 years and my two kids. Two
lovely daughters. Smart as whips and always made me smile. Now this
house feels empty. No cheerful screams or bitter tears that can only
come from youth.
Come Back To Me 15Come Back To Me 154 years ago in Romance More Like This
I gasped at the beautiful ring, "N what-" I started until he pressed his finger to my lips. I was sitting on top of him now.
"Will you marry me?" he smiled. I burst into tears of joy.
"Duh, I'll marry you!" I screeched as I hugged him. He laughed and let out a breath he was holding. He took the ring out of the box and placed it onto my finger. The emeralds were the exact color of his eyes. He kissed me as the doorbell rang. We both looked towards my bedroom door. I hopped off of him as he groaned and let me go. I pulled on my clothes and didn't even bother to fix my hair or cover my hickey.
Who should care anymore? The boy who gave me it is marrying me!
I blew N a kiss before rushing down the stairs. I swung open the door and on the other side was Black. He smiled as he shoved a box into my face.
"Here," he laughed as he made his way
Human, BeingHuman, Being5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
There was a time, not long ago, I would have given anything to be something else.
Ever since I was little I wanted to be an animal. It didn't really matter what animal, as long as it was an animal. Animals were beautiful effortlessly, it seemed to me, and oh so deserving of love, admiration, respect, and affection. I was not. I was less than perfect, unlovable as a little girl, and so I sought to be an animal. It had to be better than being a human, especially a chubby little girl who nobody understood.
As I grew, I centered my life around this belief, that it would be better to be other. At first it was unicorns and horses, then it was the fiery power of dragons, and finally the mysterious grace of wolves. I thought that if I could somehow learn the ways of wolves, perhaps I might find a way to become one of them someday. Perhaps I could find four feet and race into the wilderness
Come Back To Me 14Come Back To Me 144 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"W-White," N sobbed through his tears. I'm not used to N crying. I have to admit, I didn't know what to do.
"N," I repeated. I looked at the letters that were all over my floor. I'd used letters to vent my feelings when he was gone. I could never have told him how messed up I really was without him. I couldn't make him feel bad. Yet I had. He had found the one thing I never wanted anyone but me to see.
There were still many more letters in the box. I'd written one for each day he wasn't with me. There had to be over six hundred letters. It seemed as if he had already read twenty. I stepped over the letters as I made my way to him.
"White I'm so s-sorry," he stuttered as I knelt down to him. Seeing him like this ripped my heart. I couldn't bear it. I felt a tear run down my face.
"Don't be," I sighed as I wrapped him in my embrace. As we sat there he melted into th
Encounter: Chapter 5Damn, it's been 5 days since Altaïr woke up from the coma thingy. The 14th day in this fucked up hospital. Altaïr is doing fine now, and Lucy feels better about it too. I'm glad. But what's gonna happen next? When are we busting ass out of here? I mean, it's not like I want to go back to Abstergo, but I feel like there is something needed to be done there. I dunno. I don't know what.Encounter: Chapter 55 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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Why the hell am I writing this? I mean, noting down how I'm feeling shit. Well, there is nothing else to do other them sit down and scribble. It's only taking up very little time... I'm bored to death... Actually, Altaïr talks to us a lot. He tells me and Lucy stories about himself: places he has been to, his childhood, what is was like back in his time, his life as an assassin. I really think that he's an interesting guy... there's this feel about him. It's different. Everything is OK now but I still feel that there is something going on still in Ab
two:string.He asked her out with, of all things, a piece of string.two:string.5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Or rather, five pieces of string, deposited on her desk over a week. She didnt find out until long after how theyd gotten onto her desk in the first place.
She thought the first one, a heart made of a two-inch snip of thread, had been a rare thoughtful gift from her brother. When questioned, hed asked her politely if she was crazy.
Not her brother, then.
It was followed the next day by a simple picture of a sun, draped in vibrant orange thread across one of her papers. In the mail that afternoon was a panorama of a mountain range, silhouetted against a gorgeous sunset. A tree appeared on Tuesday, artfully done for string art. Leaning against her door when she went outside was a package, which contained a black and white photo of a forest.
She woke up the next day to find eleven translations of love written in string on the bare glass of her desk, which was too much. She went downstairs and startled h
Hitchhiker Entry on MosquitoesHitchhiker Entry on Mosquitoes7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Encyclopaedia Galactica tells us that mosquitoes are small creatures part of the insect family that go around sucking the blood of animals so that they can breed and grow. It continues on to say that there must have been an evolutionary reason this bug was created, as all things have a purpose.
The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, however, begins its entry on mosquitoes by calling the Encyclopaedia Galactica the encyclopaedia for God loving, environmentalist bastards who need to think that everything has a purpose so that they can survive in life, and after a few more degrading words to the opposing repository for all knowledge and wisdom, such as how much better the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy has been selling and claiming for several pages that the Encyclopaedia Galactica staff consist of cannibals who eat babies for breakfast, lunch and tea, it goes on to say that mosquitoes are quite possibly the most annoying things in the universe.
Mosquitoes, it s
The Last Memory: Touko and NThe Last Memory: Touko and N4 years ago in Settings More Like This
He left me.
Left me where I was standing after Cheren and Alder left.
After the Sages ran away.
After Team Plasma went missing.
He left me at the castle window.
The window that stood open to the world where he flew away on Zekrom's back. How could he? After everything? After everything that has happened? His words rang in my head, the color of his eyes and hair and lips stuck in my mind.
He left me.
The words ran loud and banged around in my head, like drums. Each word getting its own note. Reshiram stood behind me, watching the evening sky from the window just like me. He was long gone, nowhere in sight and having no place to go. I stumbled back away from the window and ran into his throne. I slammed my back into the golden throne and slowly slid my
the passage of timein that moment you fancied that you could hear her heart, each beat enough to shake the ground beneath you both. you imagined that the bass-hum of music was the slow labor of her muscles, rhythm and rhyme. you wondered if it would go on beating foreverif she were somehow keeping the time of the universe. slow. slow. slow.the passage of time3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
half-light threw the topography of her bones into relief, and for long moments you watched the pulse at her throat. slow. slow. slow. it made no leaps, no bounds, nothing but the measured march. slow. slow. slow.
you thought about touching her, wanted to discover if you could make that heartbeat race. your fingers reached into the space between. slow. slow. slow.
she shifted, and sighed, and slept on, and the shadows tumbled into the hollows and stayed. the thread of her pulse murmured, and was lost.
the bass rumbled and the grass around you answered, whispering in the breeze. you let your hand fall. slow. slow. slow.
Like Lightning and WaterInfamous 2 | Like Lightning and WaterLike Lightning and Water3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The swamps of New Marais, in spite of the mutants, the Militia, and of course the mosquitoes as big as your pinky finger, sure were pretty just after sunset. From the stone overhang of the plantation, his back to the street, facing the shadowy bayou, Cole spotted yellow fireflies, moths flitting about in the streetlights (if he bothered to look), silver mist rolling in off the ocean, and blue-gray water painted with the hues of the sunset. The place reeked of swamp water, but it was a little bit more bearable than normal the stench of wood smelled sweet, and the peeling, damp bark of the palms was oddly comforting. What monsters there were hung around in the shadows or lounged in the shallows, paying him no heed whatsoever. The sky glowed a soft, tarnished gold in the west, with shades of pink and orange in the clouds; only a faint bit of scarlet hung visible in the northeast. And except for the chirp of crickets, the slap of s
KyuubiXNarutoNaruto/Kyuubi: How can this be?KyuubiXNaruto7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How can this be? How could the most powerful creature in all of mythology, have feelings for a mere mortal? Kyuubi ran the questions through his conscious again and again, and each time he could not come up with an answer that made sense. Every instinct of his roared in protest. It went against every point of logic that he possessed. He couldnt afford to be emotionally bound to such a lowly creature, especially one that seemed to need his help every time he got in a drastic situation. The idea of him even having such emotions was preposterous. But .no, there was no getting around it. Despite the amount of reasons he could come up with for hating the boy, the reasons he loved him would overwhelm every instinct, every rational thought, and he would be lost in a euphoric sense of bliss.
There was something about the boy that simply .entranced him. Although the boy was weak compared to many shinobi that he had slain in his passed, and require
KotOR: AtoningKotOR-Flyboys-Club Challenge: AtonementKotOR: Atoning6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And he felt like he would explode.
At the moment of revelation, he had barely withheld a brutal punch to the smooth skin of her face as everything came flooding back, all the death, destruction, the stinging odor of burning buildings and the putrid stench of scorched flesh and blood. Looking at her and seeing someone else brought back the horrid, long-despised memories of the way the colony looked when he had arrived, the way his breath had whooshed from his lungs when he had seen his house, pummeled and reduced to little more than a heap of rubble. It brought back the bitterly sore woun
tangere: to touchtangere: to touch6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dance with me, he says, and offers his hand.
But I dont know this song, she says, looking doubtfully at him from her chair.
I do. And anyways the gentleman is supposed to lead. She laughs.
All right then. But are you sure?
You should be ashamed of yourself, he says severely. Dont you have any faith?
In you? No. But she takes his hand even as she speaks and lets him help her up. He grins like a boy.
Ah, quite the daredevil, to do such a terrifying thing as dancing, and with a man you dont even trust.
I was always a fool, she tells him, with a smile that crinkles the corners of her eyes.
If You Give a Bitch A Llama...If you give a bitch a llama, she's going to ask for a fave.If You Give a Bitch A Llama...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you give her the fave, she'll probably ask you for a watch.
When she's finished being a whiny bitch, she'll ask you if you know anybody cool. Then she'll want to look through your friends to see if there's anyone she can bitch at.
When she looks through your friends, she might notice that all your friends are awesome.
So she'll probably ask you for a feature.
When you've given her a feature, she'll want you to tell her how awesome she is.
She'll start posting single word comments on everything you upload.
She might get carried away and fave every fucking thing in your gallery.
She may even end up devwatching all your friends as well!
When she's on her period, she'll probably start crying on moaning on your page for no reason.
You'll have to put up with that shit, because if you block her, she'll make an alternate account in order to piss you off some more.
She'll seep into your cyberworld, make herself comfortable and pis
The Next Great Vamp NovelTHE NEXT GREAT VAMPIRE NOVEL (OMGLIEKYAY 8D - read artist's comments purty please)The Next Great Vamp Novel6 years ago in Humor More Like This
There once was a girl named May. I do not know why her name was May; it just was. Maybe it was her grandmother's name, or her mother's favorite month. But no one really cares why her name is May, so we will move on. At the time of this story, May was seventeen-going-on-legal, and she was mature. She never whined. She had to move to a new town, but that was fine because she was flexible. And mature. Did I mention mature? Anyway, she was unnoticed on her first day of school; nobody invited her to their lunch table. Nobody liked her. Nobody at all. Yes, really. No guys fell head-over-heels instantly for her (shocking), but that was okay with May. She was not obsessed with boys. She had hobbies to keep her bus
Expedition Letters to GraceDear Grace,Expedition Letters to Grace4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You told me, back when we were visiting Peru and I was feeling down, that I would eventually find my calling in life. I write to you now to tell you, quite happily, that I have.
I can't explain much about it at the moment, only that my sudden absence from the university is for a reason. As I write, I am currently en route to New York City, to visit their museums and get a taste of the culture. I told you before how I wanted to visit New York while I had the chance, and now I travel with purpose.
I will say now, that while what I am about to do may seem strange to you, even mad, I can promise you that I am of sound mind and am determined to see my ambition through. Never before have I felt so strongly about the rightness of my decision. I will explain more in time. All I can tell you now is that I am launching my own expedition, and that it will be unorthodox, to say the least. I write you because you are my oldest and dearest friend, and I feel I can trust you.
Give my best
Night of the Monster: PrologueNight of the Monster: Prologue5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
NIGHT OF THE MONSTER
An alarm clock buzzed loudly, filling the silent bedroom with its annoying sound. For a moment it kept going on with its artificial warble until a hand reached out to lazily punch a button on the clock. The alarm fell silent immediately, and the hand flopped limp over the edge of a bed that stood right beside a small night table where the alarm clock was. The blanket on the bed shifted and a lock of red hair crept out. A forehead followed soon along with a pair of closed eyes. One of them opened just slightly, looking for something nonexistent in the dark. An irritated frown formed on the brow and the head slid back into the warm safety of the blanket.
Five more minutes a tired voice mumbled and the blanket shifted again. Suddenly the room was full of noise again. The hand darted to the alarm clock, pounding the beaten machine. It did no good, though, as it wasn
Sinusitis: A HaikuNasal cavitySinusitis: A Haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Fascinating petrie dish
A mucoid rainbow
building with the broken.by now youve become just another name in my address book.building with the broken.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seven letters used to jump out at me when i flipped through the h-i-j-ks;
your four syllables leapt to my tongue
and i blushed as i tried to spit out your consonants.
your vowels tripped over my teeth.
and you used to know me so well you could name every freckle on my body.
now im afraid you dont even notice the smudges under my eyes
where insomnia pressed his wretched thumbs
to hold me still as he
kissed me deep and stayed the night.
if you never wanted me, why didnt you just tell me so?
i still remember the night you squeezed me so hard my heart popped like a bubble.
you could have fashioned me a new one out of liquid soap and a plastic wand,
but you said you had no air left in your lungs.
you take my breath away, you said.
and i guess that last breath-stealing kiss was a punishment of sorts.
if i took your breath, shouldnt i have twice as much?
You Know You Write Too Much...You Know You Write Too Much When...You Know You Write Too Much...6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
. . . when you find it scary that you're the same age as one of your charactersonly she has two boyfriends and you have none.
. . . when that fact depresses you, even a little.
. . . when every waking minute is consumed by ravenous plot bunnies.
. . . when you carry a tattered, scribble-filled notebook with you everywhere for fear of being unable to write down any ideas that may strike while you're at Wal-Mart.
. . . when going to the airport and walking through the terminal makes you wonder about another character of yours and if her dad would let her go globetrotting alone.
. . . when the answer to that question is "YEP!"
. . . when you know that that same character would get to travel in Daddy's private jet, too.
. . . when you realize that ANOTHER of your story characters nearly died in a car wreck when she was only a little older than you.
. . . when you find yourself constantly editing and rewriting things because you're plagued wi
It Gets Better (My Story)Hello, my name is Cas, and this is my story.It Gets Better (My Story)3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Growing up, I never heard or knew much of the LGBT community. I was a church-going girl, a strong Christian, and I was blindly taught by my family how things were and how to live life. I remember once asking a member of my family why two men or two women could not marry one another, and the answer that I was told was 'because gay people cannot stay in long-term relationships, and if they could get married then they would all just be getting divorced all the time'. At the time it did not sound right to me, but I did not question.
In the third grade, my parents had a horrible divorce. My father was sick of the stress that my mother's constant illnesses caused, and he was tired of dealing with her mood-swings which had lead to her attempting suicide three times while I was a child. I was taken from my home in the country and moved to a somewhat larger city with my mother and grandparents. During this time, my father got back into theater. He wo