Secret KeeperYou tell me to trust you,Secret Keeper5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That you'll keep my secrets safe.
I play it safe and start small
I tell you about my low self-esteem
And tell you that you can't tell
But you go and tell others my secret.
You wanted to be my secret keeper
But I can't even trust you with a minor one
To be a secret keeper you can't tell,
You need to be a good friend
And keep secrets secret
The trust you wanted had to be earned,
Yet you expected it to be blindly given
By a girl that's only known pain.
Acting as you have makes it harder to trust
My love that I had for you is no more,
Farewell my friend, you can't be my secret keeper forever more.
To Jail a CriminalJoseph was feeling particularly vile when he woke up on the morning of January second, 2015. At the time he had put it down to food poisoning. Something about the restaurant he had eaten at with friends last night put him off. But quickly he realized it couldn't have been food poisoning, for he had been feeling like this for the past month. Maybe it was something in the air. This bout of sickness had only just come on pending his move to the new house. But it couldn't have been that, either, because he distinctly remembered the first stirrings of it long before he lived here, back when he was still occupying that ramshackle hut on the edge of the slowly dwindling forest. Maybe something had followed him from his old house, but it wasn't that, for he had lived there his entire life before the move and hadn't been sick nary a day.To Jail a Criminal6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Well, whatever this mystery sickness was, he had resigned himself a month ago to live with it, for he was loathe to visit a doctor. Certified practitioner or n
Pink SpiderPink Spider5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What mystical creature bridges a gap?
In the heart of life where emptiness has been.
Candy-floss tentacles and a strawberry kiss,
tell me it's you Pink Spider.
A kaleidoscope of emotion raises my spirit
You run across my bedroom ceiling
sending my thoughts realing.
A journey never ends, dear Pink Spider.
You speak of forgotten friends, familiar places.
What love you bring.
Come sit with me Pink Spider, one more time.
Let's remember the good times, the music, the laughter.
Let's suck bitter sweet lemons together
and throw the dice at the windscreens of life.
You bring serenity into chaos.
You chase laughter into tears.
Your heart is the tsunami welcome.
My handsome Pink Spider Prince
that wears no crown but is laced in flamingo satin web
that protects and serves to carry you forward on this eternal journey.
YouI see who you really are, the you you try to hide.You10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I look into your eyes and I can see, the tortured soul inside.
You're not perfect and you don't try to be.
I wish that everyone else could see.
The you that's never seen without one or two books.
The you that doesn't really care much about looks.
The you that is hurting, a fact they cant comprehend.
The you that has wounds that time cannot mend.
You're nice to me and no one else.
It's like I have you all to myself.
Why can't everyone look beyond the image of you they see?
They need to learn and accept that no one's perfect, not even me.
You've been through various pain and hurt through which they've never been.
They don't realize or understand that scars aren't only left on the skin.
Your life has been hard, you've had to be tough.
I want to scream "Stop it he's been throuh enough!"
There are two parts of you that've been good from the start.
One, of course, is your soul, the other your heart.
You may seem tough, but you're gentle and
Must Be SadVanellope had been told over and over again the exact same statement:Must Be Sad3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You must be sad.
It was a funny thing, how others looked at a situation and immediately guessed what emotions ran through your head. And the worst part was, they always thought they were right. Like now, for instance. She had been approached by so many characters, some familiar and others not, and all of them said the same thing more or less;
You must be sad.
And so she listened to all of them and she waited for that feeling, sadness, to come. But it didn't. It seemed to refuse to come, refused to enter her system and fill her coding. No matter how many times they said it to her -you must be sad- she simply wasn't.
She'd gone to the funeral. But halfway through she'd left. Walked calmly out of the doors, despite the looks, and just… left, tugging the hood of her sweatshirt up as she did. He'd always teased her about that dress, so she hadn't worn it
People said she'd left because she was too emotional, that she could
1420 MHzHe keeps a list wadded in the depths of his front, left pocket: where he holds his keys, and the forgotten/abandoned shell of a lone pistachio. The list is his biography, written in the shape of Argentine Spanish:1420 MHz1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Me gustan los tomates en verano.
Yo amo a mi novio.
Nos besamos. (Mi novio chupa mis dedos de los pies.)
Las estrellas cantan sus canciones.
Mi nombre no es Eduardo.
Vivo con Jacobi ahora.
His pants are wadded, now, on summer-warmed hardwood; his shirt is draped over the back of a cane-back chair, the most incongruous of antiques in Jacobi’s tech-nerd lair. Headphones clamp his ears, and fill his head with the lisping whisper of interstellar hydrogen, broadcasting itself at a neat 1420 MHz. Bedroom is the wrong word for a place like this, despite the sorts of furnishings one might expect. There is a bed, a dresser, a bookshelf and two nightstands cramped with magazines, graphic novels. An alarm clock gives
In too Deep - Chapter 1In too DeepIn too Deep - Chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1; Sinking like a Stone
When Dean regained consciousness, all he could focus on was his pounding headache. Every heartbeat hit like a hammer and each time it did, he could feel it in the back of his throbbing head. It was the sound of distant engines roaring through the woods that brought him back to his senses; a small comfort to know that the men who'd done this to him, were finally gone. He didn't know for sure how long he'd been out, but assumed it had been no more than a few minutes if he could still hear them speeding away into the cold, damp night. What had just happened wasn't quite clear, but what he did know without a doubt, was that he was in over his head. He let out a groan as he tried to straighten out, but the ropes and rusty barb wire wrapped around his wrists, held him firmly in place. He swore under his breath, frustrated that everything was a haze inside his pounding head... he couldn't even remember what had led to the situation he currently foun
Wreck it Ralph Sick Day Part 2Ralph would never say that "going Turbo" was the worst thing he'd ever done. In fact, it had been the best. Life for him had never been better- new friends, new home, and a life where he was appreciated. He loved it all. The transition had been a little difficult, leaving his brick pile and moving into an apartment while his own home was being built. The ceiling was a little low, and he missed the outdoors just a tad. But other than that there hadn't been anything to truly complain about.Wreck it Ralph Sick Day Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, while he waited for the bricks he used to sleep in to be turned into a "Ralph Sized" home, he slept at the top of the apartment building- his favorite spot.
There hadn't been much to move into the apartment. A few boxes filled with random chords and sundry, another few boxes brimming with memorabilia from his game jumping. He'd placed his Hero's Duty medal (found by Felix during a romantic moonlit walk with Calhoun in the Niceland woods) on a bookshelf. The thing wasn't really that much of a weigh
Overduei don't want to be human,Overdue6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because then i wouldn't have
emotions for you to trample
and hopes for you to burn.
(i know you can't catch
smoke in a bottle,
but i tried anyways.)
i don't want to be human,
because then i wouldn't have
a body for you to strike
or a will for you to break.
(my fingers are all
bloodied from trying
to pick up the pieces.)
i don't want to be human,
because then i wouldn't have
for you to steal.
i hope you're just
TJ Guide SheetTRUE JUSTICE GUIDE SHEET (for mostly the first story):TJ Guide Sheet3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Pacaneah City (“PACK-AN-KNEE-UH”): Pacaneah City is a city that dwells within U.S.A., Alabama. It is one of the largest cities in Alabama and it’s no secret the city’s filled with mobsters and gangs.
The Lesedi mafia runs the city.
The Lesedi mafia in Pacaneah City is led by Malcolm Lesedi, with the next in charge being Sadie Lesedi (his daughter).
Facts on the name “Pacaneah”: The word “pacaneah” means “peach” in the Creek language. When the land was very first found (by the Creek Indians), the land was mostly covered in peach trees, hence where the name comes from. The city name translates to “Peach City.”
Miski City (“ME-SKEE”): Another city that dwells within U.S.A., Alabama. One of the largest cities in Alabama and is run with by mobsters and gang
The Questioner's PainOnce answers eluded the way my mind yearnsThe Questioner's Pain9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To forever question, and ever to learn
I gave myself fully to truth and to thought
Now lost in a forging; my mind wholly wrought.
But she told me to rather stay curious: live
Never contented with answers they give.
Philosophy, science, and logic: they fail
To reveal metaphysic and all it entails.
I fade as the years do, afraid, in the night,
That time, chipping edges, will turn off our light,
Once answers eluded the way my mind yearns
To forever question, and ever to learn.
I gave myself fully to truth and to thought:
Now lost in a forging, my mind wholly wrought,
I question: 'tis habit, rather than accept
I flounder about in a history swept
Of comforting truths, and step into mist
Questioning freely whether I exist.
But I do: and the ink of philosophers
Streaks and then reforms on my mind in new words.
And I love it and hate it in equal part,
For to seek without cease restores my worn heart;
Once answers eluded the way my mind yearns
Machine.I do not die.Machine.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I cannot feel.
I'll never hurt.
I'll never heal.
Forgive me when -
I break your heart?
Oil and gas;
Run through my veins -
Oil and gas...
Are my remains.
Will you -
Cry for me, when
I break your heart?
My mind is held
By mortal men
Pain that I...
Wish was my end.
Just try to -
Forget me when,
I break your heart.
More Clearly Than I Ever DidMore Clearly Than I Ever Did6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
More Clearly Than I Ever Did
Proofread by OTP
Disclaimer: I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist and gain no monetary profit for writing this fiction.
AN: This is a request from Ash Ketchum Girl about what happened to Roy. This fic contains spoilers for chapters 100-102.
More Clearly Than I Ever Did
Facing forward, both feet planted firmly on the ground, arms folded and eyes staring at the world that they couldn't convey to his brain. The thick snowflakes were falling around and on him, then melting to create small splotches of wetness on his jacket and small droplets on his black leather shoes. The white, solid precipitation was melting as it exacted its position on everything around him, and opted to paint the world with its white iciness.
For the man sitting in the courtyard on an old iron two person bench with the pigment chipping, there was no white; nor were there any browns, greens, b
Wreck it Ralph: Wave"Ralph, we gotta go!"Wreck it Ralph: Wave3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Felix's words broke through his banter with the new president, waking up the alarm in his head telling him that the arcade would soon be open. He'd have to go. She gave him a smile, telling him that it was okay; she knew he'd be there for him no matter what now, and with a smile of his own he translated the same. The space door shut, Ralph cramped in the back, but he didn't care. He just looked out the candy coated window, small threads of pink glued onto its transparent surface, and waved goodbye to Vanellope.
She waved back.
Their first goodbye was one of many. But all of their goodbyes were silent. Teeth flashing, heels clicking, and always a wave.
Returning to the arcade was a bit of a shellshock. On one hand, he missed all the adventures he'd had, all the excitement, the movement and the everlasting buzz of adrenaline in his mind. On the other hand, he was finally accepted.
He'd have credited himself; he had been the one to jump after all. But he didn't, coul
One Trick PonyOne Trick Pony5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A cold wind blew through Fillydelphia, carried by the wings of the Pegasus Ponies above. A larger town than quaint little Ponyville, it took considerably more Pegasus to bring the weather in and out. Often, they over did it, being as intrepid as Pegasus were known to be, and this was one of those days.
The wind was whipping under her purple silk coat. It was torn in several places, the pretty sparkles that had once glowed on her very body were swept away long ago.
It had been three months and two rotten weeks since that awful day. It was all Twilight's fault. That little hussy stole her spotlight, ruined her life.
Her name was Trixie. She was the greatest magician the world had seen. People fell at her feet when she flashed her tricks.
The stage was her garden. Her magic sowed the seeds. And when her flowers bloomed the world was left agape, they could only stare in infinite wonder at the Great and Powerful Trixie.
All that is what was. Her life was over now.
She tried to r
OrcaA gutted ship's hull lists,Orca6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dragged into a roiling sea
filled with blue-glass shark fins,
leaving entrails of fever through
depths of eternal night-
the oil-slick surface
shifting mottled moonlight
on coral reefs calcified against
the leaves of bodies that drift by,
sinking, to disappear into
canyon fissures deeper than the
shadows of heaven can reach-
pods of whales cruise overhead
giving off their eerie cries,
baleful orgasmic moans
as they claim their take
from the debauch of a hunt.
The moon reaches its apex
over the battlements...
deceptive silence belies
the solitude of a killing
during an orca night.
Intro to PropmakingIntro to Propmaking4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
FX School of Hard Knocks: Intro to the world of Propmaking.
OK a lot of nice people have written to me saying they want to learn how to do what I do and was wondering if I can share some secrets over NOTEs.
I don't want to seem like I'm blowing off you guys who are noobs to the Prop making but there are a few things you need to know before you waste money and time to find out this is not what you had in mind. So this is me giving you a basic picture of what it is like - in words.
First thing you guys need to know is "Prop Making" deals with making REAL LIFE PHYSICAL PROPS THAT ARE MADE WITH CHEMICALS AND A LOT OF MONEY COSTING MATERIALS THAT COULD BE HAZARDOUS TO YOUR HEALTH. We make Real Things that can be seen and touched. We are not making drawings or concept art or some imaginary thing. So anything that is physical will need a lot of production time, creative skill, mental energy and a Whole Lotta materials!
Materials cost money:
- If you want to get into prop making, yo
SPN/BtVS Fanfic - Because I'm Older - Dean/BuffySPN/BtVS Fanfic - Because I'm Older - Dean/Buffy3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Spying on a younger sibling is perfectly commendable in the eyes of an older sibling. Just ask Buffy and Dean. Pre-series for SPN; Post-series for BtVS. One-shot.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Supernatural. All rights remain. Written for fun, not profit.
Buffy told herself she wouldn't do it. After all, her little sister was not so little anymore. Dawn was a grown woman. She'd paid bills, helped save the world, learned to use weaponry. And this? This was nothingthis was Dawnie leaving for early admissions and orientation a couple months in advance because, as a grown woman, she could choose to do so. And Buffy had even agreed it was a good idea, called it a "mini vaca" before classes started.
So, why was it that Buffy currently found herself in Palo Alto? Because, the rules of the universe dictated that, as the eldest, it was her job to spy on her younger sibling. Those same rules also dictated that if Dawn could find trouble, she would.
Sweet dreams, Raven...She reared up from her bed with eyes opened in shock and terror, as the scream died from her throat they closed slightly in remorse and fear. She started to rock back and forth as she tried to keep that fear under control. Completely oblivious to the four pairs or eyes around her she chanted to herself.Sweet dreams, Raven...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Azarath Metrion Zinthos, she managed to whisper between gasps, Will it all away, just will it all away Azarath. Metrion. Zinthos
A hesitant voice retrieved her from the depths of an insanity, R-Raven? Are you ok?
He mentally punched himself for his stupidity. One look could obviously show that Raven wasnt alright, she was shaking for crying out loud!
It was at that exact moment that Raven stopped shaking. In fact it looked as though she had shut everything about herself down, she didnt even appear to breath. Then slowly, as if in a trance, she rose from her bed, still oblivious to her friends words. She wan
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
Twister pt.1 (MreaderXRubyXYang)I've been better... But anyways you know is you still have requests I will take them I have about 19 more sheets of paper where I can take them (I write all request on a clipboard, fancy right?).Twister pt.1 (MreaderXRubyXYang)6 months ago in Romance More Like This
You were just lying on your couch in your apartment that your parents bought you. The good thing was the you owned the place, the bad thing was you lived with your sister.
Weiss: "Hey (M/n) where did you put my laundry?"
You: "On the balcony to dry."
Weiss: "Okay thank, and by the way Ruby and Yang are coming over."
You: "Oh great."
Yup you are a Schnee, Your name is (M/n) (Middle Name) Schnee. The youngest in the Schnee family. You were praised by your parents by your excellency in Dust technology. For that's why you didn't go to Beacon like your sister. But you were a bit of a punk since all you did was work at home and played on your computer all day and watch Dustflix.
Weiss: "Jeez, why don't you work in the labs like the rest of them."
You: "That's bo