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.
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
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
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
Memories of Walter SullivanMemories of Walter Sullivan11 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Every hour of every day, all I thought of was my mother. I longed to be held by her and to be loved like all the other children. They were so lucky. I watched Eileen walking with her mother, holding her hand, not a care in the world. I dreamed once that it was my hand her mother was holding and her happy smile shining upon me instead. Oh how I didn't want to wake from that dream. My mother was always one step away from my grasp. I knew she was there somehow, standing in front of that door, or watchin it from the building across the street, I could feel her presence. When I was taken away to that house, I felt mother slip away. I cried. The adults were always busy teaching me and at the time they were so silly. I just wanted to go home, to be with mother. One day I talked with a certain woman and she showed me a way I could be with my mother again. I was happy. I worked hard and ignored all the pain for it seemed like nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Twenty one. Thats all it wo
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."
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 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 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
Little Girls Need FantasiesLittle girls need fantasies.Little Girls Need Fantasies6 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
: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
Next Stop"Next stop...HELL!" A voice exclaims, preceded by the three incessant, yet familiar tones.Next Stop5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I glance up from my notebook, balanced precariously on my lap, and into the eyes of the passenger across from me. He can't be much older than me, eighteen at the most, and chestnut curls peek out from under a black toque. It's pulled down to cover his eyebrows, and he grins back at me unashamedly. Rolling my eyes, I return my gaze top my lap, the color-coded stages of mitosis glaring up at my sleepy eyes. "Believe it or not, even nerds go to Hell" his voice breaks through the uniform buzz of the train flying along the tracks, and I look up again, unimpressed.
"Pardon me?" I demand, trying to glare him down, as he chuckles at my irritation.
"I said even nerds go t-"
"I heard you the first time." My snappy response only makes him laugh all the more, "What makes you think I'm a nerd?"
"Well the highlighted notebook as thick as the Encyclopedia Britannica,
Pokemon: False RubyFalse RubyPokemon: False Ruby5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
That was it. I couldn't wait one more minute for Pokemon's fifth Generation, for Black and White, and for the grass-type starter I knew for a fact I would have to name "Smugleaf." Unfortunately, there were still a few months until the games' American release, and I would have to satisfy my need for hardcore Training with the Pokemon games I already had. Sighing, I tore into my case of DS and GBA games and immediately came face-to-cartridge with the first Pokemon game I had ever bought: Pokemon Ruby version.
Oh, the nostalgia. I had bought the game randomly as a child, wasting a month's allowance on a video game simply because it was named after my birthstone. Good thing it turned out to be a quality game as well; before long I was entirely caught up in the adventures of my Trainer, ANNA, (This was before I discovered pressing the select button would allow you to enter lowercase letters on the naming screen. I just assumed all characters had to have their name enti
Of StrangersSeek not the stranger, child, take heedOf Strangers5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His actions and words you may misread
Your love is a rose you cast willfully
Not flowers but thorns is all that he sees
His skin is soft, his blood runs free
So please, child, let strangers be
Trust not the stranger, child, be wise
Though his hair be brown as well as his eyes
His face is a mask, his smile painted on
As soon as you see him, he is gone
Not what you think nor deserve nor dream
Remember, child, we are not what we seem.
Love not the stranger, child, be strong.
Though his boots are black and his coat is long
Of him you know nothing, not age face or name
You see what is shown, spotlighted by fame
The glitter of dreams are veiling your eyes
Be warned, child, this stranger lies.
Beware the stranger, child, take care
Charming of smile or long of hair
For while a mortal this time you found
Many a monster does lurk in the crowd
And many a monster, no matter how mild
Would be more than pleased to devour a child.
MiSsInGnO wAnTs YoUMissingNo.MiSsInGnO wAnTs YoU5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We all think of it as a CuRsE rIgHt?
I aM nOt A cUrSe!
I aM a ThInG oF B3$&5tY!@#
I had always heard about the mysterious MissingNo when I was growing up with Pokemon. I was curious about it, because I had never encountered it. I was about 10, and I was playing around with my new Action Replay. Seeing the MissingNo code, I was curious, and tried it out. My game froze. I never played the same game ever again- I restarted it. I don't trust MissingNo anymore...
It's been a few years now. I had done some research on this mysterious pokemon. MissingNo was originally a Marowak. The producers of the game had made Cubone become Marowak, and then made Marowak become Kangaskhan. But then they decided far too into the first game to not make that be the case, and tried to erase that Marowak. They didn't mean to, I think, but the ended up making MissingNo... That's why it evolved into Kangaskhan
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!
Not meant to be seen.Not meant to be seen.5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Not meant to be seen.
"Hey you! Over there! Could you come here for a second?"
A young trainer called Lyra, from New bark town, and the Typhlosion who was walking with her quickly turned their heads upon hearing a female voice calling out.
"Huh? You mean me?" Lyra said, looking at the person to whom the voice belonged. She didn't recognise the person from anywhere because she was covered from head to toe by a brown robe.
"Yes. You. Could you please come a bit closer?"
Lyra wasn't sure if she wanted to approach the person, since her mother had always told her to stay away from mysterious people who tell young girls to approach them like this. However, not only was this person a girl, she also noticed that the person was no taller than she was. She eventually decided to approach anyway.
"Even If that person really wants to hurt me, I'll still have Ifrit to protect me. It'll be fine." She thought as she approached, Ifrit the Typhlosion following closely behind.
The mysterious person's fac
detainedHarley is drained.detained5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Completely, totally, a hundred percent drained.
If exhaustion were money... well, she wouldn't see a cent of it, because she'd still be in Arkham, but she would be loaded.
And not the kind of loaded she is now, where whatever they gave her to put her to sleep has her giggling and watching the dust dance in the tiny slivers of light from the Maglites scouring the halls. No natural light for her, not even in the daytime, because not everyone is as lucky as Pam.
Harley resents her right now.
But not really, because she's too busy fighting off the drug to resent anybody. Even Bats. (Okay, maybe she resents him a little.) She can't sleep, because if Mr. J comes for her and she's asleep, he'll be angry. Probably leave her there to teach her a lesson.
The Arkham people know this, she suspects. That's why they drugged her. (Okay, so all the dangerous criminals get sleeping pills before lights out. Teehee, Harley's a dangerous criminal. That makes her smile.)
She can h
The Boy Who Drew Cats We are born slowly, and shakily. First, we are exposed to wonderful sound, second, we are allowed to gaze upon the world with fresh eyes, then we can stretch our clumsy paws, breathe in the fresh air, and finally, we are allowed to rear back on our hind legs and bat at the sun's rays.The Boy Who Drew Cats5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A child is our 'God'; our creator. He is the weakest of his family, and we feel grief for the troubles he goes through. His brothers and sisters are tan, strong, perhaps smart, but they lack the creativity the boy so willingly uses. The boy is everything his siblings aren't; he is pale, the weakest of his family, and he has enough creativity to last three life times over.
One day, his parents took him to the local priest; we were allowed to see this through the small crack in the scroll the boy carried with him where he had drawn our bodies sprawled across the page. We listened with a dawning