.a world in black and white 11.a world in black and white 113 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.
Human, BeingHuman, Being4 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 143 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
The Last Memory: Touko and NThe Last Memory: Touko and N3 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
Writer's BlockWaking up at three o'clock,Writer's Block3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with this dreaded writers block.
It mocks me sitting on my paper,
maybe I'll write something later.
Tired of making words that rhyme,
I really just don't have the time.
Rhyme, grammar, emotion, meter,
maybe I'll stick to being a reader.
That line doesn't fit in that verse,
putting that word in makes it sound worse.
Can't think of anything to say,
my thoughts are all in shades of grey.
Imagery is overrated,
big words are so outdated.
Why does inspiration avoid me?
I'm very uncreative, you see.
I can't think of another line,
I can't make another rhyme.
So for now, writer's block, goodbye,
I'll be back tommorow for another try.
Ex - Boyfriend, Ex - GirlfriendEx – Boyfriend, Ex – GirlfriendEx - Boyfriend, Ex - Girlfriend1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I still love her smile; I still smile for him
Why did I let her go?; Why did I walk away?
She needed her space; I thought I needed space
She needs her freedom; I need him back
I need her; He needs time
She's happy; I'm shattered
I'm broken; He's okay
I'm still waiting; He'd moved on
She's moving on; I can't let him go
I still love her; I'd lost him forever.
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
Fluttershy Character ReviewReviewing the character of Fluttershy is certainly no easy task. After all, she's arguably the most-loved character within the show and the certified fan-favourite for many, so much so that criticising her character would lead to a lot of dissent amongst the masses. Indeed, finding something mean to say about Fluttershy would be reductive and not terribly necessary, as anyone who has watched "Friendship is Magic" for more than ten minutes knows how adorably sweet she is. And, in a show that actively promotes friendship, kindness and positivity, it would be counter-productive to insult Fluttershy, when she is the greatest embodiment of everything that the show represents.Fluttershy Character Review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
But what is it about Fluttershy that makes her so appealing to many? It could be her graceful appearance: a subtle and soft yellow with the trademark long, pink tail and mane which serves as a protective barrier that she can frequently hide behind. After all, that namesake, Fluttershy, is not without merit, for her shy
The Night Will Last Forever 2The Night Will Last Forever 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Night Will Last Forever
Chapter 2: Setting Sun
Ponyville was in a state of panic. The mayor had called a state of emergency, recruiting every Pegasus pony in town to form search parties to look for Princess Celestia.
The Princess had gone missing, and nobody had seen her since her Royal Guards escorted her to her private living quarters to prepare for her appearance at the Summer Sun Celebration. And since Ponyville was the last place she was seen, some ponies feared that the rest of the throne would blame their town for her disappearance.
Pegasus flew in every direction, unicorns used magic spells to try and locate a trail that might lead them to her, and earth ponies ran to and from the mayor's office carrying out orders that came left and right.
Every pony in Ponyville was either running to find the Princess or running to go hide. Some ponies stopped to wonder what had happened to the party that went out to the Everfree Forest, when they succeed with getting the Elements
It Gets Better (My Story)Hello, my name is Cas, and this is my story.It Gets Better (My Story)2 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
Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #10, 11, 12Brony Advice: Your Questions Answered #10, 11, 122 years ago in Editorial More Like This
#10) I know a brony who legally changed his name to that of a pony. What's up with that?
Answer: Some fans are really extreme when it comes to how much they like the show/fandom. Some love it so much that they're willing to do irrational things, one of which is changing your name legally to that of a pony. At that point, you're most likely taking things too far. I'm all for expressing yourself and feeling free to behave however you wish (as long as it doesn't impact on others), but the primary issue with the pony-name thing, apart from the inherent ridicule that'll arise from it, seems to be lasting appealing.
Consider that the show won't be around forever. Whether it lasts for another year or two, it's highly unlikely that you'll be watching new "Friendship is Magic" episodes in 2020. By that point, it's reasonable to assume that the fandom will have slowed down a heck of a lot. Logic suggests that when episodes stop being produced, interest in the show will dwindle; som
For Want of a Dawn - Chapter 25EpilogueFor Want of a Dawn - Chapter 252 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sunshine spilled onto the viridian lawn as the morning sun crested over the battlements of the old castle, causing the dew still clinging to the blades to sparkle before evaporating. Twilight trotted down the steps from the south doors to enjoy a leisurely morning stroll through the gardens, as she used to do in days gone by when she recovered from being upset.
Predictably, Princess Celestia had not been there when she had awakened, nor was she down at breakfast in the royal dining room. An invitation to eat there was a lifetime affair, and it was far better than sitting with the rest of the staff awkwardly in her usual corner table while not talking to any pony. She might have learned how to make friends, but that did not stop the castle staff from being just a little skittish around her, being the personal student to a living goddess and all.
The mare looked at her surroundings as she walked, flashing back to her fight with the queen tyrant occasionally when a bush or
Expedition Letters to GraceDear Grace,Expedition Letters to Grace3 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
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...4 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
Spark Chapter 8Chapter 8Spark Chapter 83 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The tables were beginning to turn. Twilight was finding more time between Celestia's attacks. Celestia still underestimated her, after all this. Twilight understood now. She had access to the plane of magic - and more than that, she was home there. Part of her mind stayed on that plane, sensing what it could. Celestia's attacks were easier to spot from there. Occasionally the alicorn moved through the sunlight, meager as it was, but Twilight could trace her. In fact, when she did that, Twilight began to figure things out. She could feel the magical shroud around Celestia. The shell she wore. It came from the elements of harmony, and Twilight was beginning to see how the elements could be used to break it, just as they had with Nightmare Moon. There was one piece missing, however. Twilight needed to find the Celestia, the real Celestia, inside the prison. The real Luna had still be inside, strong enough to endure, but she worried that if she destroyed Celestia, she would truly
Benefit Of The ChildFulfilment and regret surfaces with this day,Benefit Of The Child4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am approved as a foster parent; I'm heading the right way,
I have a large house; it's empty with just me,
This I can share and some aspects of how I be,
I have knowledge to pass on,
Creating an environment for this child to belong,
The child enters; I first share my name,
The child looks and believes we are the same,
However I am given one rule,
My partner can only appear when the child is at school,
I comply, wanting the child to feel at home,
Why can I only be myself when alone?
Holding my partner, love we exchange to one another,
The child arrives home early, I act like my partner is my brother,
Fulfilment and regret surfaces with this day,
I, a foster parent hiding the fact I'm gay.
fairytales"Mira, if you don't open this door this instant, I'm going to break through your window."fairytales3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Peter, I'm reading."
"Tell me something I don't know. I'm serious. Open the door. We're going out. As in outside. As in into the real world."
"I can't. I'm just getting"
"To the good part. I know. And I don't really care right now. For the last time, open the door."
"No, Peter! I'm sick of you telling me what to do."
"You're being unfair, and we both know it. There's only one thing I ever tell you to do and you ignore me anyways, so it's irrelevant."
"I reserve the right to make my own judgments. I'm an adult."
"No, you're not. You're like some starry-eyed kindergartener. Stuck inin a fairytale world!"
"Then my fairytale world suits me just fine."
"Mira. Please. The rest of the world is moving on without you. Grow up."
"You know what's unfair, Peter Killinger? You telling me to 'grow up' all the time when you only treat me like a little kid!"
"Don't slam things around. What are
Meant To Be FooledI've believed in youMeant To Be Fooled2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Believed for so long
Believed in your smile
The one you gave me all along
I thought that this friendship
Would last forever
Like a Sun
To be destroyed never
It was meant for me
To be fooled so badly
Like Sun before storm
You left me, sadly
No space left for me
In your little heart
Dark clouds came over
And faith broke apart
Cold look like a knife
Has cut into me
You're afraid of my love
I can see
Maybe I could've
Hold you in my arms?
Maybe you'd still look me
Softly in the eyes?
The dream of us together
Why it can't be true?
Is it because we're women
Me and you?
I won't believe
Is it really that way?
That my words of love
Have scared you away?
You fear the dream
People want to come true
These few sweet words
"I love you"
On God and gaysDear Mister.On God and gays3 years ago in Letters More Like This
You know who you are.
You wonder why I sat so quietly when my mother insisted that we get together and talk. I chewed my Orange Julius straw to bits, but you just kept babbling on. A few times, you even paused. Thinking that I might say something. I'm glad I did my eyeliner the way I did that day. I think it gave a good effect when I took the time to narrow my eyes at you over the table.
I'm not sure what my mother thought talking to you might do. Maybe she thought that you would convince me that being gay is wrong. Maybe she thought I would believe it when you told me that it was a choice. That I wasn't born the way I was, God didn't create me this way. I chose it for myself. Crazy hormones, you know?
Using your seemingly favorite phrase bull shit.
You aren't the first Christian that I've met that thinks that being gay is against the bible. But you were the only one who thought that it was your duty to shove that message down my throat. You told me that God would nev
Freelancer WisconsinFreelancer Wisconsin2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Sheryl Faith O'Conner
Alias: Freelancer Agent Wisconsin
Callsign: Trident 5
Appearance: Stands at 5ft 11in, weighs 194lb without armour, thin build, medium brown hair tied into a side ponytail, deep brown eyes
Personality: Wisconsin is one of the more reliable of the Freelancers: she takes her job seriously, and does not accept insubordinate behaviour. She follows orders without question, and swears to herself that she will not let anyone die in her arms.
Fatal Flaw: Like most medics in the military, Wisconsin is deeply affected when she fails to save a soldier.
Freelancer Story: Wisconsin was originally a medic aboard the Mother of Invention, healing Freelancers if they were wounded. However, she was soon pressed into combat, and demonstrated excellent abilities to heal wounds in battle. As such, she was assigned to Idaho's squad as medic.
Armour: Like almost all of Idaho's squad, Wisconsin offered to test the latest
HatterDrink from my cupHatter8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sit in my chair
I must find a new kettle
and the march hare.
run fly and fall.
Quick back to tea
take a sip
perhaps a bit of sugar
a pot of tea
no time to waste
no time to waste to race
its always time for tea.
A dash of honey
a lump of suger
and a guest for tea.
trade with the hare
but dont forget the tea.
All life for tea
you me and tea.
Tea by the pot
sweet wonderful tea.
But remember you must have tea
Its not quite tea time
or a pot of grey
nor a party without me.
No tea without a Mad Hatter.
Waking UpOnce again I was sitting in his car,Waking Up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the fourth time,
It was me and the guys from class.
The music was loud, with lots of bass.
I was smiling, having a great time.
And just like the last times,
I also felt like one of the guys this time.
Laughing at their jokes,
Ones that girls usually just think of as stupid,
Or that girls usually don't see the humor in.
I also felt more comfortable and entertained.
Because I felt like I was where I belong.
I was actually one of the guys, a guy.
I looked down,
And I noticed something I hadn't noticed the other times.
I was sitting in the backseat,
And since it was a full car,
My leg was right beside one of the guys'.
I've always been told I'm tall,
and I am,
compared to most girls.
My legs, which had always been so long,
Were suddenly so short.
My knees which I had always thought was a tad too big,
Were suddenly so small.
Both had suddenly gotten so small,
so round, not fat,
just so womanly.
His legs were so lon