Have One On Me, Chapter OneChapter 1Have One On Me, Chapter One5 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
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
What is Drama?Drama isWhat is Drama?3 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
The Man Your Main Could BeThe Man Your Main Could Be5 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.
How to be an artist[How to be an artist]How to be an artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Being an artist is not so simple
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
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
The Wooden ChildrenOne hundred wooden children marched down the streets. They marched row by row, showing painted smiles as they passed. A woman's bag slipped from limp fingers. A puppet broke from the ranks, picked it up for her, and hurried to refill the space he left. The woman ran.The Wooden Children4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
An old man followed his army of puppets, swinging his cane, as they walked through the streets. He hummed a simple, upbeat tune.
The villagers watched this strange sight. They wondered how it was done. The puppets had no strings, and the old man had not enough fingers to manipulate them all. Some tried to talk to the old man. His replied with a tip of his hat and continued to hum. Some threatened the old man told him to stop what he was doing. The threats crept back into the lips they tumbled from when the end puppets twisted their head and looked.
When night fell, the old man's song changed into whistles of high, alarming bursts. The wooden children, ever-smiling children, opened up their hollow chest
Have One On Me, Chapter TwoChapter 2Have One On Me, Chapter Two5 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
Nightmare CafeNightmare Cafe3 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 RomanceRomance8 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 FourChapter 4Have One On Me, Chapter Four5 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,
PASSIONPASSION9 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."
post blackjohnny cash wore blackpost black5 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
Have One On Me, Chapter ThreeChapter 3Have One On Me, Chapter Three5 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
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
CAPS LOCKWHY DO I SHOUT? WHY AM I CONSTANTLY SPEAKINGCAPS LOCK6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
WITH SUCH A RAISED VOICE? IT SCARES ME HOW I
CANNOT CALM DOWN LONG ENOUGH TO RECOLLECT
MY THOUGHTS AND HOW I CAN ONLY GO ON AND ON
IN HUGE-LETTERRED RUN-ON SENTENCES THAT LEAVE
ME WITHOUT BREATH NOT ENOUGH OXYGEN IN MY LUNGS
OR IN MY BRAIN TO LET ME THINK RIGHT OH GOD
OH GOD IM HYPERVENTILATING I CANT CALM DOWN.
IS IT ANGER? IS IT FEAR? IS IT EXCITEMENT? IS IT
CONFUSION? IS THIS THE CONFUSION THAT MAKES
ME SCREAM OUT LOUD AT THE SLIGHTEST TOUCH
OR BURST OUT LAUGHING IN HYSTERIA SUCH A
PRETTY WORD WHEN I THINK YOU DONT MAKE SENSE?
YOURE NOT MAKING SENSE, NOT TO ME. YOU
DONT MAKE SENSE DONT DENY IT - YOU DONT
GOD I DONT THINK IM MAKING MUCH SENSE.
DEMENTIA? OR DO I JUST NEED TO GO CRAZY FOR
A MOMENT AND LAUGH OUT, SHOUT OUT, SCREAM OUT
ALL THE STRESS BUILDING UP UNDER MY FRAGILE
SKIN? BUT THIS MOMENT LASTS TOO LONG, I CANT STOP
LAUGHING, I CANT STOP SHOUTING, I CAN
ReturnI was in my egg, born from a Yanmega; a little brother possessed me, but then he'd traded me to his sister. His sister was so shy, I felt sorry for her, even before I was born...Return4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her brother was pretty mean, but he had been nice in giving me, in an egg, to her--and in return, she gave him a Wailord that was... level 89. I was worth that much?
I meant that much to her?
I was so excited that, when I finally burst of my egg, I didn't give my usual cry. Instead, I just beat my wings hard and waved my tail; she looked surprised behind her glasses, but I could tell she was excited.
Eventually, it was time for her to put me down, but not before she taught me Return. I promised myself that I would make my Return as strong as possible; I had to mean everything to her, and she meant everything to me...
Instead of turning off the game I was in, she instead left it on, plugging in the charger--I understood, though. She looked somewhat scared as she turned off the lamp that was on the table I was o
Love You to DeathCall me what you will. "Nostalgiafag", whatever else you call us. But I couldn't fight the urge anymore. I was drawn to Pokemon Red. Not Fire Red. Not the Mystery Dungeon Red. Classic Pokemon Red Version. Creepypasta and the simple rush I got from remembering all the good times I had as a child drove me to it. But I couldn't find a cartridge. Even if I did, I wouldn't have anything to play it with. My SP had lost the ability to hold its charge years ago, and, such a tragedy, a Nintendo DS couldn't handle a Gameboy game. Luckily, I have the internet, so I went looking for a ROM.Love You to Death5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I didn't notice anything strange about the title or the filename, I just downloaded it and started it up as fast as I could.
I took in absolutely everything: the old music, the sprites that I haven't seen in years, the dialogue I had forgotten. I didn't want to miss a second of it.
I checked out the starter Pokemon. As usual, it was Bulbasaur, Squirtle and Charmander. I recalled that Metal C
Stupid GirlA/N: this is a short Batman one shot i did for fun! i will warn you there's a bid of language, but it's not bad! enjoy!Stupid Girl5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Come on!" he yelled to me as he jumped on. I was scared. The water was so dark and menacing. Just like him. He was chasing us now, and I'd have to decide what I was more scared of. I made my choice and jumped. He smiled. That good choice smile that reminded me I never really had a choice in the first place. He started the engine and pulled the acceleration. We flew across the water. The wind hit my face and forced my eyes shut. I wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head on the back of his neck. The backpack pulled at me. It was heavy and full of cash. Probably why the bat was chasing us. I snuggled closer to him for warmth. My costume was not practical for fast-paced, late-night getaways on water. His hair brushed across my cheek. I loved it. Curly and always smelling of lighter fluid. My knees rested on his thighs and even though I couldn't see his face
Of The Joker I: Chaos TheoryOf The Joker I: Chaos Theory6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
There are those who set out to make the world a better place and then there are the select few who only exist to bring chaos to the people of the world. It is these individuals who believe that they must take it upon themselves to bestow anarchy -- brutal and belligerent -- upon those they see fit.
There is no rationality, no sense behind it, they just do.
It is a vicious cycle in which insanity and violence mesh into one consistent reality and the only ones who make it out alive are the people who live without rules. Without boundaries. Because in the end, the rules we set for ourselves are the weaknesses that bring us to our knees.
Glasgow Smile-A Joker StoryPain blossomed across his jaw as the knife sliced through skin and sinew. Breath shallow and haggard met his ears and the world buzzed around him. He felt alive, the stinging only seeming to make the world clearer. With each pulse of heart, blood flowed freely from the wound, plip plopping into the porcelain basin beneath him. He echoed the sound over and over again in his head. Plip plop plip plop plip plop, until it became something of a song. Plip plop plip plop bloody raindrops. He recited it out loud, blood falling into the sink with each flap of his damaged cheek. He raised his head high enough to see his eyes in the mirror. Black holes stared back at him. He stared for a long time, the straight razor still raised in his hand, just the top part of it visible in the mirror. Raising his head a little higher, he brought the restGlasgow Smile-A Joker Story7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This