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 Criminal5 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
Secret KeeperYou tell me to trust you,Secret Keeper4 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.
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...6 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
Mias and Elle - PrologueThe resonating high pitch squeal was deafening as the room spun in a blur of confusion through heavy eyelids. With each lethargic heartbeat came a thundering crash of pain through the entire skull. Small pale fingers clutched desperately at honey locks and a garbled moan struggled pass soft lips and foggy blue eyes clenched closed.Mias and Elle - Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What fresh hell was this?
As hard she she tried, nothing came to mind of the previous night's ventures. It was all a fog half way through the walk home. She could remember every detail up until passing by the pounding bass and smoke filled air outside of the back doors nightclub on her usual short-cut home from her dead end job. It was dark, but upon thought, darkness was not much of a memory. And the harder she tried, the more scattered the real memories became. It was all very confusing, and since she was not one to indulge in the drink, nothing about the situation felt right.
It sounded paranoid, and quite frankly, like a pathetic excuse for whatever it w
Intro to PropmakingIntro to Propmaking3 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
YouI see who you really are, the you you try to hide.You9 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
Machine.I do not die.Machine.8 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.
Overduei don't want to be human,Overdue5 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 Sheet2 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
More Clearly Than I Ever DidMore Clearly Than I Ever Did5 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
Must Be SadVanellope had been told over and over again the exact same statement:Must Be Sad2 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
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 22 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
AloneVanellope was fine with being alone. Or so she told herself. So what if she lived alone, she'd lived alone for so long. It wasn't like she wasn't used to it by now. Who cared if one little girl lived alone. Especially in a game where every child, all of them around the ages of nine and ten, lived by themselves in one person households. Even Taffyta, up until now her tormenter, lived by herself and was perfectly fine.Alone2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So she was too.
At least, that's what she told herself.
So what if she had finally gotten used to having someone take care of her for once? So what if, for the first time, she'd finally gotten something other then people laughing and excluding her. Ralph still came to visit after work, and still talked to her. That didn't mean everything had to change at nighttime too. Nighttime, as it always had been, was a time for her to be alone. Her. A nine year old girl. Alone.
That was fine.
At least that's what she told herself.
Vanellope, after years of practice, was excellent at
Wreck it Ralph: Wave"Ralph, we gotta go!"Wreck it Ralph: Wave2 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
Pink SpiderPink Spider4 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.
Wreck it Ralph: Sick Day"I gotta tell ya, grease monkey, you sure picked a bad time to get a virus." She had picked a bad time. It was Friday night, which meant tomorrow was Saturday. And Saturday at the arcades was the equivalent to little kids in a candy shop. Pure, hectic chaos. And a lot of it.Wreck it Ralph: Sick Day2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Vanellope scowled at him from where she was walking- right beside him, her small hand clutched in his massive ones. "I didn't mean to."
Ralph had found her over an hour ago after popping over to Sugar Rush for a nightly visit. Work had ended, and he'd had to avoid bumping into an overzealous Felix Jr. who'd been getting ready for his date with Calhoun for over a week and was running late. But he'd made it. Vanellope had been ecstatic to see him, but something had been off. No flying insults, no harsh words and when he had asked her if she wanted to show him the new cart tricks she had learned she said she couldn't. "I'm feeling dizzy," she'd said, her voice small and embarrassed.
He'd checked her temperature, a cha
SPN/BtVS Fanfic - Because I'm Older - Dean/BuffySPN/BtVS Fanfic - Because I'm Older - Dean/Buffy2 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.
Hiccup"Hic."Hiccup3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Dean's head jerked from the screen of the laptop, alert. He turned and saw nothing in the crummy motel room. Sam was out for a supply run, hopefully getting Dean's pie. Shrugging, he went back to watching BustyAsianBeauties.com.
Irritated, Dean shut the laptop and looked around the room. It was empty. Nothing under the bed, in the closet, bathroom...
"Okay, seriously, what the hell is going on here?" Dean demanded. Instead of getting a verbal answer, Cas appeared 3 inches away from his face. Dean yelped and fell back on the floor, staring dizzily at the ceiling.
"Hello *hic* Dean." Castiel said, staring down at him.
"What the hell, Cas?" Dean glared at him, scrambling to his feet. "Why'd ya have to do that?"
"I have no control my appearances. I *hic*-" and he vanished again, appearing on the other side of the room. "Hiccup. I hiccup."
Dean stared at him in bewilderment before bursting out laughing. "Oh man, that's actually really funny."
"Why?" Cas frowned at
Signs you're LOTR obsessed1. You refuse to wear shoes or socks and insist your feet are getting hairier.Signs you're LOTR obsessed5 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. If someone tries to cut you off on the highway you stick your head out the window and scream "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!"
3. You interrupt a morning class with the question: "What about second breakfast?"
4. If your teacher tells you to pick your own groups for a project, you immediately go to the largest one and say: "You need people of intelligence for this assignment....project....thing."
5. You act out a conversation between Gollum, Yoda, and Dobby.
6. At random times, you scream "Nazgul!!!" and hide.
7. You constantly go out into a nearby forest and tell everyone you're looking for elves.
8. You wear a ring around your neck, and then run around the block telling people you're going to destroy it.
9. Every time you step on a spider, you shout "Die, spawn of Shelob!"
10. If anyone borrows something from you, you follow them around on all fours muttering "They stoles it from us! Stupid fat hobbitses!" until th
Character Analysis QuestionsThis is to help you develop your original characters, learn more about them, and and make them into more believable characters. Answer the questions as your CHARACTER would.Character Analysis Questions5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. What is your full name?
3. Hair/Eye Color?
4. Describe your looks. Any interesting things/defects/etc?
5. What were/are your parents like?
6. Do you have any brothers or sisters? How many? Older or younger?
7. What were/are some of the special occasions in your family? (holidays, reunions, picnics, vacations)
8. What is your favorite childhood memory?
9. What is your worst childhood memory?
10. What is/was your relationship with your family like?
11. What schools did you go to?
12. Are you now a member of any clubs, organizations, or religious congregations?
13. What sections of the newspaper do you read? Any magazines?
14. What do you enjoy doing most in your free time?
15. What kind of music do you enjoy listening to?
16. What have you read lately?
17. How old are you? How do you feel about
Paper SpeaksDon't write on me today.Paper Speaks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm just not feeling the emotion.
What if I don't want your
words plastered all over me?
I don't want your drama,
humor, excitement, romance, action.
What if I just want to be myself?
Plain, lined, fresh, untouched.
No doodles, smiley faces, or clichés, please.
I don't want to be like everybody else.
Do not turn that light on at midnight with a pen in hand,
I need my beauty sleep too.
Fine, alright, mark me all up.
It doesn't matter what my feelings are.
Just be gentle and don't get too cocky,
this is only your first draft.