Dear RandyDear Randy11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dear Randy, your music touches my soul.
Dear Randy, why did you have to go?
I can still hear your guitar echoing in the halls.
I can still hear your name bouncing off the walls.
You've been immortalized in Rock 'N Roll, but you never got to see...
The glory that was meant to be.
Life cut so short, by senseless fun,
When your life had only just begun.
Dear Randy, where could you be?
I just wish I could tell you how much you mean to me.
Return to Wonderland Ch. 1Return to Wonderland Ch. 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"You have no idea how happy I am to see you," Alice breathed, as she clutched Hatter tight. Slowly they broke apart from their embrace, and studied each other silently for a moment.
Hatter's clothes were somewhat more humanoid, his trademark hat absent from his head and a new one in his hand, his thick brown hair less tousled and more smooth and combed over-but there was that sexy mischievous glitter in his eye, and regardless of all the physical changes, she knew it was still him, still Hatter, still her Hatter.
Hatter gazed at Alice, knowing that he would never let himself lose her again. He'd journeyed into this strange world just to find her, and finally here she was, right before his eyes. Before he could think better of it, he leaned in slightly and found her lips. He felt Alice's hand reach up to rest on his neck as the kiss deepened. "I missed you," he said softly as he pulled back for a moment,
Knight Rider technology essayThe technology of Knight RiderKnight Rider technology essay6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
A hypothetical history
Part I: An advanced architecture
When Wilton Knight started to work on his FLAG project and envisioned the concept of human-vehicle pairing, computer technology was just starting to become mainstream. The FLAG project was initiated in 1980 with the first theoretical approach towards the AI, nowdays known as the Knight Automated Roving Robot, or Karr. No vehicle was selected for the project at that time and the Knight Foundation's fundings were all chanelled to estabilish the framework for FLAG and the development of the first AI at Knight industries, the industrical branch of the Knight Foundation.
The first major problem of the Karr project was to build a supercomputer that could be stored within an ordinary car. In this time, civilian computer technology topped at the RadioShack TRS-80 home computer and the Atari 2600 gaming console. Both units had the physical dimensions to be installed within a vehicle, yet none of them had the
Return to Wonderland Ch. 2Return to Wonderland Ch. 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alice couldn't help but smile at the look in Hatter's eyes when the pizza was set down on the table between them.
The skeptical and constantly calculating look of the conman, the mask she'd seen so often in Wonderland had long fallen away and was rare to appear on his face now. He no longer guarded himself from her; the wall he'd hidden behind that gradually crumbled away as they trekked through Wonderland together was a thing of the past.
"Alice " said Hatter, "wha' exactly is this?" He prodded at the thin slab of pepperoni atop his pizza slice and glanced expectantly at her.
Alice couldn't count how many times she'd heard that phrase these last two hours. Hatter seemed utterly fascinated with everything in her world: mailboxes, traffic lights, fire hydrants, you name it (and Alice certainly had, giving a brief explanation of what each thing was and what is purpose was).
Hatter's Point of View Part 1Hatter's Point of View Part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Do you know what the next flavor is, number 10?" The man asked the suit who stood opposite him.
"I think the queen said something about 'pure conscience" or something like that." The suit said. He handed the man a clipboard. He signed it, and handed it back. "The boxes of teas are being unloaded at dock 4." The suit said.
"Dock 4? But that's halfway across the city!" The man protested.
The suit shrugged. "Sorry Hatter, that was the only open dock." He bowed his head slightly, and left.
Hatter grumbled something incoherent for a few minutes, and hit a buzzer on his desk.
"Yes?" Came a squeaky voice.
"The new teas are coming in to dock 4. Get someone on it. 200 crates are coming in, so make sure they can handle it."
"Yes, Hatter." Came the voice.
I don't get paid enough for this. He thought. I hope the resistance doesn't want any of these teas. The Suits will be keeping tabs on the new flavors for awhile. The resistance usually wanted some of the teas to experiment with.
Alice and Onwards - ThreeAlice and Onwards - Three5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Tea Party
Mad Hatter and Alice walked until they came to the edge of the meadow, and then they kept on from there, turning onto a narrow, unassuming dirt path that wandered along the edge of the wood for a while before finally throwing up its hands and turning sharply into the trees rather, between them, as a path that leads straight into a tree shows poor planning. This went on for a little ways, until gradually the trees seemed to grow a little less closely together, and then they went up a little hill and across a little stream on a little bridge, and then they came to a little fence with a perfectly average-sized gate leading into an average-sized garden. It was latched, but not locked, because Mad Hatter leaned around Alice and opened it quite without using a key, and then they went inside.
The garden within was pleasantly crowded, with a bed of tangled rosebushes on one side, and an uneven row of stones on the oth
Mistress of the NightMistress of the Night5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Mistress of the Night
The is one still, of life's short breath,
That walks the path that night directs.
When shadows form, and skies grow still,
With lack of sound, and life's freewill.
There is one still, of broken sight,
That weeps the death of lustful light.
When all is dim, and all is quite,
A sorrowful tear, sheds forth the night.
There is one still, of breath so blue,
That chills at dusk, and frosts the dew.
When moonlight shines, and souls arise,
A kiss to each, preserves disguise.
There is one still, with song so sweet,
That sings the heart of day to sleep.
When crickets chirp, and cicada cry,
A tune is heard that fills the sky.
There is one still, with skin so bruised,
That stars will cleave, to bleed harsh wounds.
When reds turn blue, and blue to black,
With time will show, what dawn will lack.
Tea TimeTea Time5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tick tock tick tock
It's Tea Time, my friend.
Hurry your little feet up,
Your tea is getting cold.
tick tock tick tock
Did you happen to mess with Time?
I sure hope you didn't,
For it would be unfortunate to miss the party.
tick tock tick tock
Oh, ye slurvish dog!
Ye know whit time it's, don't ye?
Avoidance insae th' answer!
tick tock tick tock
Why, ye slurvish, frumious shukm!
Yer daein' this oan purpose!
I'll 'ave yer heid oan a saucer!
tick tock tick tock
Oh I see ye know,
Running in a great hurry,
Over that grassy hill there.
tick tock tick tock
Tea Time can now commence!
You're terribly late, you know
WhY'd ShE gO aNd LeT iT dIe?Why'd she have to go and let it die?...WhY'd ShE gO aNd LeT iT dIe?5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
her hopes, her dreams, her everything...
it's all her fault, always her fault...
nothing ever changes, just as she wished...
what really is "normal" or "better"?...
they're just words, no power of their own...
it's people misconceptions that give them their strength...
and she tries in vain to deny their sway over her...
if not for those that "care", she would be free from the shadow of doubt...
how long will they keep trying to fit her into their mold?...
a mold which she never came from in the first place...
it can only be so long until they give up and deem her hopeless...
that which is her greatest desire...
Needle in a Bug - REPO FicHe can't get that blue light out of his head.Needle in a Bug - REPO Fic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's not that he's never looked at it before--it's beautiful, it's wealth and power and never having a shortage of warmth for his bed, he can't get enough of looking at it--but there is something different about the vivid memory in his mind.
The pale sheen of indigo-lit skin, already so white, now glowing phospherescent (like a nightlight); eyes so dark, like oceans going on forever, intense and beautiful and only deepened by the shadows the blue light throws over them; hair that catches the light in a shimmering, iridescent rainbow, a gradient of shining blue in constant motion as she sings to him; she shines and glitters in that harsh blue light like a perfect, rare insect.
The Zydrate doesn't make them beautiful. Girls like Amber, they try, they spark their guns and float in a bubble of non-feeling while they beg for more, moaning like wanton whores. Everytime they come back, there's something new. Something to make them more attractive.
Hatter's Point Of View Part23Hatter's Point Of View Part234 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hatter spurred Guinevere forward.
It doesn't do to dwell in the past. He decided. Every time I think of that guy... His hands gripped tightly on the reins as he stared down at the pommel of his saddle.
Unwanted memories began to swim before his eyes.
"Hey, Hatter!" A young, brown-haired boy came running toward him, waving his arm back and forth in the air.
"March!" Hatter shouted back as he stood to greet his friend.
Even at a young age, Hatter and March had been the greatest of friends. This was fostered, of course, by the great friendship between their fathers.
The memories began to flash quickly across his mind.
Hatter's father and March's father having tea together.
Hatter and March wrestling on the lawn.
Hatter and March running through a garden of white roses.
Hatter and March getting caught by one of the Queen's suits.
March crying on Hatter's shoulder as they sat in a cold, dark room.
Their father's busting them out of the dungeon, and all four of them r
WishWish5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
At night I lean on my balcony, looking up and peering far
On a night like this will I get a chance to see a shooting star?
A broken life I need to fix but there is no one to tell me how
God how I could really use a wish right now
Hey sweetie are you looking for a good time?
That's what she says to a customer, who opens the door for her to climb
Into his car and pay her for a moment of bliss
Yet the driver fails to miss
That she is mother of two
But not many know this, only a few
She didn't want or even choose to live this kind of life
She preferred to stay at home and be a housewife
But she lost her husband to stray bullets so bills just pile
Up and working as a janitor didn't pay enough yet all the while
Her kids needed to have food put on the table
In order for their lives to remain stable
Yet every day she tosses a coin into a fountain to make a wish
That one day she can take herself away from all this
At night I lean on my balcony, looking up and peering far
On a night like this wi
The Weight of UsThe Weight of Us5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Four soldiers killed in Afghanistan today "
"12 people die in a drive by shooting "
"Thousands starve as aid relief efforts are delayed "
"Suicide bomber kills 24..."
"Paramedics arrive to late "
"School shooting "
"Forest fire "
Noah turned the TV off, tired of hear and seeing the suffering of the world. He runs up the stairs and heads to his room and closes the door behind him. He tires to think about video gaming or going outside to play but the images of the world NEWS he saw on television runs in his mind. He is only ten years old and yet he feels for the burdens that plague humanity. Like all kids he wants to be like the superhero's he idolizes as they save the world in time of need. He leans on his door and then slides down. He clutches his hands around his knees then looks up at the posters on his wall. The fictional superhero's he idolizes for as long as he could remember. He
Forgotten.They carry with them so little time, they are the neglected and as time passes on they become sick, weak, sad and lonely but worst of all there memories fade, some of them wake up in the middle of the night not knowing where they are, some have worked so hard in there life that now they see no reward in what they have done because of where they have been put. They have been abandoned, sitting by the window waiting, sitting by the phone waiting, looking in there mailbox waiting, hoping that someone will come, someone will listen to them, someone will check on them, so that they can pass on there tale and never be forgotten or just share a conversation about anything, they hope that death doesn't touch them on the shoulder before then but every passing day hope fades from there heart, they have used up what little tears they had, they gave you knowledge, protection, love, affection. Who are they? I need not tell you but simply look at those who bore you.Forgotten.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Seeker of LoveSeeker of Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you love her/him with all your heart, then follow your heart to what you have desire and seek for. A small fire burns within our hearts. One that lights and show the real you. A confession to love I swear to oath I do. The small flame burst into lightning dew. For eternity my love is lost. Shall I seek out the one who is lost? Forever and ever I journey through this life. Seeking through my life, searching that someone and hope it would be you; the one and only person just for me.
The truth.Damn right.The truth.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Straight and true.
through and through
Like a whale hit with a sledge hammer.
Luna Lovegood's Sorting Ceremony"Lovegood, Luna" Professor McGonagall called from the roll of parchment she was holding.Luna Lovegood's Sorting Ceremony4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Luna walked slowly to the stool where Professor McGonagall awaited with the Sorting Hat. She looked around at all the students looking back at her, and she didn't feel nervous. She wasn't. She simply wasn't nervous. She was curious. Curious about what house she would be sorted into.
She sat on the stool. She thought that she could sense some Wrackspurts zooming around the hat. Maybe that was what the hat used to select the students She felt the Sorting Hat being put on her head and sliding down to her nose. The only thing she could now see was the inside of the hat.
Hmm Curious she heard a voice say inside her head.
"You're full of Wrackspurts, aren't you?" Luna thought.
Excuse me? How dare you? Full of what?
"Wrackpurts." Luna thought again. "They float into your ears and make your brain go fuzzy, you know That's how you sort the students, isn't it?
Call me AliceI find myself spiraling,Call me Alice6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's my dirty little secret, hiding,
hiding, inside this (s)hell
Something about this seems almost comforting
but my lucky charm has led me a
Pick MePick Me5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You saw me in the window
You liked me right away
You didn't care how much I costed
You picked me that day
You pet me down my back
You made my fur feel warm
You gave me a home
Things got different
Things...little things...they bothered me
The years went on
You loved me
But things were different
You left me outside longer
You stopped playing with me
You forgot to feed me once in a while
But maybe...that doesnt matter
Things got worse though
You left me out in the rain
You drove away
You drove away howling in a big wheeled monster
You drove while waving a big bottle around
You looked happy
Things got different
Things...big scary things...
But then...I wandered
It wouldnt be night forever though
I ran following familiar scents
I entered a place
I saw many people
I thought I saw you
I saw the ghost of you
I will always follow you
I looked up at you
You looked down
The Princess Knight, BeginningOnce upon a time there was a brash young prince, the eldest son and next in line for the throne he had undertaken a quest to prove his worth. He had ridden deep into the old woods past the Fairy Fields and sleepy villages that dotted the landscapes to face a witch that had taken residence deep in the woods and was causing grief for the lands, or so it was told. "Old Witch! I shall put a stop to your deeds this day, trouble the peasants no more by word of Prince Brandon" he had shouted to the old hag as she boiled something in an open cauldron.The Princess Knight, Beginning4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Prince Brandon is it?" she cackled with amusement to herself as she pushed hair from her face, old glossy eyes stared at the young man in his shining armor, grinning to herself she plotted and shuffled in his gaze while she continued her work. "I think you might be mistaken, you look more like a Princess Brandy," she commented as her magic started to work itself over the prince as he stood there.
"Princess? No, are your eyes bad, I'm a prinsssss
now it's just dirt under my fingernails.Novak carried an umbrella with her everywhere for nine years. And when he asked her why, she told him, "Ever since my dad died, sometimes it feels like the sky is falling."now it's just dirt under my fingernails.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That was six months ago, and he still catches himself checking for cracks between the clouds when it rains.
He likes to remember her eyes. The left was blue and the right was brown, like two people in one, and faded, like old photographs.
But then he remembers that old photographs are the only things she exists in now, and his office will get so small that he needs to go outside to breathe.
He wanted to be gentle, even if he couldn't think of a way how. But things were already ruined between them, and he knew that long before he ever sat her down in his parlor.
"If you have to hate me, I want you to," he said. Her face was deadened by the weight of her pain. "As long as you feel anything for me, I want you to."
She shook her head. And she kept shaking it when he followed her, his bare feet