AffectionThe air in the waiting room is heavy and rigid. I think they can sense that something is wrong.Affection4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"It's so hard to put them down, isn't it?" says the woman next to me. She looks like she hasn't slept.
"Incredibly hard," I admit. "I wish bios weren't so frail."
"But for the duration of their short lives they give you unconditional love," she points out.
I look at Jimmy and wonder if I'm doing the right thing.
"It's alright," she reassures me. "If you really love your humans, you won't let them suffer needlessly."
And she's right, of course.
ShinyHe is carrying his umbrella, because it is raining. It's always raining. In a way it's no wonder so many of the city's inhabitants are so unhappy, considering that they only see the sun every ten days or so. But he doesn't mind the rain. With the umbrella, and wearing his black suit, he can hardly feel it, though he can tell from the steadily sliding temperature that he is becoming a little damp despite all the protection, deflected droplets and upward splashes from the deeper puddles grabbing onto the cuffs of his pant legs and making their way upward.Shiny4 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
He is walking steadily, not exactly eager but certainly looking forward to the door of his apartment, the gentle light, the soft give of the bed under him. There is no one waiting for him, and this does not really bother him. It is late, after all, and the only people on the street are running home from the rain now, holding coats or plastic bags of cereal and batteries over their heads, or else just straightening their damp collars and
School Essay - DescribeI have an extraordinary ability to escape the painful grasp of reality. I can make the dream manifest itself into the real world on flat physical matter, or on any solid matter I wish. I can make my own reality and live there as long as I wish. I can take it with me to work or school or keep it at home and ignore real life entirely. Years have gone by-years I don't remember-they were bad years in the real world, so I spent them in my dreamland and disregarded everything else.School Essay - Describe5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A new world starts with a line and grows as rapidly as you want it to. If it goes sour and looks bad, toss it away. You can't toss away reality, but you can block it out all you want. I block it with this thing I do, then I feel a little happier.
It has elements of reality, but twisted and shaped by the minds of you, I, and them. We keep the parts we like and destroy the parts we don't. It's like smashing up an ugly face and putting it back together to make it beautiful. But underneath that beauty, you're always r
An Essay On Love Someone once said that love is a battlefield. Love is something that people waste their lives on. Love drives some to the ends of the earth to prove to others how they feel. With the same hand, love drives people to their own deaths from feelings attributed to rejection. It is not rejection that does such things, it is the fire of love burning the hands of its torchbearer.An Essay On Love6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Love is a force that destroys life, but love also creates life. Could it be that love is the universal god who has created all, the same one who casts nonbelievers into the burning abyss? No, it shan't be, for those who do not believe in love are sometimes the happiest among all.
I have seen love turn the most intelligent, respectable people into blithering, drunken idiots and I have seen it turn blithering, drunken idiots into the most intelligent, respectable people. It has destroyed those closest to me and I have even let it close enough
Essay on LoveThe most pondered question in the entire history of the universe is: "What is the meaning of life?" The second is: "What is love?"Essay on Love8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
There was a time when I believed that love was something artificial. It was merely a pop culture phenomenon-- the very first in existence-- that has spun out of control since its birth long before recorded time. It was a product of our imagination. "Love" was an invention created to cover up our embarrassing and uncontrollable desires and hormones, all thanks to humanity's instinctive need to reproduce. It was a term given to the "acceptable" form of lust. It was fake.
I don't know when exactly these theories of mine were thrown out the window. I guess it was when I decided that all those ideas of mine were merely my own excuse for the lack of love in my own life. I realized that love had to exist, because it was what was moving the world along.
A Butterfly Pinned in a Glass CaseThe Light Train is the fastest train in the world- zero to sixty in point-two-five, but her thoughts still race faster. She reflects on how she snagged herself into this situation, like one reflects into a mirror; with a wince. She glances at her wrist, the tattooed clock hands tick-tocking to the beat of an invisible doom-- fail to complete the witch's Eight Trials, fail to have a heartbeat. She is thrall to the witch's time now.A Butterfly Pinned in a Glass Case2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The witch wants her heart whole and can not have it whole without the Trials. Each Trial has a Guardian, and to each Guardian the girl had entrusted a piece of her heart. They were locked unwittingly (unwillingly in Zephyr's case, oh how she winced as she recalled that circumstance....) within a Gothic Copperplate Roman numeral on the Guardians' skins. She'd once been foolish enough to believe this would protect her from falling into another's thrall. But the witch had caught her, soulless and wingless like a butterfly pinned in a glass case---
I'm the girl, He's the manI'm the girl that claws and bites. He's the man that protects and fights. I'm the girl locked away in a tower. He's the assassin that comes for a while. I'm the girl that wants her freedom. He's the man that has it all. I'm the girl that's his Sally. He's the man that's my Jack. I'm the girl that hopes for marriage. He's the man that sits in the carriage. I'm the girl who has no heart. He's the man who is never far apart. I'm the girl that's seductive and sweet. He's the man who's kind and neat. I'm the girl that wants a romeo. He's the man that wants his juliet. I'm the girl that loves him. He's the man that loves me.I'm the girl, He's the man2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
somerandomliteraturethatwillsuckandwon'tbepopularSo the other day I was in a party.. a celebrating party.somerandomliteraturethatwillsuckandwon'tbepopular2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Me and the other lemons, where in Porto Corsa.
Petrov had a bottle of tequila and said:
-"A toast, for defeating Sade."
Everyone was grabbing glasses of alcohol, except me.
I grabbed a glass, sipped it and said:
-"Oh my goodness sake this is awful"
Then, someone gave me a glass full of a liquid.
-"Miles, drink it. It's water."
I sniffed the glass and said:
-"This isn't water, it smells like alcohol and I'm not an alcoholic."
Then she said:
-"Yes it is!"
Then we arguered. untill finally I said:
-"YOU WANT ME TO DRINK THIS?! WELL FINE!"
Then I drank the glass and everyone started giggling.
Then she said:
-"*whispering* it's vodka."
Then I did nothing and left the building.
Invasion of ShadowsThere is nothing left I can do the end has come for us, come to have his promise fulfilled. Soon, too soon, there will be nothing left of our existence; all will be destroyed or taken or whatever those foul things do with the items of our world. I can only hope that this somehow survives their relentless assault on our homes and that others, if there are others, find this and take heed to what I am about to say.Invasion of Shadows2 years ago in Settings More Like This
First let me explain where I have discovered this disturbing knowledge that our King has ignored and thus brought our destruction; I am the Son of the Head of the Guard for castle Stoneholm, skilled in the art of wizardry I have taken to enchanting the Knights weapons in order for them to be more affective towards the likes of Creepers and the Undead. I am revered and sometimes feared by all for my skills in the unknown, but none of this matters, not anymore.
I should have seen it sooner.
I could have stopped this invasion.
But blast my prideful soul down to the depths o
Endgar's Story: PrologueEndgar's Story: Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Endgar's Story: Prologue
Endgar the Enderman is not exactly the most normal enderman you will meet. In fact, he can be considered a completely different species. This is because he is a hybrid between a normal enderman and a simple human miner. Don't ask him how that worked out. He doesn't have the slightest clue.
Endgar seems like a normal enderman at first glance, but you will notice that he is only slightly taller than an average human man. His eyes are a dull hazel, his teeth are weak, and his claws are like stubby twigs. He even has some greasy black hair and is sometimes seen wearing a worn out pair of shorts. Every physical aspect of Endgar just screams hideous for humans and endermen alike. Endgar however, does have some major advantages in addition to his ugly looks. Water doesn't harm him in anyway. He actually needs it in order to live; like a human. He also has advanced knowledge on crafting and shelter building. Endgar can also wander out during the day to greet the sun. T
untitledI am the girl who will never say what I feel.untitled2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So many things go unsaid bcus im afraid, but of wat?
What should I be afraid of?
I shouldnt be afraid of the pain on ur face.
I shouldnt b afraid of what or how u feel.
I shouldnt be of what people think of me.
I mean, why should it matter.
I am me and thats all I can be.
Plain and simple.
poemI sit back and see what I have become.poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Im no longer the innocent girl I once was.
Im changed completely.
Going by Looks I am the same, but sit back with me and lets talk.
Then, then you will see.
You will see i am no longer the same, I am different.
Is this change is good or bad?
Is this change something that will hurt me?
I do not know, do you?
In time I will see.
In time I will know.
Do I have the time to find out?
What if this will kill me..
What if this is all in my head an illusion my head plays on me
No one will know not you or me...
Minelog 20 -EXTRAVAGANZAGASM-7:12 AMMinelog 20 -EXTRAVAGANZAGASM-2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I am still in the dark, and my eyes hurt from strain. I have a massive headache and I can barely see forward. The walls are made of a thick, red type of brick. Way too dark to be clay, but just as scary. And from outside, I hear faint weeps and cries. It feels like it is coming from right next to me, but I am done being paranoid.
I found a window, and on the outside, I see a giant, ghost thing! What the hell is that thing? It weeps, and it looks like it is crying! It is so hot in this building. I don't know why it is so hot! But damn! It is dark as fuck in here!
What is that thing? It is a tower of smoke and spinning, glowing rods! I don't know what that thing is. I hope to god it doesn't chase me. That thing looks terrifying.
Well, my fears were successfully fulfilled by these bastards. They shoot three-round bursts of fireballs at me, and the multiply like crazy! I got hit deadshot in the face with a fireball. I think I am missing an eyebrow.
Minelog 18Day 18Minelog 182 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Still wandering around, being attacked by these little silver insects. They keep taking chunks from my legs. Damn these things! They won't leave me alone! Why can't they just go away?
I just came across a HUGE gap in the ground! The bottom is filled with lava, and it seems to go on for miles! I see a small little room, made of cobblestone in the distance, and zombies keep falling out of it. I don't know what it is, but I want to know. Time to go rock climbing.
I have edged across a large portion of this gap, and I am in a small hole in the side of it. It feels rather cozy in here. But I am close to the cobblestone room, and I want in.
Almost to the room, right above the lava. I can see the heat, but I cannot feel it. I almost lost my balance and fell in, but I caught myself before I did. A bit of my blood fell into the lava, and it emitted a purple spark, and got vaporized. It was quite an interesting sight.
I am only a few feet away from the
Minelog 15Day 15Minelog 152 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have wandered around this place for hours. I have the gemstones, and they are a nice light-blue color. I dropped one, but it was pretty strong.
I just got shot again by a Skeleton. Right in the stomach too... But, it healed almost instantly... It was strange... The arrow has my blood on it.
My body is completely black, and it feels nice... I feel strangely taller, but I am sure it is just a feeling. It will pass with time... I need some food though... In the mean time, I can just drink my blood....
Still lost. Its boring. I have survived off of my blood fairly well. My thick blood seems to glow at times...
I am still lost, and wandering around. Not much has happened, except a few zombies every now and then. Not too big of a deal. They can be easily taken out. I just hate how they stare at me all the time... It is terrible...
Still lost, getting deeper. Lava pools are around every now and then... The stuff looks gnarly... I kind o
Minelog 11Day 11Minelog 112 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I am so shaken. My ankle is swollen. I feel like something is staring at me. Something grabbed me and saved me. The arms, they were long, and slender. They were a pitch-black color. The claws on the arms had torn into my shirt and left gashes. The gashes seem to be getting infected. The are around them is black.
The gashes.... They burn! My ankle is terrible. It is black and blue. The gashes are bleeding intensely, and I feel woozy. It did something to me. I know it was the En-Man... Why would he save me though?
I passed out for a while. My entire torso is a deep-purple/black color. And I burn all over. My eyes sting... The light burns. It did something to me. Why would it do this to me? Does it want me to suffer? Why can't it just kill me? I want to die.
I can't move. My ankle is horrid. It looks like it may fall off.... The pain, it stopped. My foot will fall off... I know it will. Soon. The En-Man will be laughing at me.
I am woozy aga
SONIC ENDERBOOMSONIC ENDERBOOM2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Hold on, Caillou; I'm comin'!"
Jumping onto his metal broom and jumping off the floating island almost immediately, shooting down to the earth in an attempt to save the falling Creeper. Gaining speed and losing his white witch's hat, going so fast his legs let go from being bent at the sides and then flying out from behind the Enderman. A cloudy semicircle forms in front of the broomstick; five seconds later there are small lightning strikes spazzing in it. It suddenly forms a cone around the Enderman, the point at the front.
The cone was spazzing with little lightning bolts, and it was changing colours; from pale green to pale purple.
And then, before he realised what he was going to do, there was a sudden "BOOM", and the darker colours of the cone exploded in the air in a massive circle. As he shot to the ground with high speed, he left a sparkling green and purple trail behind him, shooting out of the straw on his broom.
Before he got distracted by the sight, he realised he was goi
Minelog 9Day 9Minelog 92 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Its early in the morning. Outside is the average dim-blue shade it always is. The En-Man seems to have left me alone. Everything is where it should be. The Zombies, Skeletons, and other deadly things still roam around outside. I will wait until they burn. Until then, my legs are feeling better, and my head is okay again. Who was Green though? I can't get the sick bastard out of my mind.
The sun is up, and I am packed and ready to go. I must be a few more miles from the mountains. If I double-time it, I could make it before nightfall.
I have been sprinting the whole way. I must have cleared at least 7 miles by now. The mountains are just getting bigger. The sun is almost high in the sky, I guess I have time.
Its getting HOT out. REALLY hot. I think I may pass out if I continue like this. I can't risk it. I need to wait for it to cool down, or at least walk slowly. It could be dangerous. This terrain is ROUGH. The closer to the mountains I get, the
Minelog 7Day 7Minelog 72 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I can't get out of here.... My legs are so tired... I am REALLY lost. I am too the point where NOTHING looks familiar. I think I have been going deeper underground. Something is moving behind me, but there is nothing there...
There are these weird stones in the walls... They are red... And when you touch them, they shock you! I am not sure what it is, I will just call it "shock-stone" I am not sure if I should carry this stuff though... I have been collecting a bunch of iron since I have been walking around.
I found a fresh water spring.... It tastes so refreshing. I am hungry though... I need to get out of here.. The wound in my arm stopped bleeding, I guess thats nice. Last thing I needed was to bleed out in here.
I just got ambushed by those "creepers"! They came out of no where! My ears are ringing, and I have a splitting headache... I need to lay down, but I don't have time!
I see light! Could it be???
No... It is j
Minelog 4Day 4Minelog 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I am too scared to move... I feel like it is still in here with me.. Every time I turn my back, something moves. I feel paranoid... It wants me dead.. What did I do wrong? I never did anything to it.
I keep seeing things move out of the corner of my eye. Everything is lost... Everything is moved. Whatever I need to find, its always missing, then, when I go for something else, the thing from before is there, but the thing I am looking for isn't! I cannot live like this. I need more iron, but I am scared to go into my mine.
I took one step into my mine. Something felt weird. When I turned around, it was there again. This time, it was further away... It reached for me, and whispered something... Then it was gone. It was like it never happened. I am too scared to move... Its in here with me. I can feel it.
The sun started to give outside a faint blue glow.. I watch my back constantly. I need to go outside... I need sun. I need the warmth...
Minelog 3Day 3Minelog 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I blocked off the mine shaft, and now I am hiding in a little fort I made with some wood planks. I am scared to death right now... I feel like he is still watching... But I need to move eventually...
Nothing has really happened... I am still to scared to move... My torch starts flickering every now and then, and every time I look out of my little fort, everything has changed position.
I feel asleep on the floor. I can't remember ANYTHING from earlier. I can't even remember when I made this little wooden fort... I guess its a good thing I have been writing everything down... I think I will go back into the mine-shaft today...
I got all my pick-axes in order, and I am ready to go back into the mine. I used some stone I found, and I made a decent stone pick-axe. I hope this can demolish those metallic blocks. I don't remember exactly how they looked, but i'm sure I will find them.. In the mean time, I will make more torches. I seemed to have misplace
The FireThe Fire2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A giant, brown, furry dog that once had a terrible sickness.
A formerly abused, brave, impossibly small car.
Two beings that found each other in an hour of peril, lying side by side in front of a fire, asleep, the fire warm against their sides and backs, casting a strip of flickering light across the floor and walls, the silent darkness peaceful.
The two snuggled closer to each other in their shared sleep.
The first, revealing his tail to be wagging at its tip as he slept.
The other, feeling whole again, sighs contentedly in her sleep.
His tail slowly lowers itself back to the floor and remains still as he falls into a deep, relaxing sleep, snuggled up next to his companion.
Her smile of happiness and safety, nary a scar from her battles with her abusive parents to be seen on her small form.
The smile fades, until it seems like it was an illusion caused by the flickering flames.
Her expression becomes passive once more as she too falls into a deep, relaxing sleep.
He begins to