Bumblebee's Thoughts on ProwlBumblebee's Thoughts On Prowl</i>Bumblebee's Thoughts on Prowl5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I never thought this could happen. I could never even imagine this ever happening. Its as if Im offline and walking in a dream, except this is no dream. Its more like a nightmare.
How could Prowl leave us? How could he sacrifice himself like that? Couldnt there had been another way? If only I had been there with him, then I could have tried to talk him out of it. Primus, who am I kidding? Prowl would have never</b> listened to me. Hes too hard-headed! Why are you laughing? Oh, I see. You think Im the hard headed one of the group. Okay, maybe I made a couple of rash decisions, but I never was stupid enough to travel to the moon by myself to try and capture Starscream!
Youre laughing! Why are you laughing? Oh, yeah, I did go and try to battle Starscream by myself that one time. Haha, okay, I admit it. I can sometimes be a glitchhead. But so was Prowl.
You know what Jazz t
D.E.P.A.R.TD.E.P.A.R.TD.E.P.A.R.T4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dieing on the inside.
Eating away my soul.
Pain within my heart.
Alone without control.
Reading all my memories.
Tearing up my soul.
Abortion -- Pro-Choice EssayThe following essay is separated into six parts, addressing concerns and opinions about the abortion debate.Abortion -- Pro-Choice Essay6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
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I. The important definitions of pro-life and pro-choice.
I feel this needs to be cleared up within the abortion debate. Misrepresentations of the pro-life and pro-choice positions is a root cause of abortion propaganda.
A general summation of a pro-lifer's views:
Life begins at conception. A fetus is a person. The unborn child is human. Abortion is not safe. Roe v. Wade should be overturned. The government should not fund abortions. Abortion should be made completely illegal as it is murder.
(A pro-lifer supports the life of the fetus.)
A general summation of a pro-choicer's views:
Life technically begins at conception, but the true debate should be over when personhood begins. A fetus or embryo is not a person. The unborn child is not a human. Abortion is safe. I support Roe v.
On the Northside of TimeOn the Northside of Time4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a good day for the dogs and a bad one for the rabbits. I heard the big black dog howl his chase call through most of the afternoon, sometimes near and sometimes far. His little white shadow yipped along behind him. There were long pauses between yips heard. That little dog had short legs and needed extra wind and effort just to keep up.
The air outside was cool and sharp. The dogs ran under the last autumn leaves I could spot out there, out past the meadow. Some of those old trees in the grove stayed green the whole winter long. Most never did. The hunt through the big grove must have been exciting for the dogs. Not for smaller and younger animals.
The dogs came back when the setting sun put sof
Fuck You, CancerKay didn't want it.Fuck You, Cancer5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, no, no, no, no.
She screwed the shiny leaflet up into a tight ball, not caring that the sharp edges dug into her palms, and threw it into the open fireplace, smugly watching the flames eat up her information. It was permanently ingrained now anyway.
She didn't want alopecia. To have to wrap her bald head in scarves and wigs that itched. She didn't want to vomit her stomach up every time she tried to keep some form of nourishment in it. She didn't want her red blood cells to die away so all she had energy for was to lie down and sob. She didn't want her skin to be so sore and fragile her legs would bleed freely every time she shaved, and one good sneeze could be detrimental. She didn't want her nails to blacken and split, her flesh to swell up, bulbous and shiny and bloated. She didn't want to tremble and convulse, and not have a steady enough hand for icing, or enough nerve endings to feel the soothingly smooth skin of her husband's body. She
Game: How To Summon A Real Ghost**SEE NOTES FOR UPDATES**Game: How To Summon A Real Ghost6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Let's play a game. I want you to make sure your door is closed and the lights are off. It should be as dark as possible. If you really feel bold then answer my questions every time I ask you something. It helps get into the right frame of mind. I'll wait a moment for you.
Are you ready?
I imagine since you are here you have always wondered what it would be like to see a real ghost. I don't mean the crap you get in the movies. None of that fake blood or cheesy makeup.
I mean a real ghost. I bet you thought it would be pretty cool right. I mean how many people really get that chance right. But have you ever really thought about it?
Well this game will give you the chance to see something real if you want to try it out. I've done it many times myself and had pretty good results.
Most people think of ghosts in terms of small balls of light or white wispy smoke. I'll tell you first hand though it's nothing like that. It's a hell of a lot worse.
Focus on the w
RipcordIt is warm black clothRipcord4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that tumbles my loose head
My eyes shrink softly
below the ragged line
under the camphor blankets.
there is a man at the back door.
Under trembling turkey-pink-
Heart jangles on the ripcord kick
flay these arms at the silhouette
snatching at the hot light prickles
it is black behind him.
My gorge is dry packed
a dust wall a dumbed jam
and trying to force the tight
broken glass scream
out panic! out panic! out
out out out
is like tearing plastercast with teeth
like defecating a tumour-
the noise thumps!
mouth roof from beef chest,
a solid bark gasp,
coughing a nightmare dog out through
electric waves of naked pimpled skin,
but the room is a black heatpress
and the teeth in the walls sing
that I am still asleep-
don't let him in
foreign object tapping at the locks.
a sepsis stare...
The fairy tale of death
How to tell you're in CGHow to tell you're Colorguard (and Marching Band)How to tell you're in CG6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
You're on CG or MB if...
1) ... you have a practice flag at home
2) ... you have an ol practice flag from last year at home
3) ... you have used the silk as a dress
4) ... you know these terms: drop spin, toss, cap, silk
5) ... you get jealous of other teams' flags
6) ... you have had a flag swordfight
7) ....you make the uniform sexi
8) ... you've been to band camp
9) ... you consider the guard the cheerleaders of the band, and real cheerleaders are a facade
10) .... you have been forced to sit thru a session of "learning to count to music"
11) .... you make up routines in your head to music on the radio
12) .... you've been hit over the head by a flag
13) .... it was your flag
14) .... you're reading this
15) ... you've told another guard member they stole your flag
16) ... you've been forced into embarassing routines
17) .... he wind is your enemy
18) .... you've yelled at the wind
19) .... you've used a rifle without shooting
winter footnoteswinter footnoteswinter footnotes5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
your elbows were anchors
in a softly-lit parking lot,
where you sang to glass and paper:
and your visions are quiet hills
your visions are shy sounds
your visions are sheep covered in frost.
like an old shoe-
that dry rasp
that leaves me covered in skin flakes,
brushed onto the wall .
I am the raised bumps in spackle-
ripped off with the sound of a poor phonograph:
in my chain link home,
a residual ghost.
I Promised MyselfI Promised Myself I Promised Myself I promised I'd wait for youI Promised Myself5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The midnight hour I know you'll shine on through
I promised myself I promised the world to you I gave you flowers
You made my dreams come true
How many of us out there Feel the need to run and look for shelter
I promised myself That I'd say a prayer for you
A brand new tomorrow Where all you wish comes true I promised myself
That I'd make it up to you My sister and brother Know I'm in love with you
How many of us out there Feel the pain of losing what was once there God I know what people say about her No mistake,
who can live without love I promise myself that i'd wait for you
How many of us out there Feel the pain, of losing what was once there God I know what people say about her No mistake,
who can live without love I promised myself I promised I'd wait for you
The midnight hour I know you'll shine on through I promised myself I promised the world to you I gave you flowers
You made my dreams come true In the midnight h
Gunners, Chapter OneApril 11, 103 PNGunners, Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
One day, you will find your own Wonderland."
My father often told tales of an epidemic called the 'Red Scare' and how it tore through the land, turning friends into targets, and bringing forth a new terror to the world. Countries that were once allies in the old war now had each other in their cross hairs. Spies had infiltrated the enemy's land, gathering information for their side. My father, with a flash of disappointment in his tone, told us of how the war soon turned to a standstill, and how no lives were lost, until a single press of a button unleashed Lucifer from Hell. In an instant, children who were walking home from school, mothers who were cleaning house and preparing a roast, and men who were puffing cigars while laughing their cares away managed but a confused glance to the white flash. There were those who were dubbed lunatics by their friends who had registered their loved ones to shelters deep in the earth.
To the crazy prophets, the world ended on Octo
Marching BandTrumpets are blaring,Marching Band4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clarinets are squeaking,
saxophones are jazzing,
and drums are a beating.
From a loud bang of cymbals,
to a train crash of wrong notes,
in the chain of beautiful, strong dynamics,
and to the change of pace in musical lyrics.
People are tiptoeing lightly across,
flags twirling to and fro,
feet tentatively gliding off the ground,
dancers frolicking with fluent motions gracefully.
Marching in perfect lines,
staying in matching steps,
horns are pointed toward the sky,
director's whistle blown consistently.
Notes are played flowlessly,
while jumping to an octave lower,
fingers striking over the delicate keys,
while the grand solo is played.
Fans a cheering in the stands,
on their feet and clapping loudly,
one of the world's very best past-times,
as pride surges throughout each individual.
Estado de las artesLa gran diferencia entreEstado de las artes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
un sueño y una pesadilla
es que el segundo tiende
a tener un pie en la
no conozco ninguna
que no tenga la capacidad
de hacerse real,
de una u otra forma
los sueños son blandas
aspiraciones que pocas veces
tienen el poder de hacer realidad
los sueños queman,
pero las pesadillas edifican,
te ponen alerta sobre
la bestia que eres
no temo a ninguno de los dos,
pero no soy muy bueno en
eso de dormir
me resulta mucho más fácil
eso de esperar sentado
frente a una hoja
vacía o llena de palabras
inútiles, como este poema,
hasta que sale el
la ciudad se contamina
Real Men of GeniusReal Men of Genius5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Bud Light Presents: Real Men of Genius
(real men of genius!)
Today we salute you, Mr. Devious News Article Rejector Guy.
(Mr. Devious News Article Rejector Guy!)
One hundred people loved the article, but what do they know?
(wake up, sheeple!)
Anyone can lend their public support, but your faceless thumbs-down will be heard around the world.
(anonymity is my friend!)
For you, it's not about the content or the cause, it's about the DDs you've never received on your erotic furry fiction.
(just don't understand me!)
Yours is a lone voice now, but soon the faceless masses will pour in to reject this article along with you, just as soon as you can make the alt accounts.
(my personal army!)
So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, ninja of negation, because no party is complete without a wet blanket.
(Mr. Devious News Article Rejector Guy!)
Bella's Poem To Edward Bella's Poem To EdwardBella's Poem To Edward5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll love you forever, eternity, be mine
I know nothing about you, except twenty different ways to describe your eyes.
You're made of stone, yet you don't crumble at my touch,
And when the sun is shining, you glitter so much.
Dangerous you may be, sparkling in the light,
But I can't help it my love, I want to be your first delight.
You've waited unrealistically too long,
Even wrote me my very own song.
You know, sex before marriage is the new age thing,
But old fashioned you are, even though you look seventeen.
I feel that I haven't mentioned anything about your eyes yet...
They're like fathomless natatoriums of braise, brighter than when we first met.
My hormones, they rage, but death do us part is the line I will say,
Because when it comes to you, you'll always get your way.
Without you I am nothing, even though I don't even know your favorite color.
But, if I had to guess, I'd say it was the color of your eyes during the summer.
Either way, Edward my l
AlterAllow me just this:Alter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fell into a deep forest. My femur
put forth roots. I did not say: oh Lord,
take me from here
like Rebekah, this is another
My mouth remained resolutely
closed. The moss
grew over me,
Oh Lord, I am scared.
Mother is reading, brows
at half mast. In the kitchen,
Father organizes sardines
on crackers. Home means
this soft quietude.
Five thousand six hundred
miles away, I am watching a donkey.
It stumbles on three legs; the fourth
is loosely curled, like a child's fist.
There are wild dogs in the fields beyond,
waiting. I am a dog, waiting.
The wind settles down
into the moor. The purple heather
lowers its head, then forgets.
It seems natural, as if the wind
was always there.
My neck bent,
I am lost in this.
Wandering, my hands
abandon their shape.
Fulfilling my DreamFulfilling my Dream5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I turned on the ball of my heel for a quick look behind myself ..you know, just out of curiosity.
I wasnt that surprised to see Sonic still standing there, one hand on his hip as he raised an eyebrow, cocking his head slightly as he peered at me with those green eyes of his. I looked at him right back, silently hoping that he wouldnt inquire further on why I was taking this trip.
He would probably just think I was just being silly anyways.
I held in a deep sigh of relief as the blue hedgehog before me lightly shrugged his shoulders, closing his eyes and commenting, Whatever you say Silv. I smiled at Sonic as he smiled back at me, and I turned back towards the road as he turned to leave.
I listened to Sonics footsteps receding in the distance as I rested my hand on the bus stop sign beside me, blowing out that long sigh through my jaws as I looked up into the clouds. Before I had time to recollect my thoughts, I jumped lightly as I heard a voice callin
On Reading a Very Bad FicTo the tune of Home on the RangeOn Reading a Very Bad Fic6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I remember the time
I was not filled with the slime
that some folks delight to churn out,
bad lines falling like rain,
till I wince with the pain,
and I forget what is good - o the doubt!
Bleach, bleach for my brain,
to remove all the shadows and pain -
I long to suspend disbelief
and enjoy without grief
where the stories make sense once again.
Oggi ho la mia primaOggi ho la mia prima!Oggi ho la mia prima4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ed è proprio per questo che
sono mesi che mi preparo.
I primi tempi erano veramente faticosi,
ma pian piano mi sono organizzato.
Oggi posso dire di essere pronto,
per affrontare la mia prima nel mondo.
Nel prepararmi ho avuto l'aiuto
di tanti collaboratori,
si son dati tanto da fare
sia si qui dentro, che la fuori,
ma è mio il lavoro,
che deciderà questa partita;
il risultato si vedrà,
solo al momento dell'uscita.
Ecco, sono qui,
ancora nel mio camerino,
sto provando la mia parte,
ma trema un po' il mio cuoricino.
Fuori c'è tanta tribolazione e
questo mi crea un po' di tensione,
ma ecco, qualcuno ha bussato alla porta;
finisco la prova, ma dai non importa!
Eccomi son pronto, per affrontare il destino;
ma... a un tratto mi blocco
mi balena il pensiero di esser deriso.
Eppure son mesi, che mi preparo per questo;
non ci sono scusanti,
dai andiamo, su presto!
Ecco, mi avvio,
con la paura nel cuore,
fuori mi s
craneo de un caballoSoon it was clear that the mooncraneo de un caballo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was a horse's skull,
and the air, a dark apple.
The gearshift shudder of
a heavy-laden truck fades,
all the while, the
sustained drone of bees;
past their prime and sluggish,
their wings cannot be stilled.
A dull glint behind the eyes
of a yoked pair of oxen,
standing at a crossroad
between myself and the fields
that bake in the August
of a Spanish sun,
waiting for the
hammer and anvil to sing,
for the echoing refrain
of rifle shots beyond
a stand of distant trees
shimmering from spent cartridges
in the waning afternoon
of your exquisitely curved spine.
I Hate YouYou're annoying,I Hate You4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You're a jerk.
You're a douchebag,
You're not cool.
You're not awesome like you think you are,
You no respect for anyone,
You treated me like crap.
You're a dick to my friends,
You're not a total badass.
You make wanna cry,
And punch you in the face.
You don't care about anyone,
Except for yourself.
You're just straight up mean,
And I hate you.
RP: 1Previously Ringo was Taken to Italy with Ambroze. Ambroze Proposed to her, she accepted. James had proposed to Tora a few days before that, and she accepted.RP: 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is after they come home.
Tora Mitsuri: Tora: -jumps up off the couch- RINGOOOO!!! -flails and runs to the door-
Ringo: *Opens the door more* Onee-chan!!!!! *puts her hand up her ring showing* MITE MITE!
Ringo: *smiles widly and hugs tora*
Tora: -hugs back giggling wildly-
Ambroze: -walks in Behind her chuckling lightly-
Ringo: *lets go of her and squees slightly* I wish u coulda seen it! Italy is so beautiful!
Tora: I bet it was!!! -squee- you have to tell me all about it!!
Ringo: *nods happily* i will! How was it here? A whole weekend without my breaking things? James happy i left?
Tora: heheh. He was mostly curious what your manfriend was doing for you~
Ringo: orly now? e w e
Tora: yeah~ -giggles lightly-
Ringo: *ears perk*
Engine of Chaos"Define problem," I said, watching my guest over steepled fingers.Engine of Chaos4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The man - he had introduced himself as Edward Carter - twisted a machine-pressed felt hat between calloused hands.
"Well, I run a warehouse in the West India docks for a Mister Hibberd," he began, and grimaced, his pale brow furrowing beneath lank, age-bleached hair. "Top gent. But... There's somethin' tha's not right."
Oil-stained fingernails bit into his hat's brim, and he wet his lips.
"The foreman - he's walked out on me. An' I can't get lightermen in for love nor money. It's me engineer..." The felt hat audibly complained at his attentions. "He's gone a bit... I think he's blown a valve - if you'll excuse the expression."
He paused, and glanced anxiously about the room. Though I doubt he found much comfort there; my study was sparsely decorated at best. His eyes paused on my coat stand, before wandering idly over my desk, and finally, relucta