Poradnik - jak napisac romans paranormalnyJak napisać romans paranormalnyPoradnik - jak napisac romans paranormalny2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Trafiło się nam żyć w takich czasach, że napisanie poczytnej książki tudzież bloga jest łatwiejsze niż kiedykolwiek— wystarczy być człowiekiem jako tako piśmiennym, mieć Worda i dostęp do internetów. Niestety, ta jakże piękna idea równości wobec tworzenia literatury rozbiła się o kant dupy w momencie, gdy światło dzienne ujrzał Zmierzch. Niejaka Stefa M., gospodyni domowa, matka trojga dzieci, absolutnie nienastawiona na robienie kariery, spisuje swój sen, tworząc na jego kanwie jeden z największych bestsellerów w historii literatury — może być coś bardziej motywującego? Wszak ludzie lecą na takie kopciuszkowe historie.
Jak bardzo Bellissima, Eduardo i Alpaka przemówili do rzesz czytelników można się przekonać przechadzając się po Empiku i zachodząc
SPN - GoodbyeEven as Gabriel stepped closer to Lucifer, sword in hand, he knew it was futile. He could put on a good show, confident and fearless, but he knew he wouldn't survive the night. He knew what was coming. He knew how it would end. He'd seen it.SPN - Goodbye5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And yet, he was still surprised when Lucifer suddenly turned and grabbed his sword, forcing it downward.
Gabriel made a small, odd sound of pain, looking up at his big brother, expression that of shock and pain.
"Amateur hocus-pocus?" Lucifer muttered, holding Gabriel close, "Don't forget, you learned all your tricks from me, little brother."
Gabriel's eyes were screaming no, no, no, please, no, take it out, it hurts, big brother please stop hurting me but Lucifer wasn't stopping why wasn't he stopping? instead he drove the sword in deeper no please big brother stop-! and Gabriel screamed, his Grace exploding out of his eyes and mouth as he briefly dwindled between existing and not existing, before falling into oblivion.
cruel love Does he see how much it hurts me as he goes on and on about her? Obviously not since he continues on,oblivious to my pain. I try hard not to be jealous,but it's no use. The heart does what it does, despite what i want. Even though i know it makes things worst, I still stay around him. Despite the harm it does, I continue to shadow him, playing the role of best friend, waiting. It's February, Valentines is slowly approaching. I know soon he'll begin to tell me all about his plans for her,what he'll give her,what he'll say, and I'll just nod and smile, pretending it doesn't bother me. It's all lies. But I don't care. At least I can still see his smile. Sometimes i ask, why me? But I know there will never be an answer. So I'll continue smiling, laughing, lieing. Anything just to be able to see him everyday. He might not see how much it hurts, and he probably never will. But that's the path I chose when I decided to let myself love him. Besides, the hearcruel love4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
scavengers.scavengers.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
did you hear?
i remember back when the machine still breathed. when i close my eyes i can still taste her oil in my teeth.
when she rustled, i heard.
i am a reminder of the old city. common times all commonplace in the rubble of her breast.
i've still got her fight in me.
when the city ceased to be and all the weak were glazed, there was a war. a very small war, but it was war nonetheless. i fought this war. it was all selfish-- every man for himself. flesh versus metal, teeth and bone and blood versus gears and wires and synthetics. everyone was to blame. no one was at fault. it was not a question of who won. everyone lost.
she was hungry, then. a voracious cadaver. there was never enough life to lose.
i was a mercenary, a soldier for hire. a bounty hunter. in this utopia, our utopia, there was an underbelly full of worms, pissoir in colour at its deviate core.
i never disgusted myself before those first days.
scavengers, filter feeders. we spa
SummerlandThe candle is burningSummerland4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burning ever so fast
The flames seem to show
This prophecy tells
Of the wildest things
None would ever dare to dream of
A past, intertwined with the future
The present not heard of
As if the present did not exist
And a thought came to mind
This is but a dream...
No! It is not
It is foreseen that
The land will change
The sky will fall down to earth
Ever combining counterparts
To create the chemistry as it once was
And in harmony
A world, so divine
Where the human race could live
Next to elves, dwarves and what-not
A realm of fantasy, peace and love
A new world
Free of misery, pain and despair
Where none would ever eat the forbidden fruit
An earthly paradise
A place where our souls will find
What they have ever been looking for
Every soul will find it's anam cara
When all souls have learned
Their true purposes
And fulfilled them
Only then shall we meet this Utopia
All because and for youYou'll never know the pain you put me throughAll because and for you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All of the dark thoughts you put into my head
Then again maybe you do know .maybe you are proud of the pain you caused
I don't know what would be worse your ignorance or your knowledge
There is still so much you don't know about me You never will
Did you know every night I lie awake with tears running down my face It's because of you?
When I put my pillow over my head, wishing the fabric could suffocate me It only because I want my thoughts of you to end?
Every time I look at the picture of us I choke cause I couldn't make it work
Every time I am around you I feel like I'm a little more rotten on the inside
Every time my phone goes off I silently pray it isn't you cause I don't think I could get through the conversation without stuttering
You talk about a second chance all the time What does that even mean?
You want another chance to hurt me?
A chance to control me perhaps?
HerShe doesn't know where the true beautyHer4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath the ocean, or under the skies
It's all hidden with buried treasure
It goes on for miles never to be
If her spirit's a free one and her soul
cant be crushed
May she find herself to be true and
stay free of the lust
if she's falling catch and embrace her
suffer the words that will never break
the world won't destroy how much she
along the depths of any ocean breeze
nothing will hold her from reaching her
for no boy, no man, can rip her heart
at it's seams
she's seen daylight and night fall and
over come the worst
maybe this time someone new will put
SPN - I'm SorryI raised the shotgun, ready to shoot the thing that was hurting Sammy. Suddenly, I heard the door slam open behind me, and Dad's voice rang in my ears.SPN - I'm Sorry5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Get out of the way!"
I moved as Dad pushed me aside, and a shot rang out. The creature, old and wrinkled, snarled. Dad shot again, but the creature ran, racing for the window and vanishing into the darkness.
Dad sent off one more shot, before throwing the gun down onto Sam's bed and grabbing him.
"Sam? Sammy?" he said urgently, shaking him.
This is where you wake up Sammy! Wake up!
I stared in shock as my little brother didn't move, only breathed slowly, as Dad tried to wake him.
"No, Sammy! Come on!" dad buried his head in Sam's hair.
I couldn't move. My muscles locked in place and my hand tightened on the gun. No. Sam had to wake up. He had to be okay. This was all my fault.
Dad looked up at me. The anger and pain in his eyes scared me, and I dropped the shotgun.
"Where were you?" he growled.
"I...I just went out...I was only
EVICTED SONG CHORDSEVICTED SONG CHORDS5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
G C D
Finn and Jake Set out to find a new home
G C D G
But is gonna be tough For a kid and a dog on there own
OHSHC Tammy Chptr 2OHSHC Tammy Chptr 25 years ago in Drama More Like This
Haruhi just then snapped out of her shock and ran to Tammy for a hug. "Tammy! I never thought you would come to Ouran Academy!"
"Well that would explain why Tamare got in. If they are related then they should both be smart enough to get in," Kyouya smiled.
"And that explains why Tammy-Chan looked so familiar! Right Takashi?" Honey asked Mori
"Yaeh," Mori replied.
Tamaki was still in shock and was beginning to turn red. The hosts gathered around Tammy, while Tamaki held back. He got redder and redder with every word Tammy said.
"So you're Haru-Chan's cousin? Wow that's amazing! Too bad twins aren't here," Honey was looking over Tammy closely, while he was talking. "There is no doubt that you are Haru-Chan's cousin. You two look almost identical!"
"Well our dad's are twins," Tammy smiled really big.
"Aww! He's so cute!" Honey squealed. Tammy rolled his eyes and Haruhi laughed.
"Are you guy's blind? Tammy is a girl!" Haruhi and Tammy laughed together, while everyone else stood in a state
APH FF Wizyta u PolskiCzy widzieliście kiedyś konferencję?APH FF Wizyta u Polski5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Nie mówię tu o zwykłych konferencjach, gdzie najważniejsze osoby świata spotykają się, żeby poważnie dyskutować o sprawach w czystej teorii arcyważnych dla przyszłości pozostałych państw.
Nie mówię tu o G8 czy o Parlamencie Europejskim.
Nie mówię tu nawet o normalnych konferencjach w kraju.
Mowa tu o Konferencji Krajów.
Jedna właśnie odbywała się w Niezwykle-Tajnej-Bazie-Na-Nieznanej-Wyspie-Gdzieś-Koło-Ameryki* w wielkim budynku przypominającym bardziej Wersal niż cokolwiek innego. Sala, w której odbywała się owa "konferencja" aż kipiała od barokowych i rokokowych rzeźb, figur, obrazów, wazonów, kwiatów, krzeseł, stołu, służących i czego jeszcze dusza zapragnie. A że miała wymiary pudełka do zapałek 10000
Angel's Prayer: Even If TheyAngel's Prayer: Even If They...Angel's Prayer: Even If They6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Father I beg of You to listen to my prayer,
I beseech Thee to hear my words,
Forgive me the words, I shall speak,
Even more, my ignorance that may come with them
Forgive my brothers and sisters, Fallen,
Even though they do not forgive
Father, help them, I beg,
Even when they do not help
I love them, even though they do not love me
I cry for them, even if they do not cry for me
I feel pain for them, even if they do not feel my pain
I have sorrow for them, even if they have none for me
Do not hurt them, even as they hurt others
Do not let them bleed, even though they let others bleed
Do not let them be killed, even as they kill
Do not destroy them, even though they destroy
Father, I cry out these words to You,
I beg You, to be the One, to help me through
I ask of You what no other will,
I pray, let me be the one to lead them back to You
To wake them, from the deceitful slumber they created
To open their eyes, to their blindness
ADDI was I born with ADD.ADD5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The doctor said I was not going to be the smartest cookie in the cookie jar.
Not knowing how to do things properly.
Taking pills, to keep you focus.
What is ADD?
To me its, a gift.
To others its just a mental retardation problem.
Others may not have ADD.
But I have it.
Proof can be shown.
Even tho I don't look it.
I am in grade 12.
Finishing school with a diploma.
Going to college to become a video game designer.
I have found my one true calling,
Something that'll show the world
I am not a retard, I am like everybody else.
I was born with ADD,
And thanks to god
I have found my path through life.
We people with a mental problem,
are just the same as everyone else.
But we are special.
Special enough that we can fit in with anyone.
Hey Hey Hey!
I was born with ADD.
And I am a smart kid in my school.
Vampires 101Vampires 101 (according to me)Vampires 1016 years ago in Profiles More Like This
What are Vampires?
Vampires are ancient immortal creatures that date back to the Greeks. Back then they were considered godly beings who were worshiped, but over time they were cast away and treated like demons. Essentially, that is what a Vampire is at the core: a demon. After surviving thousands of years, their existence was forgotten, and man dismissed the Vampire fantasy as a myth, they are misinterpreted by Today, Hollywood portrays them as a classic vicious monstrous demons with no soul, which is partially true. While they do retain their souls, Vampires are extremely deadly if they choose to be, but most live fairly normal lives within society. Some, however, have been known to behave as most would believe; like a monster.
Vampires are technically dead. They have no heartbeat, their skin is cold to the touch and none of their bodily organs work, except for their digestive system and their brain. Their lungs
The Madness of King VoldemortVoldemort: Snape, why am I not loved?The Madness of King Voldemort6 years ago in Humor More Like This
I am that rare and awesome thing
I'm every inch a king
Yet I feel a twinge of doubt
As I go walk about
Wormtail: Hey, boss!
Voldemort: When my name is whispered through the pride
Is this talk of love or regicide?
Lucius Malfoy : Reggie who?
Voldemort: Oh tell me I'm adored
High Heels and Cowboy Boots 1High Heels and Cowboy boots.High Heels and Cowboy Boots 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Just like any other day. I wake up, take a shower, get into my clothes, and walk down the dirt path that seems to never end. I come to this small dried out island two times in the seven grueling days a week. Even though this island is full of non stop talking people, its actually peaceful and wide open. How the wind makes the grass seem like the ocean itself. How the air always smells like the sweet taste of new bloomed flowers. Everything is so vibrant here unlike the gray dull city. To me this island is my only escape from what is out there.
Eventually, I get to where I am needed. I open the door and the small, faint bell rings upon the opening of the door. I walk across the hall and sit down on the pile of hay and lean back. Around the corner comes one of my dealers. Though she seems almost like a relative of mine she is far from it. "Morning Vaughn how are you today?!" Chirped Mirabelle, the woman who runs this store. "Fine." I said with a groan. "I'm g
Dear Mummy and DaddyWhat can't you see now mummy?Dear Mummy and Daddy5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Yes this is me
What don't you recognise me?
Mummy? Don't say you don't know this freak
I am your own flesh and blood
Don't you see, this is what you made me
Don't scream now daddy
It is me, your little baby
No don't say maybe
For this is me
You don't see
This is what you made me
Scream in fear and fright
And I hope that when it's dark at night
I haunt you in every dream
I want to hear your scream
Oh that lovely sound
It will be all around
You will know that I is me
For it is I looking so horribly
I know now that you are terrified
So now be horrified
As your little baby
Your little child
Comes to say hello
Remember mummy, how I had to survive
I roamed the streets at night
Remember daddy, how you taught me how to fight
By beating me whenever you and mummy had a fight
I want you to remember those nights
And them horrid fights
For I will reap you of your sleep at night
Yes this is me, with the slice on my wrist
Yes this is me, the damned pessimist
Yes I have t
Fetch me a FertleFetch me a FertleFetch me a Fertle7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Go fetch me a Fertle, my beamish boy
That scuttle upon the moonlit sands
The neap tide calls them out tonight
To swim the seas to far off lands
Go fetch me a Fertle, darling child
Tis a strange, alluring little creature
Whose pearly shell upon its back
Is considered its most charming feature
But tread you carefully as you go
Theyre quick to startle, fast to flee
And should they hear your heavy step
Will scurry fast towards the sea
Take with you a lidded box
Lined with feathers deep inside
And if you chance to capture one
Place it in and let it hide
And as you bring it back to me
Sing a gentle lullaby
To calm its swiftly beating heart
For Fertles are so quick to cry
And once their Fertle tears do fall
They carry on until a time
When all youll have inside your box
Is nothing but a pool of brine
So sing a song to make it stay
And settle to captivity
Dont let the Fertle melt away
Oh, bring a Fertle back to me
One More Night Of SolitudeThis night has guided meOne More Night Of Solitude4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Towards where my hopes lie
If I could talk to you, only
Where can I find you, in the sky?
Are you looking down on me?
This solitude is like starvation
Oh, I sit down by this pine tree
I cannot resist this temptation
In silence I meditate
On images that I see
The future that I can't foresee
Ancient spirit of the moon
I ask for your guidance
To your light I attune
To overcome her absence
Grant me the gift of resurrection
For there is only one thing that I want
To strengthen this liminal connection
I want to know, are you now an ascendant?
Every night, when I can only think of you
Those lies you told me
That I can too easily see through
You hold the answers, my key
Please, my only one
Descend and speak to my soul
Even though you are long gone
I am my own ghoul
My regret is the thing that binds us
I wish to venture deep into the unknown
For my deeds I wish to atone
Please, my only one
Why won't you come back?
I already know, forever I will
W Swiecie Basni cz2W świecie BaśniW Swiecie Basni cz24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Część 2 - Świat Baśni
Chociaż wypicie kubka herbaty zajmuje 5 minut, minęło dobre pół godziny zanim Włóczykij oznajmił, że czas na wycieczkę. Jednak gdy zapytałam, czy trzeba coś zapakować, spojrzał na mnie jak na kogoś, komu trzeba dwa razy powtarzać zdania. Nic nie mówiąc, zaczął grzebać w kieszeni.
- A oto będzie nasz środek transportu! powiedział po chwili dumnie i wyjął z kieszeni... swoją harmonijkę.
- Za przeproszeniem, chcesz złożyć z niego odrzutowiec? zapytałam wątpliwie - Nie wiem, co chcesz zrobić, ale z tego nie zbudujesz raczej Bambo Jeta.
- Po co nam jakiś Bambo Jet? W porównaniu z gigantycznym i głośnym samolotem, MÓJ sposób jest szybszy, dyskretniejszy i o wiele bardzie
wildfire.wildfire.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
he had the taste of dust in his mouth. cottonmouth. it was sand in his teeth. he spat himself out in straight lines, clockwork ticks, washboard fluted and frottoir in nature.
he made the same noise every time.
it was like the ridges of his spine rose with the horizon when he pulled his shoulders back.
hard to blink against all that grit.
there were bombshells dessicating his skinwork, indefinite and chaotic. shrapnel fearing folk hid underground. he was not that breed.
he stood with the army. he stood as an army. their syncopated swagger stilted the staccato of their future deaths. they were not one. they were not one.
and he knew that guy to his left would be next to go down. that guy two rows back would die tomorrow. that guy right in front of him was infected. already twitching.
it would spread like a fire.
jhator deserted the looter's skirmish and he survived. it wasn't shame. it was not shame.
GRAYGray is an interesting concept.GRAY7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Definitely present, but hard to express.
Every aspect of our lives defined by it.
Compared to it.
Good times look better.
Bad times worst.
But when I was young, and time was slow, the colors passed before my eyes.
Each one had a life of its own, a personality, definable quality,
With no point of reference.
Now older, and time flies fast, the colors blend to one,
undefinable, inexpressible, gray.
Still not ugly, but a little more empty, and harder to grasp.
Oda do PapieruPusta kartka.Oda do Papieru4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Patrzysz na tę kartkę, która leży na Twoim biurku. Zwykły kawałek papieru. Prawdopodobnie z specjalnego bloku rysunkowego dla artysty, lub z brystolu.
A może po prostu to papier używany do kserowania?
Nie ma koloru czystej bieli. Nie pada na Ciebie blask świeżego śniegu czy ekranu komputera z białym tłem.
Widzisz po prostu papier. Pełen nierówności, lekko żółty. Choć może to od żarówki.
Ale jeśli weźmiesz na dwór, w piękny słoneczny dzień, oślepia Cię nieskazitelnością. Nie masz nawet siły zerknąć na ten boski materiał. Lecz jeśli trafisz na pochmurne, smutne niebo, pochłonie Cię ponura szarość papieru. Gdy powędrujesz na łąkę, czy do lasu, zapewne wyda Ci się, że kartka śmieje się zielenią. A jeśli postanowisz naszk
Malicious InsanityAnd so, in delight we remain blindMalicious Insanity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unconsciously rejecting your inner self
Until one thing provokes the other
And consciously, we try to find
our inner peace, again
Until we meet again
You and I
Daemon, my disgust
Begone with all the hatred
you built up in my mind
And so, in sadness we are aware
Consciously accepting your limitations
Until another daemon will find us
And eliminates our defense
Try to restore your fallen glory
For reasons unknown to this daemon
Our kin will fight on
Pursuing our final embrace
And so, our body and mind will resolve
This bitter issues we
now are aware of
Holding you to a higher standard
That will give you the ambition and courage
to fight on, ever towards your dreams
And now that we are finally awake
Press the attack, for you are the one chosen
Chosen, to alter and influence destinies
Of glorious kind
Don't let that daemon put you aside
For he is naught but trouble
Don't let the daemon whisper to your ear
'Come find me...'
'Come and find me...'