Fulfillment through DepravityFulfillment through Depravity11 years ago in Horror More Like This
They call me crazy. I beg to differ. I'm sentenced to die only for their lack of understanding. So, here I sit day after day in this cold, lonely, dark jail-cell. Fed once daily, I'm slowly thinning away, still filled with the lust of my chosen delicacy and the hatred that was bred upon me. I don't know how long I've been here or how long I'll stay. No windows to the outside world are present to accompany me, only one diminutive hole near the top of the door shining in a small beam of light through from the prison corridor. I've grown somewhat accustomed to this new lifestyle of mine however bleak it may be in comparison to the stirring existence of my past.
I was born on August 13, 1974, putting me now at slightly over fifty years old. My mother unfortunately died during labor, leaving my single father to raise me alone. My unstable father was traumatized b
CensorshipCensorshipCensorship13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Censorship really blows.
It strives to eliminate games like Grand Theft Auto.
The media needs to get a life
And focus more on what is right.
The FCC won't let Eminem be.
It's also a crime to watch MTV.
Sex is more feared than violence and such,
All to protect ourselves from what?
School dress codes are whack;
Certain outfits are said to distract.
Education is what our great country could use,
So that this issue can no longer confuse.
Popular shows, games, and music are there to entertain.
Shouldn't it be up to us to choose when to refrain?
HPDHs- Winter with the PrinceSeverus ran. Going faster than he ever thought possible. His breath forming large billowing clouds in the bitter December air, and he quickened his pace even more.HPDHs- Winter with the Prince8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
God, I hope shes still there! He whispered to himself, holding his expression in one of worried urgency. Severus tried to hurry, while trying as hard-if not harder-to not break his neck by sliping on the massive amounts of black ice, that had recently formed around the outside walkways of Hogwarts. Suddenly Severus came to a halt, in front of the stone bench, that resided just outside the entrance to Hogsmeade.
S-sorry! His breath came out in great wheezes now, and as he bent over-clutching a stitch in his side-Severus looked up, and gave a weak smile, hoping that she might return it, with one of the many that he adored so much.
I-itss s-s'ok. She answered through chattering teeth, trying best to smile, but failing miserably, due to the harsh, icy frost. Her whole body appeared
Just a Little ReminderThe room is hotJust a Little Reminder13 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
It's red and it's bloody
Your shirt is wet
Your shoes stained and muddy
Your wrists driven into
The wall with old tacks
You are still, kept in place
With nails sewn to your back
You cannot scream from shock
As your stomach's split open
As dead skin's on the ground
And the fetus is broken
A motionless heap
Attempting to heal
It's you or it's her
It's decisions that kill
You are just one more victim
Of emotions that strike
That pin you down twisted
With their poisonous bite
That leave you there sleeping
Where you cannot wake up
From this paralyzed nightmare
This nightmare called love
Just a little reminder
Don't fall while you're young
Don't ruin your life
Before it's begun
hollow -- D.H. SpoilersSeverus Snape strode down the Great Hall as the last students filed out to their respective dormitories. The Sorting, the Feast, and the Headmasters speech all were passed, and all that remained was for the regular meeting and greeting expected on the first of September: Another year had begun at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.hollow -- D.H. Spoilers8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But this year already was very, very different, because Harry Potter had come to Hogwarts. Snape had eyed him curiously, apprehensively. The little dirt-speck was already a celebritythe Potions Master scowled at the thought. He would have his fathers arrogance, his ego, of course. Snape groaned, pinching the spot between his eyes irritatedly. The little twerp.
Evening, Severus, the Headmaster said, walking up alongside him as he exited the Great Hall.
Albus, Snape replied, with a stiff nod.
The Fall by xTheRavenxThe Fall by xTheRavenx12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I\'m looking, blinded; the truth beguiled
The suppressed screams:
My inner child
Who\'s pains are neatly
Packed and filed
Cries help to the world beyond
I\'m standing asking where to begin
Why I feel without
While I\'m within
Have I missed out
On love again;
Are all my chances gone?
All have fought, or at least tried
Some have triumphed,
Some have died
It can be ignored
But not denied
This feeling felt by all
The actions of victims of love\'s affliction
Can reflect a rapture
Beyond our depiction
Or reflect the pain
Of rejection\'s infliction;
The tragedy of the fall
This lie, it\'s scars, it\'s curse of death
Leaving it\'s victims
Draining them lifeless
Till nothing\'s left
This murderer in the night
Love is pointless; it isn\'t real
It murders those
Who cannot deal
But this contradicts
All that I feel
This statement\'s not quite right
Though the claims are echoed by those it\'s harmed
I find it different
I\'m not dejected;
In fact, I\'m charmed
I now awa
Last CallLast Call7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think about life and what a joke it is.
Friends say they're your friends until they get what they want.
Lovers are your lovers until something shiny and new come along.
God is there but only in a book.
Government is there only to make you a slave.
I have been burned, bruised, betrayed, and broken.
To think about living another day of suffering only to die in the end;
there is no point.
We are all worm food, might as well end the pain sooner than later.
Last call, anybody want to join me for a shot?
Wordspill-WelcomeWordspill:Wordspill-Welcome7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
it wasn't long until everyone on earth had been exterminated except for the authors. the authors, they said, are the only true value tht the earth holds. eelements are found everywhere in the universe, but minds like these, well, you know. we're not exactly creative and neither would you be if you had to stare at the sun in order to extract energy to power the thirteen stomachs and one measley brain you have. the only reason they were even able to converse is through the self-sacrifice of members of their species to power one of them.
anyway, so all these authors had been rounded up into small pens. from browsing the internet with their minds, the aliens had discerned that the best environment for a writer was a sparese room, with a typewriter and perhaps a record of jazz. of course, these notions were conceived from the kind of people that didn't write at all, or just merely liked talking about writing, and so were absolutely nothing like the harems , and bars that m
CENSOR THIS 08880CENSOR THIS 0888013 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember when I know why the cage bird sings
was challenged for the "encouragement to take action
in premarital sex, homosexuality, and the use of
I remember when the Bible was banned and/or
challenged for being "pornography and obscene"
in Alaska and Pennsylvania in 1993.
I remember when the The Autobiography of
Malcolm-X was challenged in Flordia in 1994--
because it was "racist against white people"
I remember when Jambo Means Hello: The Swahili
Alphabet was charged with "degrading white
children" although it was a book for white children to
understand the African-American culture much better.
I remember when Daddy's Roomate was removed
by most libraries by most of the United States---for
A Memoir - 91101A Memoir - 9110113 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I woke up that morning to the phone ringing. I ignored it. It was entirely too early for anything to get me out of bed. I didnt have to be at work for another 6 hours. I had a hangover from the night before and imagined the solicitor on the other end just wanted to bribe me into switching my long-distance plan for the third time in the infancy of that month that was early September.
The answering machine will pick it up. Ten minutes later the phone rang again. I threw my pillow in the general direction of my cordless sitting on my bookshelf about 6 feet away. Somehow I missed. Now I was not only hungover and dehydrated, but aggravated that I had no pillow to cover my splitting head from the morning light seeping in through my window.
It rang again. I stumbled out of my bed and answered with a scratchy and purposely annoyed tone. "HELLO?"
"Yes??" I said, rolling my eyes, as if anyone else would be answering my phone, with my voice.
"What are you doing?"
"It's 9 am.
PanicoLos sueños que he sufrido en esta habitación no poseen forma de contabilizarse.Panico9 years ago in Horror More Like This
Siempre encerrado aquí, la sensación claustrofóbica de estar limitado a cuatro paredes me transforma en un animal reprimido. ¡Se llevó mi sonrisa esta pared el día que la pintaron de negro! Y siento como avanzan, como me acechan. Esperan mi distracción para comprimirme, presionarme una contra la otra, quebrar mis huesos, viscerar mi carne, quitarme la vida.
¡PERO LO EVITO! Porque me levanto de la silla y comienzo a corretear por toda...
...TO-DA la habitación. Y grito, me libero en una calesita sin sortija, donde yo soy quien corre buscando a mis padres, queriendo observarlos desde mi caballo pero ellos no están allí sentados, no están sentados en la periferia de la atracción porque ellos están...
¡Ellos están muertos! ¡Y el living que solían habitar lo he dejado para que lo disfruten las inmundas RAT AS!
Tengo una mesa aquí donde como, porque ya no utilizo aquella de la cocina... y quizás si
CensoredCensored10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Boy hops, skips, tromps inside,
dirt-water dripping into a sentence
on the linoleum forum beneath:
"The mud is especially good today."
strikes the statement from the record,
appeal to Mop v. Glo denied.
The dissident is thrown into prison (porcelain)
and Mother ensures freedom of speech
is revoked, even behind the ears.
WIP Please Don't Eat....WIP Please Don't Eat....9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't Eat the Bathtub
Please don't eat my shoe, I need it for my walks.
Please don't eat the phone, I need it for long talks.
Please don't eat the bathtub, I ask you to refrain.
Please don't eat the weather, I like it when it rains.
Please don't eat the door, it lets me in and out.
Please don't eat the knob, or else I shall pout.
Please don't eat the cat, she's full of fur and hair.
Please don't eat my staircase, or I'll fall into despair.
Please don't eat my window, or I can't see outside.
Please don't eat my house, pickled, baked or fried.
Please don't eat my hair, I'd rather have it cut.
Please don't eat the neighbor, or her rather large butt.
Please don't eat the stop sign, or accidents will occur.
Please eat don't the hospital, it's too much to endure.
Most of all, I must ask you with utmost care.
Do not eat my sandwich because that's just not fair.
Incubi Umbraeque - XIIChapter 12Incubi Umbraeque - XII2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Vespor, Huldah subsector, Syntyche sector
She fixed what she could. Still, Kel was not a Tech-Priest and hadn’t trained on the Stormbird long enough to know its quirks and traits. She was unsure about the vessel’s many sub-systems and routines, but certain that the Stormbird would never fly again after this mission. She did what she could to make the craft void worthy, waiting for the Inquisitor and Sister of Battle to return. Gripping a cumbersome las-welder in gloved hands, the pilot sealed one of the many rent, covering it with apoloxy foam. That finished, Kel counted the remaining tears and ruptures with a grimace. Only three hundred and forty-two left.
The plaza the Stormbird harboured in was quiet. With the ship’s blazing lights the heavy brume covering the hive city did not seem nearly as ominous. The light also served to keep the spawn away. Under the harsh white illumination Kel stomped over the vessel’s hull, comforted by the
Incubi Umbraeque - II999.M41Incubi Umbraeque - II4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Inno, Mizar subsector, Syntyche sector
"I swear before the Golden Throne and all the saints, it was Astartes who massacred the men! We tried to halt them but there were too many! Good Arbites, lawful men who'd never back down from a fight were burnt by fire and lightning. You'll know I speak the truth after your agents have viewed the security feeds. They weren't tampered with, I swear it!"
He was babbling, raving like a madman. Eager to refute his incompetence, a heavy weight made all the worse by the arrival of the Blackships, the commander could not stop. He winced involuntary at the new arrival's voice. It was the sound of judgement being passed.
"Pray I do find the truth aligned with your version of the events. Nothing is hidden from the righteous servant. The tithe from Inno will be light this time, and I hope it is not because of your gross ineptitude. Who knows what's befouled this place with its passing."
"There's no mystery here, lord. I wouldn't lie. Space Mar
Distant LoveWhen it hurts so bad,Distant Love11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
why does it feel so good?
I wish this all made sense,
I wish I understood.
Not having you here with me is tearing me up inside,
but I can't stop thinking about you no matter how hard I try.
You know how I feel about you,
and I know I want to spend my time with you,
but it's so hard to do when I can't be next to you.
Why does it gotta be so complicated?
Loving you feels so right,
but at the same time,
knowing I can't have you keeps me awake at night.
I just want this to be simple,
I just want you here with me,
to look into your eyes,
hold you in my arms...
This distance between us is out of our control,
but I'm still hoping one day soon,
I'll get what I'm wishing for.
Incubi Umbraeque - IV-2003.M42Incubi Umbraeque - IV-24 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Hyeinsa, Syntychia subsector, Syntyche sector
"Check the Monte Iolcus Hive levels B-64 through E-12. She couldn't have gone far from the hive. A global scan of Hyeinsa and the surrounding hives shows nothing." The comm-link in the Interrogator's ear beeped once in confirmation before going dead. Gren's contacts, scattered throughout Monte Iolcus, set off in their duties. Exhaling quietly, Gren removed the comm-bead and leaned back in his chair. He stared blankly at the screens before him. Each displayed a live view in the various parts of Monte Iolcus Hive, none which remotely interested Gren.
A solid month of fruitless searches yielded nothing. Last seen in the hospice, Amara simply vanished after that. The security logs brought up nothing. Gren held a healthy suspicion the recordings had undergone tampering. He suspected foul play as the worst case, the psyk-thug being the obvious candidate. Yet the man and his ilk were off-world before Amara's disappearance. Personal
Severus and Lily: part1Severus and Lily...Always. PART 1Severus and Lily: part18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Please note: if you havent read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and dont want any spoilers, DONT READ ANY FURTHER! Ok great, now that thats out of the way, here is my attempt at a Lily/Severus Fan-Fic the beginning part isnt great, but just bear with it, I needed to introduce a setting/scene and all it gets better as you go.. (p.s. Severus Snape rox my sox !!!!
Severus sat alone in the grounds near the lake. He was leaning against a tree, surrounded by mounds of library books, and appears at first glance to be writing something, but as Lily approaches she realizes that his hand is still on the parchment and is staring absently out over the water.
Hey, Sev. Severus broke out of his daydream and smiled up at Lily.
Hey, Lily. She sat down and glanced at the pile of now abandoned parchment. Studying hard? she asked.
I should be, I havent been paying
BreathDont run and fightBreath7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hold your fangs
Sheath your claws
Keep your mind clear
Think before you act
Look before you leap
Feel the cool air
The thought of reason
Let it fill your lungs
Look to the horizon
At the setting sun
And smile quietly
Everything will be ok
As long as you keep it cool
Howl it to the moon
Then just breath
Dramione chap5 - Another nightGiving an excuse to Harry and Ron about going to the library to research some arcane object that Professor Snape pulled from the top of his head, Hermione Granger stepped out of the portrait hole and into the familiar stone corridor. Without hesitation she set off directly opposite of the library, her robes flying in her haste. After a series of maze-like passages, she turned a sharp left and found herself in the dungeon vicinity. The first classroom on her right was Hermione's final destination. It was deserted and it seemed it had not been used in many years. The candles were lit along the brackets along the walls and a few in the small chandelier above the room, giving the room a rosy glow. Unused desks faced a grimy blackboard at the head of the classroom. Long Gothic windows lined the sides of the classroom. At one of them stood a young man. He seemed lost in his own world and thoughts, his eyes staring unseeingly into the misty grounds below. He was tall, bearing a thin frame. HiDramione chap5 - Another night8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This