RobinRobin.Robin1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I grew up with you, as many of my generation.
I watched as you fought pirates, never wanting to grow up.
I watched you as you struggled as a ten-year-old in a body of forty.
I watched as you became from a simple robot to a complete man.
Forever I will remember of you as a crazy blue Genie, with so many personifications.
Forever I will remember of you as a boy who was stuck 26 years in a game.
The inventor who created Flubber, or the doctor who wanted to bring joy to the sick.
You inhabited my childhood and my dreams, with so many movie characters.
But now you are gone, gone to never return. Hollywood just became poorer.
And with you, a part of my childhood goes too, now that it was reduced to mere memories.
I'm a grown man now, like you became so early in Jack, like you did in Hook.
But I will always remember you, even now that you are gone forever.
Rest in piece, Robin Williams. May your characters never be forgotten.
Robin Williams - 10 Quotes1. George Bush - His reign of Error is over.Robin Williams - 10 Quotes6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
2. Sarah Palin - Did Reagan and Posh Spice have a kid I don't know about?
3. John McCain - By the 3rd debate, he was like that uncle that's trying a new drug and hasn't got the dosage right.
4. Arnold Schwarzenegger - He's a moderate Republican, which is like a Volvo with a gun rack, you don't see a lot of them!
5. Jack Nicholson - He'd be a great president, no drug scandals, he's the only guy to whom Keith Richards would go "I have to go home now, Jack."
6. George Bush - He could do stand-up comedy, he's got 8 years of amazing material!
7. 2008 Debates - After 8 years of Bush people were debating in full sentences and I went 'Thank you god!"
8. 2008 Election - America is finally out of Rehab!
9. George Bush - He's a gift to comedy, a comedy pinata, im gonna miss him!
10. George Bush - What's he gonna do now that's he's left office? Now, he CANNOT go on a speaking tour, that's a given!
SEXLovers do it.SEX9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
People abuse it.
Porn improves it.
Teens try it.
Rapists force it.
Hookers sell it.
Brothels run it.
The horny want it.
And human survival relies on it.
[ThunderFrost].::.Villain hero school.::. [1/?]OOC: Decided to do something interesting from a dream I had once. XD[ThunderFrost].::.Villain hero school.::. [1/?]3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Loki grabbed the soaked wash clothe, rubbing the soap over the soaked dripping wash cloth. He placed the soap onto the edge of the tube. He rubbed the soaped wash clothe over his pale skin, the hot steaming water falling on his head loosening his tense muscles. He inhales the warm steaming air, smelling the scent of soap in the air. He moved a step back, letting the hot steaming water wash down over his chest getting the soap off.
He turned the shower off, water dripping from the shower head. He reaches for a towel, grabbing it from the rail and pulled it around his waist. Stepping out of the shower, his raven black hair dripping with water. He looked himself in the mirror, seeing himself all clean without a smudge on him. He smiles slightly in satisfaction.
Today was going to be a good day, well hoping it will be a good day. He heard his brother shouting from outside the bathroom freaking out because of the alarm clo
Rages: Chapter 1A/N: First Hetalia fic ever! haha Please enjoy and review!Rages: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.
Warnings: AU OOC. So please if you don't like, then don't read. Do not complain that they are OOC, because I warned you TWICE.
Prologue: Life After You
A man was standing alone in the endless patch of sunflowers watching the sunset, his shadow slowly fading with the sun. He remembered how he used to love the sunflowers, but now he could not bring himself to love them anymore. They brought him unwanted memories, memories of him and his beloved, a man that he had lost so long ago. The man standing in the field had beige-blond hair and beautiful violet eyes; his name was Ivan Braginski. He came here on the same day of every month to re-live his demons. Had it only been a different time, a different place, his lover, Gilbert Beilschmidt, would still be here.
geography lessonand here we aregeography lesson6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
breathing in this ocean-sharp air, the taste of it rough against our throats. we blame it for the sudden absence of words, as if sometime in the night when we were sleeping in separate rooms there was a thief, reaching his shadowed hand into our mouths and twisting the letters and sounds from our tongues, leaving us empty, and dry.
when you open your mouth, fishlike, you gape because you are lost in this desert of your own uncertainty, without water. you are
if you are a desert, harsh and vast, i am the sea, chaotic and just as vast. we will die on opposite ends of the worldyou will shrivel quietly in the heat of the glass-bright sun and i will drown in dark water, softly.
i can imagine you splayed out on the sand, an ethereal spider of flesh and bone. i can see your body drying, water dripping out of you and seeping into the sand. there is an enormous wet ring around you, you are feeding the desert with yo
The Mermaid and the BeastThe Mermaid and the Beast7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Once upon a time... there were two castles.
One castle was placed in the mountains, while the other stood by the sea. Each was ruled by a prince and a princess, and they all shared only one thing: they had all experienced enchantments of some sort or another, the likes of which you only find in fairy tales. But "happily ever after" was not the end of the story for the rulers of the two castles...
The greatest tale will be the one that their children, the prince of the mountains and the princess of the sea, shall experience together.
Zach Day presents
-The Mermaid and the Beast-
--Prologue: Two Worlds--
Our story begins with a tranquil scene of a beautiful castle nestled on the shore, the sun gently reflecting off the shimmering blue water and the soothing sound of the crashing waves. A truly blissful sight.
And the beauty of the day was certainly not lost on the inhabitants of the castle. Least of all the young princess. She wasted no time in rushing out to t
sunday fallscold in me lingers,sunday falls3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the boy's breath frozen with his
soles on the sidewalk.
he is here.where i sleephe is here.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there is the shoulder-scent
of your body deep
in teenage sorrow,
pillow lips hugging my temple,
feathers running through hair
there is a dusk under my eyelids
dampening my joints, a cold blue
and frozen air to the skin,
making it rise with little moons
over the halves of nails, with the slow fall
of the dawn outside bleeding red
into the own blues of the sky
and the cobalt rain a tap on the glass
of my window
a transparent whisper.
there are galaxies in the morose of his skin.sometimes, before i go to sleep, i let myself lie in the dark and stare at the ceiling.there are galaxies in the morose of his skin.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
when i was five, i'd look up and see my mother staring back, her voice dropping to a whisper on my cheek, low enough to be swallowed by the breath of night around us: the cars speeding down the highway, the crickets in the neighbor's brush, the crying of the baby next door, april's distant violin i close my eyes to. it tickles my eyelashes, and i drift.
when i turn eleven, there's an emptiness about me. i hear nothing but my own breath, a thing i cling to in the darkness of night, the winter calm of snow falling outside my window. the blankets i have are only a placebo, things only i think are life savers. i cling to them, and i am cold.
a teenager, the night is a boy who does not return calls and sleeps over when there is no one home. there is a hand on my thigh, a hand on my shoulder. the comforter is a pool of black around me. in the nakedness, i am cold, and i feel a stiffness coating my skin. t
Disney Storybits 79PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT!Disney Storybits 794 years ago in Romance More Like This
Originally, when this plan was conceived, Mickey believed that if it would fail, it would be Minnie's fault. She was the one who came up with it, and despite the ridiculousness of it and all the errors Mickey pointed out in it, she had gone through with it anyway. They had both from birth been raised to be the best of spies, but Minnie was always annoyed that simply because of his gender, Mickey had always gotten the more important assignments. This was the most important of them all, blending in with the company of the visiting prince to see who was after his life. Minnie was fed up with the inequality, and decided she would join him no matter what it took. So when she showed up in Mickey's carriage wearing male attire, right down to the breaches, Mickey felt his heart attack was wholly justified.
Alas, Minnie couldn't be stopped, and he was forced to introduce her as his twin brother Mace. He knew any day now that Minni
Mermaids of Atlantis WIPThe young mermaid swam smoothly through the bay, playfully chasing her dolphin companions. Her giggles echoed like the dolphins' high-pitched squeals. A baby dolphin ventured away from his mother to receive a kiss from the mermaid. Once she had planted one on his bottle nose, he let out an excited shriek and darted back to his mother.Mermaids of Atlantis WIP2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Another dolphin rubbed up against the mermaid's tail. She smiled, petted his smooth skin, and gazed up at the surface. Soon curiosity got the best of her and she began to swim upward.
Her dolphin playmates cried out to her in warning. The mermaid stopped and pressed a finger to her lips to shush them. She knew mermaids weren't allowed to surface anymore, but she had to see what it looked like.
She continued upward, her eyes fixated on the dancing light reflecting off the waves. Her face broke through the surface and felt the chill of the wind. The air filled her lungs, sending an icy stinging sensation down her throat. She gasped in wonder at the black cl
Breaking the Habit ch 7Breaking the Habit ch 77 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Breaking the Habit ch. 7
rating: hmmm...pg...11. XD
RING! RING! RING!
The telephone blared through Orihimes dreams. She groaned at the bright sunlight bursting through the window, shielded her eyes, sat up and grabbed the phone. It took her a few second to find the on button, and when she said hello her voice sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard.
ORIHIME!!! came a cheery, much too loud reply.
Matsumoto ? Orihime held the phone away from her ear, prepared for the flood of chatter that momentarily erupted from the phone.
Im so sorry about last night! To put you in that situation! AH! Who does that Schiffer kid think he is?????? How dare he think he can order me around! I bet he thinks hes won too, but little does HE know it was all part of my plan! HAH! I tricked him GOOD.
What are you talking about, Matsumoto? Orihimes groggy brain wasnt exactly ready for this level of comprehen
Hidden IdentityShe seals away her selfish soulHidden Identity5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and inks purpose over blue veins
in spidery letters on a wrist
so she won't forget her name
a g a i n .
She twirls under a starry sky
with the Milky Way reflected in eyes
almost as bright as a moon
and counts the adjectives that
d e s c r i b e .
(she's a dancer you know one of those
mysterious types never know what
they're up to never know what's running
through those heads dangerous maybe but
oh so beautiful)
She finds easy reasons to live and
allows the superficial shallow sea
of peers to slowly suck her in
thinking thinking just biding her
t i m e .
She lets her true self show one
frightening tendency after another
a rose with a snake concealed within
petals a rose with a thousand
t h o r n s .
(she's a seductress you know one of those
bad influences not quite like a slut
she's too smart for that; picks and chooses
her prey she's a heartbreaker she's a demon
she's everything you want)
She searches for the answers
to the first and last test she'll eve
His PondShe is first and foremost his Amelia Pond,His Pond4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
From the first time they had meet when she wasn't afraid of the man in the blue box,
He knew she was special,
Knew he would do anything to keep her safe and unafraid.
His Amy Pond,
With big curious eyes,
Would challenge him in ways he had forgotten,
She will show him his humanity,
Remind him of what he truly is and what he can do.
She would save him in every way a person can be saved.
For she will always be his Amelia Pond no matter what she says,
And he will always be her ragged Doctor no matter what he does.
The Mystery of the SeaThe Mystery of the SeaThe Mystery of the Sea4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come on Velma! Let's go! There's nothing out here!" Fred said while sitting in the front at the steering wheel of the Mystery Machine.
"Just a moment Fred. Go ahead, I'll be right back soon" Velma said while looking through her magnifying glass after clues for the latest crime. Since a week back had different persons disappeared on this beach without a single clue left behind. The Mystery Gang had got permission from the local cops to take over the investigation.
Fred looked at the others in the Mystery Machine and shrugged his shoulders and then stack the gear at the first gear and then drove off, leaving Velma behind.
Velma sighed and stretched for a moment and then fixed her eyes on the horizon. With her hands on her sides did she admired the sunset going down and sat there watching it for a minute. Her thoughts wandered about the mystery of the disappearing peoples. She actually knew some of those who disappeared so no wonder that she was the one of the gang
Write Love on Her ArmsThey look to us, with pain filled eyesWrite Love on Her Arms6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They call out to us, yet we ignore the cries
They take in all in, not knowing where to turn,
They cover their wrist, we show no concern.
They reach the point of breaking,
Their eyes bleed, their heart is aching.
If only we would take a moment to notice the alarms,
If only we would take the time to write love on her arms.
Mermaid's LoveA mother and her young son lived together in a pretty big 4 bedroom 2.5 bath house. They had always been a good family unit up until the mother's husband died several years ago by a drunk driver running a red light. Since then the mother and son had struggled to keep the house and to keep themselves as a family unit. The mother, a highly successful Gynecologist, still depended on her husband's income to have more than enough income.Mermaid's Love4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now that he was gone it did make it hard for her to keep the housing and her son in good schools; a constant worry for her. Furthermore, her friends have been trying to set her up with people that they thought she would be good with. Not to keen on going out on dates, she used the excuse that her son was too young for her to date. But he was now starting to hit those early teen years and was able to take care of himself, so that excuse was no longer valid. So finally she decided to
the dearest diary9.23 - autumn has the same color as morningthe dearest diary4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she was one of those women you'd pass without much of a thought. much of a long thought, at least. she wore sweat pants every day- the same gray ones, she'd think, but they were really just the same make. she wore the same shoes, the same loose shirt. the same damn, arduous face. that kind of face that reminds her of some sort of third world country- a heart shaped, tired thing. but under that dirt and grime, there are amazing, beautiful eyes. tired eyes. human eyes.
there's something about arduous people. the same, half-mooned shape under their eyes. naked lashes, and a naked, weak face. and there's definitely something about the way her lips are always the same pink, hearth-like color. the kind you don't know what it'd look like wearing a smile.
that's what makes meetings all the worthwhile.
12.11 - cold breadth
she takes off her gloves and outstretches her hands. nail polish is cracked over her nails, her fingers thin at the kn
Aching I'm hungry for your hugs,Aching2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh, how I swear my hips ache for you.
Hush little baby..."Hush little baby don't say a word, mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird." A soft voice drifted around the room. "And if that mocking bird don't sing, mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring."Hush little baby...4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hush!" She quieted, looking to the gray, stripped cat in her arms. "Someone's coming. It's nearly time." The cat told her.
"I-I don't know about this, Cashew. What if-"
"Be quiet! You want to get out of here, don't you? So listen to me and get ready to run." The cat buried itself in the crook of her arm, flicking it's tail. The girl bit her lip, moving her long, black hair out her face as the doorknob to the room jiggled and a pair of feet walked in.
"Andy, it's ti-Andy?" The voice was laced with a Hispanic accent. "Andy, dondé esta?"
"Go now!" Cashew told the girl. Taking a deep breath the young teenager crawled from under the bed and raced out the room, leaving a very confused Dr. Boss.
"Andy! Come back!" He called, giving chase.
"What do we do now, Cashew?" Andy panted, making sure to keep a