RivalryHis name is Jack. I know that usually, I don't disclose much to you. But Jack is someone I need to tell you about. I have known Jack my whole life. He's been a best friend to me when the concept of best friends was nothing but some candy, and who led the gang in the playground. Commitment was a pair of bicycles thrown on the lawn and a race to the spiced lemonade his mother made so well. When we were young, we knew we were going to conquer the world. The battle was always, who would conquer it first?Rivalry2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Jack's father was an alcoholic. I will never forget that rainy afternoon when I opened the door to find him standing there, rain soaked tears streaming down his face and a red, harsh welt across his cheek. We stood there for what seemed like hours. We didn't speak at all that day. And after that, he was a different person. You see, Jack never had any siblings. I was his last remnant of childhood, his rival playground leader and yes, maybe even his best friend.
It was just his mother and hi
How to Ruin Someone's Perfect Day - PrologueAnyone who's ever said "there's always hope" has obviously never been in a hopeless situation.How to Ruin Someone's Perfect Day - Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anyone who's ever said "there's always a reason to be happy" has obviously never been truly depressed.
Excuse my pessimism. But if you've ever been truly hopeless and depressed, I'm sure you'll agree. There's not always a reason to be happy. There's not always hope. Yes, the reality of it is cold and harsh, but that's the way things are sometimes. But I think the really beautiful thing about it is that since hope and happiness aren't always there, when you find it, you know. When you find true joy and hope, it's worth every minute you spent without it.
That's what life is really about, in the long run. You don't always smile, but when you do, it's worth it.
Some people don't like to talk about what they've been through. Like they're ashamed to say they ma
Little Miss 1-5-6-5poor little baby,Little Miss 1-5-6-57 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where was your mother?
poor little baby,
a sister or brother?
poor little girl;
trapped there all alone.
poor little girl,
now charred skin and bones.
poor little child,
so sweet and so dear.
poor little child,
this is not a place to fear.
poor forgotton sweetheart,
no one come to claim you?
poor forgotten sweetheart,
and we're not going to blame you.
poor lonely girl,
there's no need to cry.
poor lonely girl,
you shouldn't have died.
poor unknown child,
so alone in the world.
poor unknown child,
in a white dress and blonde curls.
poor little baby,
you just couldn't survive.
poor little girl.
inklingI imagine myself hunted; that I am the deer and you are the lion, your teeth sinking into my flesh, cutting scars and making me bleed out words and rivers and thoughts. I am all alone now, my mind enclosing upon itself and my thoughts echoing, they never do stop echoing, they repeat themselves over and over until I have had enough, too much, not enough. Again. Dandelions and the smell of good food. Your heart pounding, pounding, pounding. Never ceasing. Never changing. All I hear are your grunts and your disgusting words and you sicken me, sicken me and I want to run away, I want to be free from you, from this world, from this place's tired rehearsal and the tears in my eyes and the thorns on my fingertips as I run from you. We cannot keep doing this. My heart stops each time, why, why? Why am I still so slowly dying? I could not tell you. I could only tell you that I am no longer alive. Not by the time your end comes, by the time you force me into things and I do nothing but listen. Yinkling6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
brightif you watchbright8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
slow, patient, smart
you'll someday realize
that all things have bright ends
though journey's rough
I think you'll find
you'll smile in the end
crookharlequin cats and loopdy-loopscrook10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate when I kiss you
still caught, a flowered thing
a crook, a thief
a downright fool
and all that's left is me
you stole my heart and
and now I can't unsee
wantCaught between fidelity and realism, between high-pitched screams and rude, mechanical daydreams. I am lonely and unfair and I cannot tell you where I belong, I cannot tell you where I wish to go. Partly because I do not trust you to follow me there, but mostly because I do not even know myself. Still, I am off-key music and spilled tea. What’s worse, I do not think I belong here. I belong in all the places no one has ever been. I belong to the sky and the hungry birds, their hopeless calls you do not try to understand. I belong to a place galaxies away from here, a place where I can graze my fingers through the sky and feel the stars, their sparkling presence keeping me warm. A place where I can feel the dust, the hopes, in my throat, but they do not suffocate me. I belong in another time, another place, another family. But not here. Anywhere but here. My hair, I think, was meant to be a different color, and my nose was meant to be smaller. I was meant to live in a world where pwant11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Christmas Drabble: BacchusBacchus loved it. He loved alcohol. Beer, vodka, gin, tequila.... But whenever he came home and saw his girlfriend lounging on his couch, with a glass of red wine in her hand, he had to say that wine was his favorite liquor. He loved the taste the wine left on her lips. He loved the effect the liquor had on her. He had observed that different alcohol had different effects in her. Wine showed a side in her that he cherished. A seriously loving Cana. He loved her. He loved the wine.Christmas Drabble: Bacchus1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bacchus – greek mythology – God of wine
Southern Comfort Chapter 1A cold chill ran down the old mare's spine. A soft trace of thunder rumbled within dark, heavy clouds that loomed high over the expansive apple orchard. The air itself seemed to anticipate the oncoming storm and crackled though her fur with rampant anxiousness. That didn't faze her though. Very few things fazed one of her age, and Granny Smith only surveyed the storm as if it were an old adversary. This hadn't been the first storm her brittle bones had weathered, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. Thunder pealed over the darkening sky and silenced even the proud nightingale that had tucked itself away from the bitter winds of winter.Southern Comfort Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The old mare had also hidden herself away, at least for now. Applejack and Big Macintosh had already begun preparing for the worst the weather could throw at them. They had no need for brittle limbs that had long since worn out their use in the fields. Granny Smith sighed softly, the exhalation causing her chest to rattle. She couldn't help but wonder
dreamersBeyond the place she looks, she sees something undeniably amazing, something fantastic and pure coming towards her. Far beyond her range of sight, far further away than anything she can dare to reach for right now. So close, yet so very far away at the same time.dreamers2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She is in a place of dreams, in a place where she floats through all the cheerful things she has ever imagined, where there are birds flying among the jellyfish that swim through the open skies, where their are fields of flowers brighter than light, where there are enigmas and things she longs for, where there is life.
A girl she does not know comes up to her and hugs her, and place a heartshaped trinket in her hand, promising her that what she holds is the future. It symbolizes a heart, though she does not know who's. A heart she will encounter and cherish long from now.
She looks around. The other dreamers, the ones with imaginations that spare themselves below her's, have already opened their hearts, have already found some
both of usnothing feels realboth of us2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I swear to God I'm spinning
you don't know me the way you think you do
the storm may change its course
and the life may fade from my fingers
but you're still just as stupid
as you were
before the end comes
I promise I'll be stronger
the smile yet returning to my face
there were two lone cupcakes
and "you're pretty too"
but not pretty enough
Be Strong, BelieveBe Strong, Believe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a room full of people, you feel so alone.
You realize, you're not at home.
Are these your friends?
Why don't they care?
A desperate call,
A desperate plead,
Someone help me,
I'm in need.
Keep your spirits alive,
Someones cares, someone listens.
Hold on, you can survive.
Believe it, it gets better.
No one cares
I scream words no one hears
What's a reason to stay?
When I could close my eyes and lay
You could get through this
Just believe more and doubt less
Stay awake 'cause I believe
But before someone else, you do it.
First, believe in yourself.
I'm a nobody here
That no one could hear
But if I believe in myself,
And pursue my dreams,
Will I be who I want to be?
The little girlThe little girl was cryingThe little girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mother was bleeding
The father was drunk
The cops where coming
The little girl was trembling
The mother was unconscious
The father passed out
The father was in jail
The little girl was scared
The mother was dead
The father was in for life
The little girl was adopted
The mother was buried
The little girl was sad
The father was mad
The little girl visited her mother grave
The father cursed his wife and daughter
The little girl prayed to God to make everything better
The father killed himself
The little girl cried
The father was buried
The little girl visited her father grave
The little girl said "Why did you hurt Mommy"?
The father never answered
The little girl said "Why did you hurt me Daddy"
The father never answered
The little girl almost gave up
Then she heard a voice say "Be strong you can do it"
The little girls decide d to not let her parents mistakes influence her life
One Shot: Blue PegasusWhen the new Fairy Tail guild was visited by Blue Pegasus Max couldn't help but feel annoyed.One Shot: Blue Pegasus1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Those three playboys flirted with Laki without batting a lash.
When Max told them to stop Hibiki cocked a brow.
"So what if we flirt with her. It's not like she's your girlfriend.", he shrugged and Max snorted.
Laki opened her mouth to say something.
"but...", and she was interrupted by Hibiki again
"I'm sure she likes being flattered by such nice men like us!", at which Max rolled his eyes and Laki again opened her mouth to tell them something
When Hibiki interrupted her again Max didn't let him speak but told him
"Then listen to her for once idiot! Because she is trying to tell you that she is my girlfriend!" then he pulled her into him and lay an arm around a blushing Laki's waist.
Without another word the three men turned around and began flirting with Kirinana.
Review of Tris's BookReview of Tris's Book2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Circle of Magic
By Tamora Pierce
Amazon ~ Powell's
Earthquake damage leaves Winding Circle vulnerable to pirate attack, so everyoneincluding the young mages-in-training Tris, Briar, Daja, and Sandryis working to strengthen the community's defenses. When Tris's cousin Aymery comes to visit, he advises the "weather witch" to return to the family that exiled her, but she doesn't wish to leave her friends to face the threat without her.
As the onslaught begins, two things become terribly clear: the pirates have a powerful new weapon, and they
CARTA A MI BEBECARTA A MI BEBE3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Porque llenas nuestro mundo de alegría y diste un nuevo rumbo al destino de las mismas. Estas palabras son las que inspiras en mi. La personas que te ama y amara para toda la vida, por siempre y para siempre.
Ahora en esta noche mas, pienso en ti mi vida, mi princesita, mi bebe. Tu quien que con un movimiento en el vientre de tu madre despertaste mas que una sonrisa de mis labios mas que un te quiero, mucho mas que un te amo.
Si ahora estoy llorando es por ti HIJA por la alegría que le estas dando a nuestras vidas. El sentido a mi vida. La vida, nuestra vida.
Tu mi princesa de este cuento que es mi vida no me alcanzan las palabras para decirte que TE AMO MI AMOR.
MIS 3 AMORES es nuestro secreto shhh
te amo Brithany Ximena Hidalgo Vega
Tu papá que te ama.
Alexis Ivan Hidalgo Zuta
School Reunion - Part 2Apple Bloom stood in the schoolroom, her heart racing with anticipation, the full wash of nostalgia hitting her. She'd been back before of course, as part of her Mayoral duty to give speeches and guidance to the little foals, but this was different. This was for her.School Reunion - Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't exactly the same, but it was good enough. The modern whiteboard (she had never been a fan of that, but Canterlot's education board had been firm on classroom upgrades) had been taken down for the evening, and a traditional blackboard erected in its place. On the board was scrawled in chalk "PONYVILLE WELCOMES ITS ELUMINI ALUMENY - FORMER CLASSMATES"
One of her earliest ideas had been to arrange the desks and chairs in the shape of the traditional schoolroom, but Blueberry had talked her down from this, and she had later grudgingly admitted that sitting in rows on tiny chairs designed for foals wouldn't have been conducive to an entertaining evening of socialising. Instead the desks had been pushed t
Georg Listing Obsession SignsGeorg Listing Obsession Signs6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You Know You Are Obsessed With Georg Listing When....
1. You stick up for him when people state that he spends more time on his hair than the average Canadian/American/Spanish/French/Swedish/German etc. girl.
2. You get kind of mad whenever Bill or Tom say that Georg is ugly.
3. You pronounce George as Georg.
4. You can picture Georg perfecty in your mind.
5. You think that Bass is almost better than Guitar...because thats what position Georg is.
6. You think that a guy straightening his hair is hot.
7. You want to know what kind of hair products Georg uses.
8. You have watched Tokio Hotel TV [Episode 23] so that you can watch Georg rock climb over, and over, and over again.
9. If you haven't seen Tokio Hotel TV [Episode 23] you are going to finish reading this and then watch it.
10. You will do anything to meet Georg.
11. You love his laugh, and smiled when you saw the video: "1 Minute of Laughing With Tokio Hotel", and Georg started to laugh.
12. You are going to check out the adress
Oc character profile: textName: Midori CatesbyOc character profile: text4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Parents: Harry and Lilian Catesby
Birthday: 11th June
Bloodtype: AB Positive
Weight: 105.8 Pounds
Height: 5,2 ft
Current Rank In The Military: Major
Alchemy knowledge: Rentanjutsu
Other Abilities: Xingese martial arts
Personality: Shy, but kind, decided and strong-willed. Very sensitive. Will do what she believes is right, no matter what gets in her way (self-confidence)
Weapons: Midori hates fire-based weapons, and thus uses only Blade Weapons (Set of Kunais and Sword)
Miscellaneous: Kitty lover -like Alphonse-
Midori Catesby is the daughter of Central brigadier general Harry Catesby, who was assassinated when she was 8 years old. Her father worked in the research department (like Hughes) It is known that, like Hughes, her father died after discovering "s
The LaundromatWish-wash, wish-washThe Laundromat4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The swirls of the laundry machine
I stare and I wonder
What does it feel like,
to be trapped within a laundry machine?
Does it wash out your sins,
Like it washes out dirty stains?
Is it like the great storm told of in Noah's ark?
Does it purge the smelly evil of your dirty clothes?
And the dryers...
Is this how the flames of Hell feel like?
Are they here to burn away
what could not be washed?
Could it be that this is the final step
in the banishment of evil?
The soaked evil wolf that went into the dryer,
now comes out a dry fluffy lamb...
LH: Canciones del mar (II)Angatupyry conocía el sonido del agua, de sus lagos y ríos, pero aquello no solo se veía distinto, sino que se sentía distinto, olía distinto. Luego de traspasar una gran arboleda, frente a la compañía se abrió la vista más magnifica que el pequeño había visto en mucho tiempo. El mar. El mar del que tanto le había hablado su madre se encontraba delante de sus ojos.LH: Canciones del mar (II)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kalén, inquieto como era, fue el primero en emprender el nuevo camino. Salió corriendo hacia la costa para corretear a una bandada de gaviotas que estaba descansando en tierra. Las aves se daban al vuelo cuando el pequeño pasaba y luego volvían a su lugar entre ruidosos aleteos; algunas además volaban a su alrededor y se posaban en su cabeza, como jugando con él.
— ¿Siempre es así? —preguntó el charrúa viendo el espectáculo.
—Sí... —contestó Piaré con un suspiro—. Tengo que mandarlo a contar estrellas durante la noche para poder dormir un poco.
Senaqué no pudo evitar reírse por aquel detalle que le acababa de contar. Y el qu
School Reunion - Part 1"Once upon a time, many years ago but not too many mind, there were three little ponies who were the best of friends a pony could be. None of them had found their cutie marks, so were determined to find their destiny in the world they were the one and only Cutie Mark Crusaders! Now, this particular day, they decided to go ziplinin'. Scootaloo said..."School Reunion - Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Orange Pippin clamped a pillow over his ears and pulled a face in protest. From the corner of his eye he was sure he saw his sister joining in with his defiance, both glaring up at their mother with big, round open eyes. "C'mon mum! Tell us a good story! One with dragons and monsters! Tell us about Krastos! Or when Ponyville was attacked by the Smooze! Or Princess Celestia's last stand against Tirek! Or..."
"Stop it Pippin!" whined out his sister, half huddled under her sheets. Pippin could see a slight beam of pride across their mother's face in reaction to this sudden act of defence. "Mamma only tells us the really dull
The 63rd Rune - Chapter 5The 63rd Rune - Chapter 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5: Are You Sure We're Going the Right Way?
The rush of wind blew through Dusk Shine's ears as the large purple balloon sailed through the sky. His horn held a steady glow as he pushed the vehicle with a magical gust of air in the general direction of Cloudsdale. Behind him, Canterlot was fading to nothing but a black speck on the horizon. He stood firm in the basket of the balloon, looking forward and not saying much, focused only on channeling his magic. Suddenly, he cringed, accidentally stepping on his injured hoof. Picking it up, he leaned against the basket of the balloon and regained his concentration.
"Ugh, this is so slow!" Blitz complained, flying next to the balloon, forelegs crossed and mouth in a pout.
Dusk shifted his eyes to the sky blue pegasus and shook his head. "Not all of us have wings, Blitz."
"Yeah, I know that. If you guys could fly, this would be so much quicker." As if to prove his point, he made several fast laps around the basket of the b