Have One On Me, Chapter OneChapter 1Have One On Me, Chapter One6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Looking for Loopholes
If you have ever been lucky enough to have dreamt the most wonderful dream, and experienced "lucid dreaming" within it, then you know how Alice felt after climbing out of the rabbit hole. If not, then you can not possible imagine the feeling of freedom and adventure. It is a feeling not unlike when you watch a firework shoot up into the sky, and when the screeching ceases, the very moment before the firework bursts, and every fibre and liquid in your body seems to hold still. Not unlike that, except heightened ten-fold. But of course this feeling doesn't last for ever. It blossoms and fizzles out as soon as you wake up and swing your legs over the edge of the bed, ready for the real world. Alice had been trying profusely to recreate that feeling in Overland. She knew "The real world" was full of loop holes back to Underland, but they had all been sewn up. The hours Alice had spent peaking down rabbit holes and gazing into looking glasses. She
The Man Your Main Could BeThe Man Your Main Could Be6 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Look at your main. Now back to me. Now back at your main. Now back to me. Sadly, she isn't me. And she will never smell like me.
Look down. Back up. Where are you? You're in a raid with the man your main could be. What's in your hand? I have it. It's two months' WoW time. Look again. The WoW time is now soul shards. Anything is possible when your main smells like Fel Lotus and not a corpse. My horse is on fire.
Tech TheatreHere, the uniform consistsTech Theatre7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of ratty t-shirts and tattered jeans.
Work gloves and paint-covered shoes.
Sawdust and powertools are your only accessories,
And blisters, splinters and scrapes are considered the height of fashion.
Your arms will ache,
Your feet will be sore,
And you will be exhausted beyond belief.
But nothing can compare
To the sense of accomplishment
That accompanies the completion
Of a tech theatre workday.
What is Drama?Drama isWhat is Drama?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A few amazing teachers
Trying to create something beautiful
With a bunch of kids
Who are as silly as they are talented.
It's the coming together of all these people
With different abilities and different personalities,
And their effort to tell a story -
With music or without -
And transport themselves and the audience
To another world.
The high emotions surrounding the audition -
The nerves, the doubt.
It's waiting for call backs
Or cast lists
To be posted.
And the elation -
Or disappointment -
Or confusion -
When the cast is revealed.
The first few practices,
Reading from books,
It's the first time you listen to to a song
That you will know by heart
For the rest of your life.
Trying out new warm ups -
Walking the space,
Death by eye contact,
Dance parties on stage.
It's being trapped
In endless rounds of the freeze game,
Changing roles from old man
To dinosaur to gay hair dresser
To something so inappropriate the teacher makes
Little GirlsOne little girl playing tea partyLittle Girls6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Boiling tea and cyanide stir round
One dead girl quietly passing
Two little girls playing house
Knives and dolls collide inside
Two dead girls dismantled and packed inside
Three little girls playing jump rope
Barbed wire swinging under foot
Three dead girls wrapped in barb wire
Four little girls playing hop scotch
Blood filled shoes jump on squares
Four dead girls soaked in broken glass
Five little girls playing red rover
Grass stains and foot prints stained dresses
Five dead girls stained grass
Nightmare CafeNightmare Cafe4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Freddy sat behind the bar with his head lying on the bar. In his hand he held a cigarette. It wasn't too crowded in the café though. Most tables were taken by handful of men were drinking with each other. And the one table in the corner was taking by a woman and a man, who kept kissing the woman's arm. They seemed familiar to Freddy. Not that he cared, but that's what he thought. Then the door opened and someone walked into the café. He took place on the seat next to Freddy. 'Two tequila.' He said to the bartender. Freddy lifted up his head and saw it was re-Freddy. He sighed and let his head lean on his hand. 'What are you doing here?! Don't answer that, I'm too boozed up to throw you out anyway.' re-Freddy shrugged and put one glass in front of Freddy. 'Not here to fight, okay. I need to take load off too, you know.' He drank the tequila in one gulp. 'How many times have you done that tonight?' Freddy asked. 'Twelve.' re-Freddy said. 'And I'm still seeing straight.' Freddy
How to be an artistBeing an artist is not so simpleHow to be an artist4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nor is it a gift to those who are faithful.
It is the easiest thing in the world to do
But also the hardest by far to have a breakthrough.
It starts with a thing that some call will.
"Where there is a will, there is a way"
You'll hear them say.
Follow it down a path, don't let it go astray.
Passion is next, but not to be confused.
A mixture of love and anger, that only you can transfuse.
Kept tight in a bottle till the time is right
Then let it explode! Giving new insight.
If by now you've decided, then you'll need some tools.
Canvas, paper, film, get whatever you can use.
Media on which you can express your thoughts and desires
For without them, you are just another with grand ideas.
If you've come this far, then go all the way.
But you must have a heart,
That is the key and mainstay.
Being an artist means you create
With nothing but creativity
And see the world through all its objectivity.
Our brushes and pens and whatever,
All fueled by the ink of ou
Romance My Chemical RomanceRomance9 years ago in General More Like This
I Brought You My Bullets, You Gave Me Your Love
The man stirred on the forest floor, his eyelids heavier than ever. He was thankful of the sleep itself, but the dreams he had been given were simply even more horrible to bear than his actual reality.
He was pathetic, a soul, ragged and worn, who had seen too much in the past few hours. He had been shocked and appalled; the last thing he would have ever expected. It had driven him to pop a few pills in the night, most of which he hoped had been slept off, but there was still a cloudiness, a dreamlike haze that lingered in his mind. He sat up, groggy and dizzy only to find a headache that had been hiding from him. He looked to the ground; the sunlight that was shining through the foliage on the luscious leaves blinded him slightly. The mood was not right now. The night he had spent in the forest had been the most perfectly gloomy atmosphere he needed. Now, the sun was laughing at h
Have One On Me, Chapter ThreeChapter 3Have One On Me, Chapter Three6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Alice Shaped Thing
Alice woke up dizzy, again. The world seemed to be spinning in an effort to throw her off of its surface, again. Leaves were falling on to the ground to reside with and cover Alice. They somehow seemed larger than before as the setting sun shone through them, making their veiny skeletons stand out against their skins. How long had she been knocked out? Certainly more than ten minutes this time. And where had that horrid cat gone? As Alice went to sit up she felt her stomach growl as a ravenous hunger threatened to necrotise her insides. She had never felt so hungry. But she couldn't feel this hungry, she'd helped herself to carrot cake only a few hours previous. Or at least that was her understanding. How long had she been unconscious? Alice began to panic.
"Alright Alice," she thought to herself. "Just get up. Get up right now." but before she could move a muscle she saw something moving beneath the leaves that conceale
Have One On Me, Chapter FourChapter 4Have One On Me, Chapter Four6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reliably The Wrong Size
Alice had to admit it was rather strange to see her body without her inside it, acting so different to her. She wondered whether the Tweedle brothers felt the same about seeing someone so similar to themselves. But then again they were never without each other, so to them it might feel strange to not see someone so alike. When Cheshire beckoned her up onto the table Alice felt a little hesitant. She didn't want the Hatter, or anyone else for that matter, to see her in the state she was. But she bound up onto the table all the same and sat next to Chess. Still the Hatter hadn't noticed her since he was arguing with her body's kidnapper. He knelt on the table and leaned in close to Alice's tiny body, but it wasn't intimidated.
"What have you done with Alice's consciousness?" he said in a low voice, his Scottish accent coming through ever so slightly. The Alice shaped thing looked back at him in stubborn silence.
"So it's like that,
PASSIONPASSION10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Passion - it lives, it breathes, it exists within us,
To inspire us, to invoke us, to entice us to find adventure in all life."
"It is the fire that burns within our blood,
It is the little voice in our mind we hear,
That urges us, that taunts us, that seduces us to go beyond even our fears."
"Passion - it is the reason."
"It is the reason that the sun seeks out the horizon with such intensity,
To burn it, with its kiss of rays complete
Filling then all of life with its passionate heat."
"It is the source of all that is power in nature.
"It is the gale of a hurricane."
"It is the flash of the lightning as the storm thunders out its name.
"It is the cause of the frantic rush of the waves to kiss the shore.
"It is the touch of a lover's lips to another in the beginning of a dance of
"Passion is who we are."
"Passion is either our very life's breath or the very final beat of our heart in its death."
Little Girls Need FantasiesLittle girls need fantasies.Little Girls Need Fantasies7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They need magic, they need beauty.
Who does not want to be beautiful?
Not everyone is lucky enough to be beautiful.
The least you can do, is pretend that they are beautiful
Little girls need fantasies.
They need to be treated as if they
Were more precious than all of the stars in the sky.
They need to bury their face in your shoulder
To let out all their worries and fears
They need to laugh, to cry, to dream
To believe that they are capable of anything.
Little girls need fantasies
Just as much as a flower needs the sun
Little girls are flowers, each lovely in their own way.
They come in many colors and many sizes.
How can a woman bloom from the barren without any rain?
The sun is so harsh, and something so lovely and small
Can only take so much of the heat.
Little girls need fantasies.
When they are older
And more woman than girl
The world will whisper lies,
Lies of beauty,
Lies of fame,
Lies of how to win the worlds game
Lies of what l
Have One On Me, Chapter FiveChapter 5Have One On Me, Chapter Five6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I Aught Not
The Hatter leapt up from his chair and stood bold upright back to back with it, so that he didn't face the naked Alice. Both Cheshire and the ragged cat were sniggering behind her; whether they were laughing at her or the Hatter's reaction, Alice didn't know. She looked up at the back of the Hatter's head and saw that it was still, unnaturally so. A pang of guilt sank comfortably into her stomach when she saw what an awkward position she had put him in.
"I'm sorry, I should have realised." she moaned sincerely as she went to get off of the table, but she soon realised it was impossible to move in a ladylike and appropriate way, so she remained where she was, surrounded by teacups, saucers, cakes and teapots.
"You needn't apologise," replied the Hatter his voice shaking slightly with embarrassment. "For we must concentrate on what to do about your nakedness. Since you are a naked Alice of the good and proper Alice size, you are al
Have One On Me, Chapter SevenChapter 7Have One On Me, Chapter Seven6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Golden Rain
Alice woke up feeling very solid. Her body was as still as the untouched sand on the sea bed, but her heart was pounding. She hadn't had a dream, let alone one that real, for the longest time. That frightening in a long time.
A crack of light streamed through the barely open door to the Hatter's bedroom. She had gone to sleep alone and woken up alone since the Hatter was supposedly asleep in the front room, after he insisted that Alice have the only bed in the house. But sleeping on the sofa was not without its problems; the most difficult of which being moving a stubborn Cheshire from its centre. Now even though the sofa had a sleeping Hatter on it, it also bore a line of distinct gashes down its back cushions caused by Cheshire's pointed claws.
The sofa was not the only injured party of that evening. When Alice, the Hatter and Chess went to bath the ragged cat she had shown a feeling stronger than reluctance. The three of them seemed to loom over her ominous
Have One On Me, Chapter TwoChapter 2Have One On Me, Chapter Two6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Two Sides to Every Looking Glass
When Alice opened her eyes she saw that she was on her knees, as she had been in Overland, but there was no longer a rabbit hole before her. The Snud to Queast tree stood stunted and twisted in front of her. Alice uncertainly stood up and waited for the world to stop spinning. Gripping the battered hat box with both hands she grinned up at the sky. She had made it. She was back in Underland. But which way to go? Alice was sure that when Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum had been captured by the Jubjub bird they had been flown East to Queast to Salasimgrom where the Red Queen's castle resided. So, thinking logically, Alice deduced that going in the complete opposite direction would take her to the pleasant part of Underland. She dusted off her dress, packed the cocoon and vial back into their box, and began walking purposefully towards the woods where she had met with the Cheshire Cat on her first two visits to Underland.
"Alright Alice," she thought
FRANK IERO QUOTESFrank Iero quotesFRANK IERO QUOTES8 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
"This is a band that will save your life."
"I would date Gerard."
"I can't imagine any other bands having better kids than ours, and if they do at least I know our kids can beat up their kids."
"I'm totally f-in' bummed about the 'Ghost of You' leak. If you see a site with a link to the video, please don't watch it. Don't send it out. Don't look at screencaps. It's NOT FINISHED YET!"
"If I revealed my secret identity, the world would go to shit."
Camera Man: "Can't handle with that." Frank: "Hmmm, you need to a open mind my friend."
"Oh, one time we got held hostage!
"We've mutilated, killed and disemboweled rock 'n' roll clichés!
"My biggest addictions have been chocolate cake, mashed potatoes, and butter sandwiches.
"I burn everything and call it Cajun.
"Really I don't know anything other than Jersey. I like the dirtiness of it. Now I'm getting to see the world, and it's great, but it's not better than Jersey"
Camera man: "Did you read t
post blackjohnny cash wore blackpost black6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
jezus christ had long hair
martin luther king jr had black skin
but there'z none more black than me
i am the darkness in your light
i am the black to your white
i am god in the flesh
the walking light in your world of darkness
a living, breathing contradiction of purity
in your impure world of hypocrisy
i am born of right and wrong
to bring a message of equality
i'm the lucidity in your world of dreamz
yet i'm the dreamer, killing your reality
i am the innocence in your lie
and i'm the lie in your innocence
the truth you find only in your liez
the truth in a world of cliché
i turn everything black
burn it into darkness
and bring the true light to shine
to guide us thru your web of deceit
to carry us all back home
you may think i'm just darkness
you may think i'm just light
truth iz, i am purity and truth
but how would you know that
if you've never seen it before
when you laid 3yez on me, you knew
but everything you've ever been taught
tellz you not to believ
MadnessPieces of my life fallMadness7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the dark sky of my imagination;
They land and shatter at my feet,
Sending shards of my broken mind
In every direction.
They embed themselves
In my sightless eyes
And I am lost forever
To the pull of insanity.
Gravity is strong - stronger than me.
I'm falling, plummeting
Through the inky blackness -
I know now that
I'll never reach the bottom.
Ha Ha HarleyWhat is he doing to me? Things used to be clean cut and clear,Ha Ha Harley7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But now, his velvet voice at my ear, slick as oil,
Whispering, with smooth and sickening seductiveness, secrets- lies,
His sweet words are lies, says sanity, but he says there are no lies, only fictitious truths and authentic truths.
Why is he doing this to me? The Clown Prince of Crime,
He is fears face. Blood red lips,
All of his evil, the essence of anarchy, carved there in a permanent leer. Smiling scars.
Eyes, black on both sides. Looking in, hopeless darkness. Looking out, seeing only the colourful darkness of our world. Colours he cant understand.
Ha. Ha. Ha. He tolls his death bell for me. I am a funny joke, to him.
His mind games played, his punch line is told. A killing joke. Ha! Ha! Harley!
:Cloned::Cloned:5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
[Based on a true story...Slightly modified. ]
The cloning tricks in Pokemon games are such a blast, and they are the things that EVERYONE wants to know how to do. I was one of the hundreds, maybe thousands, on that bandwagon, especially when Pokemon Gold, Silver, and Crystal first appeared.
The cloning glitch was simple. You had the Pokemon you desired to clone in your party, went to the PC, switched to an empty box, then let the game save. After that, one proceeded to choose the Pokemon you desired to clone, deposit him, her, or it into the empty box, switch over to an entirely different box, then...
You merely don't let it save. Shut off your game in the middle of the game saving the data; usually three rotations of your save 'circle' would do nicely. When you turned your game back on, you could look in your party and there would be the Pokemon you wanted to clone. You looked in the PC box in question, and oh! There it is! Another copy of your other Pokemon! Simple eh?
Well, I thou
The Joker's PsycheThe Joker's Psyche7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Wikipedia: The psychopath is defined by a continual seeking of psychological gratification in criminal, sexual, or aggressive impulses and the inability to learn from past mistakes. Many psychologists believe that psychopathy falls on a spectrum of pathological narcissism, ranging from narcissistic personality disorder on the low end, malignant narcissism in the middle, and psychopathy on the high end. An almost all-pervasive misconception is that psychopaths are doomed to a life of violence and crime. It is possible for psychopaths to become successful in many lines of work. Psychopathy is frequently mistaken with other similar personality disorders, such as dissocial personality disorder, narcissistic personality disorder, and schizoid personality disorder (as well as others).
Insanity is no longer considered a medical diagnosis but is a legal term in the United States, stemming from its original use in common law. The disorders formerly encompassed by the term cover
Planetary Go Chapter 2Title: Planetary Go! Chapter 2Planetary Go Chapter 24 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Genre: music video fic, sci fi, action
Word Count: 986
Everything was a bright white when he opened his eyes. As he blinked his gummy eyelids it took him a moment to realize that someone was asking him a question. The image of a white plastic face flashed in his mind and he struggled to focus on an answer. "Umbrella," his voice sounded like rusty machinery to his ears, "The card says umbrella."
The blonde doctor with the name tag that read "Clark" beamed at him, her smile was full of teeth as white as everything else in the room. "Excellent!" She exclaimed. "Now let's get you boys out of here!"
He blinked once at the word "here" and finally took stock of his surroundings. "Blind..." he whispered, remembering his past fears. "What's going on?" He looked her over and saw the uncertainty in her movements as she detached him from the monitors. "You're not a doctor."
She jumped a little at hi
Self Control"Release Me!"Self Control6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He screamed, his teeth bared in rage
His eyes hot and burning, seeing only his cage
His master just smiled, and chidingly said
"I cannot, my treasure," and stroked gently his head.
"You are too dangerous, your thoughts unwise"
And gazed down lovingly into hate filled eyes.
"Don't Touch Me!"
He shrieked, staggered back, lashing out.
His hand-tendons bulging, defining his shout.
His master just smiled, now soothing his tone
"I will, my child, for you are my own"
"My favorite, my dearest, my pride and my joy"
And watched, with amusement, the plight of his toy.
"Just Kill Me!"
He sobbed, a tear-sweetened demand
His knees on the floor, face in his hands
His master just smiled, and drew nearer still
"I won't, my friend, and I never will"
"I need your presence, I won't let you die"
And beamed at his pet as it started to cry.