Why Books SuckLet me write you a story of all you want to hear. Of intercourse and romance, drugs and beer.Why Books Suck5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of simple plots and story devices, where no thinking is required.
I'll even make it into a series, everything you've desired.
Pick it up in the middle, why not? It's all the same. So-and-so get together,
there's sex on every page. It's the best story in the world, and it only took me six days!
Don't worry about morals, there's none to be learned.
If you hate life-long lessons, then enjoy every word.
The characters are flat with the basic of descriptions, with no voice of their own.
If one dies, no tears will be shed, there's another just around the bend.
They have no flaws to their name, no special traits to distinguish them, they're all the same.
Don't worry about remembering them, this story is stress-free, here for your pleasure.
You'll hold it like a treasure, believe it's the best thing ever written.
Oh, and do not feel guilty, do not feel smitten.
Each line was without effort, it was wri
Just RightThey called me The White Whale.Just Right1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I dreamed of carving off my blubber,
perhaps learning to breathe
for minutes at a time
so I could sing,
because whales are elusive.
The ocean is vast. I could have lived
without another pinch, another poke, another
he only loves you for your tits. Get a tan,
go for a jog, are you gonna eat
Their harpoons were steady.
They had no remorse, a close friend told me,
"I just want you to be healthy." She braided my hair,
complimented the color, my eyes a drizzle,
said there was a mermaid
hiding in my shape,
I started smoking the next day.
I used to pace from the cabinet
to the basement with armfuls of confections,
I hid behind our yellow shed and guzzled
black coffee, nicotine, green tea, THC,
with giddiness turned vibrant,
all colors shook,
the first person to notice
said he didn't know I could look so good.
I found my cheekbones, polished my scales,
glittered and flitted and flirted and swam
in schools of gaping grou
Be a Good Boy, un. Chapter 01Be a Good Boy, un!Be a Good Boy, un. Chapter 018 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By: Anjel Rocker
It had been his shopping day in the town closest to the caverns, which he lived with the other members of the notorious band of missing nin called the Akatsuki. He was running back to the caves with two tickets in his hand, forgetting the grocery bags back at the village, where he had won the tickets. Going into the cavern, he danced and twirled, dodging all the tricks and traps to keep out door-to-door salesmen and Girl guides selling cookies. They usually found the cookies later on the dead bodies and took them, without paying.
Never the less, the orange masked Akatsuki was very excited as he found the hidden rock in the dead end of the cavern. Pushing the button, the door lifted to reveal a cozy looking living area that was complete with all the comforts of living in a normal western style home. The wallpaper was red with white swirling clouds and the ground was tiled black with the white outlined Akatsuki cloud.
There was a
Iruka's RevengePart 2: Iruka's RevengeIruka's Revenge9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Part 2: Iruka's Revenge!
It was a normal night at Ichiraku, like any other. Iruka sat with his doting former student, Naruto, who was slurping down noodles as if they were as vital as the air he breathed. When he finally stopped for a real breath, he noticed that his sensei was scowling and staring off into space absent-mindedly. The blonde cocked his head at Iruka curiously.
"Iruka-sensei? What's wrong?"
Iruka snapped out of it and turned to Naruto apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Naruto," he said, shaking his
Animated World Sourcebook (Version 0.5)Animated World SourcebookAnimated World Sourcebook (Version 0.5)3 years ago in Settings More Like This
*Short Version For Writing A Story In This World*
At current, between five and ten percent of the world is animated. Normal people turn into animated ones of the course of several hours (between two and six), often while they sleep. The change always begins at their hand, with no preference for left or right. Most accept and even enjoy their change. Their art styles vary as much as human imagination. Their touch spreads their art style temporarily to the things and people they are in direct contact with, but does not change them. There is no known cause but the world is adapting to the presence of millions of people who look like living works of art.
No superpowers. Skilled changlings would be the closest thing but less than ten thousand exist. Of those, very few have full control of their ability to change.
Wings or added physiology fall within human limitations.
There is no means for the conve
She Was a Stormcloudshe was a stormcloud, and you loved her,She Was a Stormcloud3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the two of you took walks and wore
nothing but promises,
broken chains and
strands of pinkish pearls.
and the two of you kissed under trees that attracted silver lightning
(metal branches scraped the sky, and you, always faithful,
tipped your coat over her head to keep her dry.)
but she never stayed that way.
in an instant, she had whirled into the rain
and danced without clothes,
and she left you
with the pain of frostbite on your naked skin
where you trusted her to kiss you warm,
and you thought you heard her laughter
when the sun came out again the next day,
and the next.
she was a stormcloud, and you loved her,
and you didn't know it at the time but
(and they never
The Amazing Soul of Alice Tipton (ONE)I see dead people. That's a line I heard in a film once and it's true about me. Well, sort of. I have only actually seen a dead person once and, technically, he was un-dead.The Amazing Soul of Alice Tipton (ONE)3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I realized my life wasn't going to be like other people's when I was six years old. Most children imagine monsters in their room, behind their doors and under their beds. But I could actually see them.
For week I have been watching the dark in my wardrobe. The problem was, the darkness stares back at me, or rather, two silver eyes watch me from behind my dresses and coats. Every night I shut my wardrobe door firmly and lean my bedroom chair against it. And every time I wake in the early hours of the morning, the wardrobe door is wide open, my chair back at the desk and the eyes are watching me.
It is late January, when the nights are at their blackest and the moisture on my window freezes on the inside of my room. The eyes have been appearing since Christmas Eve. I have spent nearly a month sleeping with the li
Blinking Under Paris LightsStars don't shine like lovers do.Blinking Under Paris Lights4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
-Fanfiction?- Bloody SundayJanuary 22, 1905-Fanfiction?- Bloody Sunday6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
St. Petersburg, Russia
A hoard of people. People by the thousandsno, hundreds of thousands. Marching, singing, advancing, shivering it must have been cold. Werent they cold? Even inside, the Soviet winter spared no one; he wore his scarf and full military regalia and still it was bitter.
He brushed his fingers against the window. A sheet of ice. He drew away.
They were getting closer now. What did they want? He could pick up their voices. Some were singing God Save the Tsar. Others were shouting.
Though he did not want to admit it to himself, he could feel it festering in the back of his mind; the notion that trouble was brewing. Watching solemnly as the crowd persevered against the snow, he caught, out of the corner of his eye, a long, greasy barrel propped against the wall.
They were closer now. A few faces on the front lines became more than just the abstract blur of a distant mob. Singing. Shouting. Indistinct. A cacophony of hum
BraveryThere once was a time,Bravery6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Where a lot of people died.
This war was the great one,
Where no one really won
Everyone lost a lot,
Because everyone fought.
None declared reign,
They were in too much pain.
The fighting just ceased,
When the leaders declared peace.
It was a never ending storm.
I was one of the few who survived,
But I barely came back alive.
If it wasn't for him,
I'd have lost my every limb.
Now I owe him my life,
But he was struck down with the enemy's knife.
I was surprised I was saved,
I wasn't worth it, I wasn't brave
How I wish it was reversed.
My life feels like a curse.
Because I was saved,
For him, I'll be brave.
The sequel to this war is sure to come,
I'll be brave when it does,
And I'll make the world peaceful,
So there isn't another sequel.
And when there's peace,
My life will only then cease,
And I'll no longer be cursed,
My heart will no longer want to burst.
And when I'm dead,
There won't be any dread.
I'll see him once more,
And say, 'I ended the
Thank YouThank You8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For all the times
you talked to me,
and saved me
For all the ways
you showed me
I am strong-
I am beautiful...
For all the things
you've done for me,
even if I
didn't deserve it...
For all the times
you had the patience
to deal with
all my problems...
For all the times
you stood at my side,
though my world
crashed down on us both...
For all the times
I've dragged you down,
and your strength was enough
to save me too in the end...
I'd be lost without you.
Bittersweet Warmth RussLietLithuania shivered, hands pulling his coat tighter about his chest. Even wearing his heaviest coat, a coarse, dark green and shapeless mass, the wind chilled him to the bone. He supposed he was just not used to this weather, even though it had been years already. Russian winters were so much colder than at home.Bittersweet Warmth RussLiet6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Everywhere here was white, a white so true that every shadow was blue. The snow already nearly reached his knees, and it had began to soak through his pants. He shouldn't even be out here right now, but he couldn't very well leave Latvia alone. It was his own fault for getting his younger brother so excited over the cookies that they were making together. In hind sight, he should have gathered the needed fir cones much earlier, before the mid-day snow had fallen.
Russia had left the house some time that morning, and with him went the weight of stress that had been building for days on end. The tall man had been dealing with some sort of trouble, though he was unwilling to speak
+APH FIC+ Away From the SunAll Russia could see anymore was darkness. Like his own personal sun had been snuffed out, leaving no light for him to move by, no light to see where he was headed. He was unsure where each step would take him. If he would be safe, or if his choice of action would send him tumbling into a never ending precipise.+APH FIC+ Away From the Sun6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Where had his sun gone? Why had it left him? Where was every ounch of assurance that Russia had ever had?
He was scared, horrified even. He could so easily turn to ruin with just one wrong move. He was scared to move. He didn't want to make the deciding error that would kill him.
He could leave that to his leaders, as he had for over 70 years. They knew what was right for him. Lenin, Stalin, Malenkov, Khrushchev, Brezhnev, Mikoyan, Andropov, Chernenko, and now Gorbachev. They had known what was right for him. He could blindly follow their lead and not worry if his own actions would be those that would bring him down.
Did he need his little sun back? Did he need his driving forc
Economic WarKirielsonEconomic War8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today we're here to make history
breaking up the mystery
about the secret project
that can project
the page views
of the this crew
Down town is where the people exist
but the problem persists
mother, children father,
I can't stand the function of this society
by the means of which you call home
its not everyday that you can wake up and declare war
money is the core
of the problems in store
for the people that try to do well
but get dragged in into political hell
by blind patriotism
they need to know that they're putting them in political prison
its the money that creates the diamonds
creates the facism and the political ladder to be climbin'
BAM; was the shot this morning
I'd say I'm sorry but I'm really scorning
Those blood damned diamonds cost me more keg
Then again, what do you care, you aren't missing an arm and a leg
You'll send people to others
make parents loose kids, sisters lose brothers
but you don't care
you'll just stare
Inner BeautyInner Beauty:Inner Beauty3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The very best of fruit
Is not the most beautiful;
But is simply sweet.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 10th May 2012
Immaturity"Not being able to die yet."Immaturity4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Anti-Twilight ArticleThe Twilight series, written by Stephenie Meyer, has become a smash hit all over the world, selling 25 million copies worldwide and 20 million in the United States alone. Twilight, the first book in the series, has been named a New York Times bestseller and Publisher's Weekly Best Book of the Year. Quite a shame, considering the substandard quality of these novels. In asking fans what precisely they loved about these books for the purpose of trying to discover exactly how such novels have become fabulously popular, it seems to boil down to three reasons: One, Twilight is entertaining simply for a fun read, with a rather unique plot line. Two, the fluffy love story appeals to the inner romantic in many, many girls and women. Three, Edward Cullen.Anti-Twilight Article7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Twilight in a nutshell: Isabella(Bella) Swan moves to Forks, Washington and meets the Cullens, the impossibly beautiful vegetarian(meaning they only suck the blood of animals) vampire family. Edward Cullen, the only single vampire out of the lo
The Red DawnDisclaimer: D.Gray-Man belongs to Hoshino Katsura.The Red Dawn7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
紅暁~The Red Dawn
The dawn dyed in red.
I thought so, looking at that window.
The beams of light from the sun passing through the bloodstained window were terribly red.
And then, the one leaning against that window was him. Cross Marian.
Abeo SolusAbeo Solus3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flitting heartbeat, sparrow high,
twisting round the mountain's eye,
tracing breath of shattered skies
and filling velvet palms.
Falling sparrow, cry of stone,
wings of mist and powder bone
sipping, slipping from thy throne
within their crimson throng.
Treading now, beneath the clouds
As what was once so heaven bound
now falling, falling, to the ground
And singing silent songs.
Fly no more, above the arcs
singing side thy fellow Larks
curl beneath their shadows dark
and sing your silent songs.
Your flitting heartbeat, Sparrow high,
now sings of silent songs.
Once Upon a Universeshe dipped her fingers in silverOnce Upon a Universe6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and painted the stars across the black night sky.
she breathed fire and every star ignited,
pulsing as far as the eye could see.
there was something missing.
she tilted her head curiously to the side,
and realized that every star in the sky was not enough,
for their pulses were not heartbeats,
and though they were bright beacons on the horizon,
they were not alive.
she understood and closed her eyes,
summoning from the depths a ball of clay.
it was nothing compared to its giant cousins
but soon to become so much greater,
for she cupped the infant in her hands
and breathed life upon the planet, extracting from within
just a few drops of blood,
and weaving crimson heartstrings beneath the soil.
with a snap of her fingers, the earth quaked,
and from the depths of the core, with her passion thumping in their chests,
emerged Man and Woman.
she dipped her fingers in gold
and painted the hearts of mankind,
inspiring in them the will to fight for survival,
Does Hetalia teach us history?Q: Does Hetalia teach us history?Does Hetalia teach us history?5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A: Yes and no.
I've been into Hetalia for almost three months, ever since I discovered it one very unusual and hot November day. Since I'm a history lover, I immediately fell in love with Hetalia. For these three months, I've learned many things I didn't even know about, not to mention my history and geography knowledge extended. But, then, I happen to come across many discussions on Net, about the question: "Does Hetalia teach us history?" Two political and historical parties were formed, arguing with each other and expressing their opinions. One party's answer is "yes", while the other says "no". There were couple of them, like Switzerland, who were neutral. Soon, I found myself in bewilderment about the whole situation. I hate being neutral, so I tried to think of a reasonable answer. What was the answer? Yes or no? If yes, then how? If no, then why? The question was left unanswered, until one day, I woke up in 4 AM with the idea for essay.