What Could 700 Billion Buy?What Could 700 Billion Buy?What Could 700 Billion Buy?6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Well, we've seen the US Government borrow yet another
700 billion dollars to bail out Wall Street companies
that made bad investments... and a lot of people are
thinking maybe we made a mistake.
I've already talked about one way this 700 billion might
have been better spent. Give it to the people and let
them spend it, thereby making these companies that need
bailed out WORK for their money... which is what
capitalism is SUPPOSED to be all about... but I guess
corporate welfare is what we really stand for.
But, let's look at something else we could have done
done with 700 billion dollars...
In the 1960's, the United States lead the world. Our
technology and research was first class, and NOBODY even
came close to keeping up with us. And one of the main
reasons? Space. President Kennedy promised we would put
a man on the moon in ten years, and even though he was
assasinated shortly thereafter, we STILL did it. And the
research and development that went into th
Our Project2143Our Project8 years ago in Historical More Like This
June 11-Japan begins funding construction of a Space Collony. as a solution to overpopulation in Asia.
June 28-Japan signs the Babylonian Treaty with Hong Kong and the United States,
promising funding to Japan as long as the two would be allowed to collonize the new collony as well.
September 9-An official announcement makes public "Project Eden".
September 15-Russia declares it will beat Japan to creating a working Space Collony. Other Nations soon follow.
September 30- U.S. Demands control of Project Eden. Japan refuses.
U.S. Pulls out of the Project, breaking the treaty.
November 3-Russia takes advantage of the dispute and sneaks spies into Japan to
sabotage Project Eden.
January 9-Eden is launched.
January 10-The first Migration to Eden takes place.
Jauary 12-Eden collapses due to unknown reasons. Japan pins the blame on Russia and demands they pay for the damages. Russia denies any connection to the incident.
The U.S. realigns with Japan and war is declared against Russi
Allison ReynoldsI am alone.Allison Reynolds2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My parents barely acknowledge
that I exist,
and at school
I fade into the background,
which I guess is better
than the alternative of constant torture.
They call me a basket-case
and avoid me at all costs,
so I find ways to entertain myself
which is why I am here
on a Saturday
for a detention I didn't earn.
There are four others here too,
so I make up lies that are mixed
with the truth, so no one can tell
what is real
or what is false.
All I want is for someone to care;
Someone to try to get to know me,
because I am tired
of feeling invisible.
But what does it matter?
They see me as they want to see me
In the simplest terms
and most convenient definitions.
I am a basket-case.
I am alone.
When love rhymesYou said God made me perfectWhen love rhymes3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The roundness of my hip, the softness of my lip
Gentle is my tip, I take you on every wild trip
So tighten your grip, squeeze me and take a sip
Get on my last ship, it is time to tear and rip
My waves keep slamming your shore
Burning every sense in your core
Your nails on my side, always coming back for more
They take over every land, as we celebrate this war
You said God made me perfect
The size of my breast, where you built your nest
My wild birds on your chest , always flying west
The short breath is your guest, dancing, will never rest
Every touch gives you my best, closer to my final quest
Piano RondeauFrom fingers fleet the music cries,Piano Rondeau5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It laughs and growls and sometimes sighs;
Round and round the medley goes,
To make the soulful tension grow,
Beneath the mask of cold disguise.
Black and white, now without a heart,
And slow to tear the notes apart;
Together wrought the deepest tune
From fingers fleet.
Listen to the last winding dirge!
For evil now at last is purged,
Poco a poco bring the end,
As the final phrase must contend
With other melodies emerged
From fingers fleet.
Poetryrandom wordsPoetry11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
on the page
speak of broken dreams
and pent-up rage
ink from the pen
burn it all
poetryPainpoetry11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hundreds of children yelling, screaming.
Horrified wails that deafen you.
The fear is tangible,
So thick you can’t breathe,
The shame of a thousand souls.
And then, midst the howling,
A faint cry of hope,
A baby that has not yet fallen.
A child that hasn’t been tainted,
And the evil seems to be gone.
Then a cry from the child.
His voice joins the torment.
Screaming. All hope is gone.
When I hear your lovely laugh,
And gaze in your beautiful eyes,
I long to feel the warmth of your touch,
And light your face with a smile.
I make a joke, you laugh, you smile.
My heart is filled with joy.
The color in your velvet cheeks
Paints my heart with love.
But my heart overflows,
As you laugh and laugh.
My heart breaks, and the love
Runs down my cheeks
Into my trembling hands.
And you laugh.
A smile, a wink,
A giggle, a laugh,
Then you glare me down,
Cut my heart in half.
The tears cannot clean
The cut that you made.
The sorrow can't fill
The hole in my so
Along Came Rainicorn Ch1Along Came RainicornAlong Came Rainicorn Ch14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Marceline laid on the dewy grass, watching as the last stars disappeared and made way for the oncoming sunshine. Her blood red eyes sparkled. She pushed herself up off the ground, and walked back to her home. She allowed one last look at the one star in the sky, and stopped in her tracks as she saw another shoot across the clouds and fall into the ground not very far from where she was standing.
"What was that?" she muttered to herself.
She knew it wouldn't be long till the sun was up and it would be too dangerous for her to be out. Her boots lifted off the ground and she was flying to her home to grab her parasol.
She pushed past all the dense underbrush and finally came across what had fallen from the sky. A girl! She had a horn and a tail. She wasn't moving.. Marceline inched herself closer to her, and stretched out her arm. She kneeled down and caressed the girls' cheek. Her eyes opened slightly and she smiled. She leaned up and kissed the vampires' g
Peebs and MarcyPrincess Bubblegum sat on the sill of her window watching the stars. The night was calm and warm; the darkness peacefully caressed the Candy Kingdom as she waited. Marceline flew through the window in one swift motion before whispering,Peebs and Marcy4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hey Bonnie," She kissed her cheek lightly before lowering herself to the floor to stand.
"Hey Marcy," She turned to smile at the vampire who had now sat on the Princess's bed. "I'm glad you could make it," Her voice was sweet and sugary and sounded so innocent.
"Come take a seat," She hissed out the sound of her s's. The princess scuffed across the floor and sat down. "How was your day Bonnibel?" She asked rubbing her shoulders lovingly.
"Busy as always. I had to write my speech for the Grand Meeting of Ooo Royalty for next week. I need to make sure it went better than last year," She growled at the thought of Finn's previous mistake.
"Shhh, relax," Marceline said as she kissed her forehead. She hissed in a seductive way before showing her fangs
Spring Flurries - Chapter 4The afternoon sun was pouring through the windows of the Royal Candy Palace like lemonade, little speckly motes of dust floating and flying lazily through its rays. On its own, it would have smelled like musty gingerbread, but today the air was instead thick with the scent of chocolate cake and chemicals with long and nearly-unpronounceable names. The air was also filled with the giggling, high-pitched voices of the Marshmallow Children, who were presently engaged in body-ramming each other at high velocities.Spring Flurries - Chapter 43 years ago in Drama More Like This
Prince Gumball looked up from applying tiny drops of green liquid on to a thick slice of cake. "Fionna, I think I'd appreciate more if you didn't encourage them like that," he said, moving the plate further from the edge of the table.
"Sorry PG." Fionna grabbed the nearest Marshmallow Prince and sat him on her shoulders. "These guys are just way too much fun."
"Fun for some, perhaps." He twitched his lip and returned to his delicate work. "This is rather importa
Untitled (2)I would never fall in loveUntitled (2)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with another poet
All that fragility
with pieces of glass
Black LicoriceBlack Licorice3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Glob. As soon as Jake was asleep, I sunk out.
I mean, yeah, I really, really wanted Princess Bubblegum. I just wanted a kiss. One kiss. A hug. For her to tell me that all those years chasing after her, she was sorry she led me on. One apology. One. It turned into a kiss. It turned into me on top of her, clueless. And I felt awful. I was going RIGHT NOW to go see Flame Princess and tell her everything. Come clean. She had the right to know, right? God, I could see her now. I...well...um...we were fighting, but she never liked stories of PB I told...she'd only dislike her more. And cheating on FP? I just wanted to see if...PB...was worth holding out for all that time. She wasn't. I ran faster...
When I got there, I had already mastered the little spell it took to turn blue and all protected. So I threw it on and knelled before the king like Jake taught me to. Respect, he said, toward the dads, and you'll always get the la-dy, bro.
But FK wasn't there. "Fire King!" I stoo
North KoreaXReader: Escape II “Unload the truck!” you heard someone shout. It was the long-haired Yao. Jia Long opened the back of the truck and dragged your limp body from the cargo hold. You had fallen asleep from exhaustion.North KoreaXReader: Escape II3 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Hey, Yao! I think she’s, like, dead. What should I do?” Jia Long put you on the ground and lightly nudges you. Yao pushes him out of the way and kicks you. You spring awake and start to cry. Jia Long pulled Yao away from you.
“Calm down, Yao!” he defended. “Remember we need to keep her alive for later! I thought we were gonna make some money off of her!” Yao stopped kicking you and walked away.
“Whatever,” he muttered. He suddenly turned around and smirked. “Jia Long, change of plans. We’ll dispose of her. Let’s turn her in.&
AttachedI grew roots for my heartAttached2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in every twisted chamber
Hitting the ground, deep down layers of earth
There, sleeps every vein I have
HephaestusWe had this neighborHephaestus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I was a boy,
he was a bit
younger than I was,
rented the house
He would come over,
step over the knee-high
He would promise to
show us how
Daylight from our
He had us gather
all the petals
that had fallen
from our flowers.
And once we had
picked up all
the petals, he
cupped his hands
and threw them
in the air.
I was disappointed,
I expected him to
pull a lighter out
and for some
in the flowers to
He threw them up
again, and I still
Am I A Poet Yet?My hair stains the sheets in a tangle.Am I A Poet Yet?2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My body lies quiet, an afterthought,
Under stanzas of love marks and sweat;
You are leaving tomorrow, I love you, and wonder:
Am I a poet yet?
My fingers search through your hair,
Trace up the curve of an ear,
Caress a full, swollen petal of a lip,
Trying to find you under the beauty, the covers;
You are leaving tomorrow, I love you, and wonder:
Am I a poet yet?
Soon I'll stare out at the sky and the sea,
And it will only be me, the gulls, and what used to be.
You'll meet different eyes, with a lovelier slant,
Our passion will be a stranger from a foreign land.
You say you'll be back, and I smile and wave,
As if I believed the promises you gave.
Then I'll turn from you quietly, roll over sigh,
A question after this goodbye:
He loved me, he left me,
The story's the same as every other ever wrote,
All I've left is memories, a pen, and a note,
And a question to ask of a page and a thought:
He loved me, he left me on the wind that brought him here.
Only NaturalSome would call this evil, but I find it entirely human to discover yourself alone with a stranger in theOnly Natural3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
supermarket isle and ponder how easy it would be to grab that glass jar of peanut butter with the blue
twist-off lid two shelves above you and mash their brains into jelly; only a psychopath would consider scraping up the resulting slurry with a saltine cracker as a souvenir.
An interesting case for the criminal justice department and the more visceral section
of the sociology department. Is it human to have such a fascination for the live feed snuff films that you seek
them out, that you search for their producers so you can interview and hold them? Is it human for couples to
play out roleplays, to wait for the kids to fall asleep, to tie her to the bed, to give him a knife? Is it evil
to search for violence, for war; or is this just all an aspect of humanity? Are you proud that she said she was 18,
are you proud that he left his country to rot, are you proud to be human? I am. Ev
WildYou could never be strangers againWild2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in that void of charged space
between the eyes and the air.
And the other people, who are
less than faces in the crowd.
Maybe it was a true dream of
dark times, always walking,
you are thief protected by gloss
that they could break
if only they knew how.
The lion at the zoo could
jump the fence, the wolves
could dig beneath the glass.
Safety is a mutual ignorance,
and it is something to be reminded
through wilds of the woods,
that she has fangs
and so do you.
AgingWhen I walk on the curbsAging3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of downtown, I can turn my head
and see my reflection
in the glass.
In the windows that stand guard
against the smoke
and the rain
and the winds.
I can see myself,
flickering between panes
as I move down the streets.
I can see myself,
waiting to grow old
and learning how to remember.
One Piece: Ace's FrecklesAce just looked in the mirror at the newly formed freckles on his cheeks. He didn't know why they had appeared but they bugged the hell out of him! He scrubbed his face in the sink like it would help, "Dammit!! I swear I'm gonna scrub you off you bastards!! You-you .SPOTS ON MY FAAAACE!!" He scrubbed even harder, and Luffy turned into the bathroom.One Piece: Ace's Freckles5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"Onii-san! I think they're cute! Why would you want to take them off?" Luffy looked up at him with admiration and Ace couldn't help but blush. Then Luffy pulled something that was hidden behind his back, "could I please connect the dots on your face? I bet I could make something cool!" he drew the pen closer to Ace's face but he drew back.
"What?! No! Baka, why would I want doodles on my face? What if it never comes off? What would I do then when I go off to become a pirate? Be Captain Doodle Face?! No one would take me seriously."
"Awww, but Onii-san I would take you seriously, and if for some reason it doesn't co
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore
I Woke Up Like HeliumI woke up like helium,I Woke Up Like Helium2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all teeth and nails
and sunshine. Breath
that could move the waves, eyes
all over the crowd
looking for one to
Searching for that person who
is an island-
skin like sand
fists like rocks
palms like palms,
Maybe they will get good, maybe
they will get
You need a place to stand
that will move the earth.
You need to
lay down like an animal,
the other pretty things on the shores,
wait until you are pretty too.
One Piece fanfic (spoilers up to volume 60)One Piece fanfic (spoilers up to volume 60)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
WARNING: huge spoilers up to volume 60!
Read more/scroll down at your own risk!
The Death of Portgas D. Ace
That day at Marineford, Portgas D. Ace reached the end of his journey.
His tragic story flew from port to port, dragged by winds and currents, changing little by little the opinion of the people... Were the Marine and the World Government really in the right? Had that young pirate been such a great menace for real? Even if they were talking about the natural son of Gold Roger, the very one who had initiated the Age of Pirates and dragged the world into chaos, which faults did Fire Fist have in all of this?
Days and weeks passed, and soon even the official propaganda could not contain the questions of who had directly witnessed the events or listened to the report of who had been present there. But how could you not be affected by the deeds of that boy who, once freed from the seast
Connor: The Stuff of LifeHe walked right into it. He grunted, confronted with five men. They were a hard faced sort, smudged skin and clothes. Their chins had not seen a razor in weeks, probably. Not that he was worried about their appearance. At least not in the hygienic sense. It was what they held in their hands that drew his attention. Pistols. Swords. One of them had a rifle but no bayonet. The long barrel was pointed at his chest.Connor: The Stuff of Life3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With his feet in a wide stance, Connor stood, assessing. Retreat was still possible. He did not sense anything behind his back. He had never been one to fall back, however. Not from battle. Threats did not frighten him.
"And just where do you think you are going, friend?" one of the cutthroats asked, his dark eyes glinting dangerously.
Connor did not answer, just fixed him with a long hard stare. He held his hands carefully away from his weapons. Perhaps this was a mistake, possibly it was not him they really were waiting for. But then, he'd never believed in coincidence. There