20 Reasons Why I Hate Twilight1) It's poorly written. Stephen King can back me up on SMeyer being a horrible writer.
2) Those are not vampires, they're sparkly fags. And by fag, I don't mean gay, I mean fag.
3) Edward is a 107 year old virgin. Can you say pathetic?
4) Bella has no redeeming qualities; she's a very weak main character. Physically she isn't strong. She can't run away right even; she trips too much. She's not smart, either, she's almost brain dead (come on, how long did it take her to figure out Edward was a vampire again?). She's not very pretty. She's not nice; she treats her friends horribly, and wants nothing to do with normal boys who aren't monsters. Somehow, everyone loves her, despite all this, which only makes her even more dislikable.
5) There is no plot. Or, if there is, it was so small I missed it.
6) Edward is abusive and a stalker.
7) Bella has absolutely no opposition to Edward stalking her. (In Buffy the Vampire slayer, Buffy tells Angel that girls don't like being stalked. She actuall
Top Ten: Why Twilight sucks.1.Stephanie Meyer can't write. And I'm not saying that because of what Stephen King said. I don't care what Stephen King said. Let's recap, shall we? She uses the same words such as "icy", "cold", "marble" and "his beautiful face" over and over. She describes Edward in extremely unnecessary detail. Honestly, if she took out all those descriptions of Edward, the whole Twilight "saga" would fit into one book. She includes totally useless information that NO ONE (except for maybe the crazy fan girls) cares about. I don't give a damn if Bella rode to Forks with her mom's car windows rolled down! Really, I don't. Also, this so-called-saga has no real plot to it whatsoever. And no, romance does not count as a "plot." Romance is a genre. A genre which involves a plot. It has no real characterization either. Sure, Bella may turn into a vampire, but did she really learn any life lessons, or become a better person because of her experiences? Of course not! Which brings me to mTop Ten: Why Twilight sucks.6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
He Is Not An Edward.He is not an Edward.He Is Not An Edward.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He doesn't stare at me every minute he is with me.
Or smell my hair and watch me sleep.
Won't follow me, like a lost puppy,
Sometimes, he'll even walk away.
He doesn't love me for my faults,
It's in spite of them.
He'll notice pretty girls, even think of
When he laughs at me, it's because I'm silly,
The thought of me getting hurt does not bring tears to his eyes.
He would not die if I died,
He is not an Edward.
And I am not a Bella.
We are real.
Our love is real.
Is more important, and genuine
Than idealistic, impossible fantasies.
I want a Sam.
Tips From Edward Cullen1. When it comes to picking a girlfriend, it's the smell that counts.Tips From Edward Cullen5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
2. Girls go for a man who is unpredictable. The more changeable you are, the more you appeal to them.
3. Girls find it inconceivably attractive when you just sit and stare at them all day.
4. Everything that goes wrong is the girl's fault. If you have a violent temper and suffer occasional outbursts, that's her fault, too.
5. Once you snag a girl, she is entirely your property. Finders, keepers!
6. You must show off your sparkliness at least ten times a day.
7. Always tell a girl no; she thinks that means "yes" and "go away" means "I'm all yours, baby!"
8. Use big, sophisticated words to make yourself sound more intelligent.
9. Your girlfriend should be with you, and no one else. That includes friends and family.
10. Your only real goal in life is to lounge around and look pretty.
as i cry sanctuary.the world is ending; i am borne in the bloodshed. i am stretching awake from the locked arms of the corpses, the froth of the raging sea dripping from the ends of my hair. i am naming myself death and sleeping in graves, molding sprawling metropolitan dreams from the loose sand behind the tombstones. the timeline of my hourglass is a snake swallowing its own tail. i am infinite; in this finite world, i am nothing. i watch the maddeningly swirling chaos of human destruction below the soles of my feet without a shudder. i touch the mirror and see wormholes in space. i press frayed emotion against the base of my skull and pray to science in the name of osmosis. i am whole and beautiful. i see everything; i feel nothing.as i cry sanctuary.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i am the night sky thief. i burglarize the heavens and paint them on my bones. during the day, i feel the morningstar dripping down to splatter on my pelvis, drawing forth warmth with a liquid pull from the sprawling roots in my belly. i am a statue caught forever in a m
Real Vampires Vs. TwlightReal: Fangs ripping open the neck of a whore, sucking out her blood until she's a shriveled up corpse.Real Vampires Vs. Twlight6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Twilight: Teeth used to munch gently on a bunny rabbit.
Real: Skin burning painfully in the rays of the sun until the entire body is consumed in fire.
Twilight: Skin sparkling.
Real: A forbidden love that can never be, creating eternal suffering.
Twilight: A teenage lust of a couple months.
Real: A creature constantly having to outsmart the newer generations of vampire slayers and their cursed wooden states of death.
Twilight: An all powerful godmoding creature that can never ever be killed, unless by another vampire, but even then wins because it's just so gosh darn powerful.
Real: A bloodthirsty beast.
Twilight: A cute cuddly teddy bear.
Real: Enjoys masochistic or sadistic activities, or both.
Twilight: Is "emo."
Real: Sleeps in a grave or a coffin, usually in a huge mansion all by their lone
Things I Learned from TwilightThings I Learned from Twilight6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. It's perfectly okay for your boyfriend to emotionally and psychologically abuse you as long as he's hot.
2. If you are a woman, you must have a man to be your breadwinner. Also, children=success.
3. It's okay to use guys who like you for your own purposes when you have no real intention of dating them.
4. Anti-feminism is cool. Suffrage is so 1920.
5. Vampires aren't bloodsucking monsters. They're misunderstood, angst-filled immortals of immense beauty and power.
6. Humanity is overrated. Who wouldn't want to repeat high school five million times during their immortal life?
7. Stalking=love. Remember guys, girls love it when you watch them sleep without their consent. It's not creepy or illegal at all. It's flattering!
8. No girl wants a guy who's nice to her. Given the choice between a nice, caring guy and a brooding, emotional jerk, the girl will choose the jerk.
9. Having ambitions besides hanging out with your boyfriend and giving up your life for said boyfriend is
Twilight RantTwilight, it seems, has taken the world by storm. The series by Stephenie Meyer has become a best seller and has even been made into a movie Yes, the "it" thing right now just makes me weep for what has become of the world of literature. A series about a completely useless, pathetic ordinary girl falling in love with an, apparently, perfect-in-every-single-way-and-we-need-pages-upon-pages-reminding-us-of-this, sparkling, creepy, abusive, vampire which was all based upon a dream that Meyer had someone pinch me, please, I must be dreaming. Oh, if only.Twilight Rant7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I am an avid reader, and have been as long as I remember, and in particular I love fantasy and supernatural novels. I am a huge, huge, HUGE fan of vampire novels and read as many as I possibly can and I find most of them quite enjoyable, albeit there were one or two that just made me roll my eyes at their predictability.
Anyhow, back onto my original point. Twilight. Twilight is not what I classify
skewed perceptions.it sounds poetic.skewed perceptions.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
sitting here with the window open and my hair knotted at the nape of my neck and cotton twisted around my torso, it's easy to think i'm pouring cool wine from my lips and plucking ambrosia from clouds. it's easy to think that when i'm speaking of love, i'm whispering in voices of the riverbank and looking at the not-yet-visible stars with a glazed over wonder that can only stem from a deep-rooted and profound love of soil and earth. from far away, i might look a dream. i might look soft and sweet with cherry-lips and, even perhaps, diamond-eyes that click clichés off like the tearing of dog-eared books that you bought from the secondhand store to look well-read.
i might appear hazy or vintage with a sepia overtone that seeps from beneath my fingertips and turns the bloodied edges of my life into something manageable and cinematic. you might touch the rippling corners of my mirror and wonder, think, dream, imagine. you might imagine hearts thumping ben
My Reasons Why Twilight SucksMy Reasons Why Twilight Sucks6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Reasons Why Twilight Sucks:
1. Bella Swan: If I could summarize her personality in a sentence, I'd have to say this: She's a whiny, bratty, emo Mary-Sue who has no respect for ANY of her friends or family, and can't make up her mind about who to go with. My fish has more intelligence than her.
2. Edturd Cullen: He is an abusive 100-year-old creep. If I might add, he is a freaking CHIN that farts sparkles.
3. Harry Potter > Twilight. 'Nuff said.
4.Stalking and watching someone sleep is NOT romantic.
5. Even the character that plays Edward doesn't like Twilight. Sounds to me like a BURN.
6. "Oh Jacob, even though you probably would've treated me better than Edward, I'm still going to go w/ my beautiful lovey-dovey Eddie-poo. Here, I'll make it up to you though! I'll give you our baby daughter!"
7. Bella's a terrible role model.
8. The series encourages pedophilia, teenage pregnancy, suicide, brattiness, etc.
9. Give it up, fangirls. Edward (or Jacob, whatever) will NEVER marry you. Keep
we are eternity.Tell me, darling, how do we best count time?we are eternity.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
If you wish, I can reboot my system so we might run through the system and backed up files until we come up with the hard answer. We can have it in Eastern, Central, Pacific or Neverland and still be left with empty numbers. We can cross-divide and carry over our hearts, add the sum of our parts until we're nothing but decimal points flashing on the ambiguous screen. We can disconnect and rewire, throw our cyber-smiles against the wall until it's been reduced to springs and forlorn beeps of the dying machine.
Still, we'll have our answer: thirty days.
Or, if you prefer, I can break my poet's tongue in two and bleed words all over the hungry sheet of paper. I can write sonnets of the wind winding across the continent and limericks of the wolves howling for our distance. I can write songs to make stars weep in the clichéd sky of diamonds. I can compose you poems with phrases strung so daintily together that your nerves will bind and your
sheep-wool covered lies.i ate your heart and reveled in the way it smashed between my molars like ripe grapes, the way i could feel the pulse beating between my clenched jaw, the life squirming in and out to stain my lips. i swallowed it whole and felt it beating like a drummer boy in the pit of my belly, your sorrow the beat i danced my day to. your misery was a lullaby i sang to myself at night, the sheep i counted when my eyes were closed. i could feel it in the way it seeped into my veins and tangled around my bones like weeds growing too fast to contain. i gloried in the power it gave me, the way i could pull your strings and make you dance, the way i could bloody your soles and your soul and at the end of the day when i slept in my bed, it was made of the gnashed bones and entrails you left behind.sheep-wool covered lies.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
is that what you want me to say?
if you want, i'll tell you about how i thrilled at the tears in your eyes. i'll tell you i manipulated the map to pull reality apart and create a fantasy for us to get lost in
Anti-Twilight EssayI think now is a good time to discuss one of the newest "threats" to society: Twilight. "A love story with a bite".... Or is it? On the surface, Twilight may seem "perfect" but it hides about a thousand flaws. Let's start with the first chapter of the horror: Twilight itself.Anti-Twilight Essay6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
"I'd never given much thought to how I would die- But dying with someone I love sounds like a good way to go." - Bella, Twilight preface
What a way to start a book, eh? "Oh, hey... You're gonna die! Have a nice day!" I mean, sure, some books start like this but at least they don't make it ROMANTIC.
Now.... Skip ahead, skip ahead. Blah blah blah... Ok, now Bella's at school... Eww.... She's even making the teacher blush. *shudder* How many boys have fallen for her already? One, two... nine.. ten.. And don't even get me started on Edward... *shifty eyes* And Bella says she's "treading water"... *shudder* Of course you'd say that with all these men wrapped around your little finger. "I had no practice deal
.murderous intent_He's not breathing.murderous intent_5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why did you do it?
Because I wanted you.
Deck the HallsDeck the halls with Belle and EddieDeck the Halls5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Get the guns and cannons ready
Grab your pitchforks, grab your knives
It's a battle for our lives
Edward Cullen is a loser
As for Bella, who would choose her?
Get your nails and get your wrenches
Send those creeps down to the trenches
Toss a few bricks down to meet them
Throw an anvil down to greet them
Give it all you've got to beat them
We won't stop till we defeat them
irreplaceable.Some things in life cannot be replaced.irreplaceable.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
This is the hymn beating within the pulses of those who mourn the shooting stars who have come and gone, who cling to the stardust of comets too hot to tie to this earth of dust and soil. This is the song lilies hum when dusk falls and the ground moves from the thrumming of a hundred pleading hearts in unison; what wheat fields cry out when absences are apparent and desperate mouths are praying into pillows late at night. This is the truth that is realized when mornings shot golden with sunlight do not pluck the beauty of dreams back into reality, but rather face the hollow space once occupied with life overflowing.
Some things in life cannot be replaced.
Some things are too precious to be created twice, but rather, are meant to be celebrated for the beauty so uniquely theirs. Some laughs cannot be recreated or mimicked or impersonated by even the silver throat of the mockingbird. Some souls are the Halley's comet of our generation, too wild to b
burn the paper-lanterns.press tinder-lips to my flesh; spark forest fires where i'm too cold to remember the history of heat in molting books. trap us in glass jars of the moment so we might be studied later. keep us caged until the kerosene we're sweating is carbonated and pushing against the lid. burn us with wants, sear us with desires, leave our incinerating paper-flesh curling inward in protest. brand the side of my neck, shift and claim and hold until philosophy is no longer a thing that we read, but rather the second we remember to breathe.burn the paper-lanterns.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
pry open my mind to the gaping night, but make me close my hungry eyes. take the stars out of the sky one-by-one and place them on the nomad's trail from my shoulder to my hips. trail them with a painter's touch, leaving nothing but aftershocks and acrylic in your wake. let your breath hover and spread, swirling with the urgency of a hurricane and the patience of meditation, drawing forth the anxious tremors of the cornered deer, nothing but snapping branches and cr
Life Lessons From Bella Swann1. You should always address your parents by their first names.Life Lessons From Bella Swann5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
2. Pay no attention to the kids at school. No matter how friendly they are, no matter how many times the girls invite you to sit with them at lunch and team up with them on the weekends, no matter how many times the boys ask you out, you know you're stupid, ugly, clumsy, and totally worthless.
3. Your problems are everybody's problems. Whatever affects you should affect them in every aspect.
4. With boyfriends, it's all about physical looks. It doesn't matter if they're pushy, meddlesome, pretentious, self-absorbed, and dictatorial, as long as they're insanely attractive.
5. Edward is hot. Edward is beautiful. Edward is gorgeous. Edward is perfect. Edward is hot. Edward is every girl's dream come true. Edward shines like a thousand diamonds. Edward is hot. Edward is inhumanly handsome. Edward is eye-catching. Edward is an angel and a devil all rolled into one. Did I forget to mention Edward is hot?
6. It's inherently wrong
Pause. Rewind.Dark road,Pause. Rewind.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
harboring darker hearts
beneath accusing streetlamps.
hiding secrets and lust. Shame and love.
The streets are shrouded in darkness,
for the forgotten and the fearful.
Another short skirt disappears into a tinted vehicle.
I wonder if she's at all ashamed,
as she slips bared legs into his car.
I wonder if she's ever wished a better life for herself.
I pretend that I can see her,
moving back in time,
stilettos to sneakers and skirts to daddy's t-shirts.
When she was still young.
When beauty was a big smile.
And when happiness could be found in a chocolate bar.
When her sister could still look her in the eyes.
When her mother could be proud to call her a daughter.
A better time.
Suit and tie kinda guy,
nose turned up and heart closed off.
He passes by the heartbroken and the homeless,
with nothing more than a sneer and a belittling glance.
I wonder if there was a time when he wasn't this cold.
intercontinental.when the world is quiet and the dawn is breaking, it's your hands that i'm taking. the world is caught in the moment our lips part, a dreamcatcher hung from the eyelashes resting like moons on our cheeks. we are capturing the globe in the spaces between our teeth and exchanging it on twisting tongues, tasting the continents on individual tastebuds. when we kiss, european flavors are mingling with asian accents and south american highlights; our mouths together are a world market of billowing fabric and exotic flavor that we could spend all afternoon exploring.intercontinental.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we are breathing in spice and the heady scent of bazaars and when we close our eyes, i imagine the trail down your ribbed torso is the journey to jerusalem. i taste the desert in the curls of your hair and the heat of your mouth is a sauna baking passion into smoldering fires. your fingers are an oasis painting the red sea along my throat, drawing the treacherous coastline across the flesh of my hips.
i can feel the w
the sun isn't a candle.you never did learn that beauty can't be painted on rotting ship hulls. decaying wood will always smell like the ocean's betrayal and the salted funeral salute of gilded words. swirling acrylics will only mask the bleak gray and bled-dry sinkhole of your chest. so, you can sit there and call yourself the queen of your world, the mistress of mystery and empress of lust, but you're taking on water and sinking fast and the imploding sea around you is the last grave your cat-eyes will ever witness. you're sinking like a stone in your hate and deception and the one hand that would have pulled you back is the one you gnawed off at the wrist.the sun isn't a candle.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you see, you had the sun in the palm of your greased talons, the whole reason for expanding lungs stitched between your pores and you discarded it like secondhand news. you never did realize: he's the cause of the spinning axel and the foundation of rome and the song the stars sing to dusk-covered fields. oh, you were just too blind to absorb his light!
things i must do before i die:Learn to Fly. Travel Europethings i must do before i die:6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with my soulmate. Sleep on
top of the Eiffel Tower. Wake
up naked in a Greek truckstop.
Tell a gondolier my life story in
Venice. Ask his. Swing dance on
the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Tell
Moscow "good morning". Smile.
Learn the waltz. Perform a
valse in the Himalayas. The
Swiss Alps. Nepal. Pretend
the sky has a second job as
a ballroom. Befriend a star.
Climb Mt Everest. Jump off.
Survive. Throw a snowball
at my past regrets. Laugh.
Learn German. Learn Dutch.
Learn every language in the
book. Become a translator.
Quit. Become the world's
best lover. Quit. Become
a God. Get fired. Look up
apotheosis in dictionaries
labelled Keep Out. Shake
hands with Zeus. Discuss
religion, drink wine, throw
my final request.this'll be the last time i put my heart on your porch and the last time i'll slip faded pieces of poetry under your door when you're asleep. when my song has been sung, i'll stop painting my wishes on your ceiling and humming lullabies at moonrise. i won't come knocking at your door any longer or whispering into the back of your neck when you're walking away. you won't feel my fingers pulling on the edge of your shirt or slipping in your back pocket or clinging to the corner of your heart, because it's obvious that none of it belongs to me any longer.my final request.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i promise, this'll be it.
so, don't run or ignore this or throw it away, because i swear, this will be the last you hear from me. i'll erase myself from your life and throw the pieces into the wind to be carried to wherever it is you aren't. i'll fold in the corner until i'm nothing more than an ink smudge on your personal history. i'll erode and fade and diminish until the morning comes when you wake up and wonder if i was anything more
How to Deal with Twilight FansHow to Deal With a Twilight FanHow to Deal with Twilight Fans7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
A comprehensible guide to incomprehensible fans.
Many people against Twilight share the same reasons for disliking it. Its stereotypical, poorly written, and lacks any plot and originality. It has brainwashed millions of teenage girls and their parents and painted a false portrait of love. Men close to these twitards are held to higher standards of perfection. Young girls are setting themselves up for complete disappointment when they discover that no, boys are not made of gorgeous marble.
Many twitards respond with YOU SUCK OMG HOW COULD YOU NOT LOVE THEM THEYRE SO HAWT. Some will give you a good verbal joust. Some will be relentless in their support and refuse to accept reason.
Here are some ways of dealing with rabid fans, that make them look very stupid, and make you look very, very smart.
1. Know that there is no reasoning with her
When voicing your anti-Twilight opinio
Stephenie Meyer Sucks Part 2I got Breaking Dawn on the day that it came out and was hoping that Meyer would somehow redeem the steadily deteriorating quality of the Twilight series. What a huge disappointment. I was even more disappointed when I found out how Meyer was responding to the criticism towards it. Then I discovered that she was writing Midnight Sun. I looked forward to that because, even though all of the books suck, they are a guilty pleasure and Twilight was the best of all of them. Then she stopped writing it! So, here I am, complaining about how these incidents are further proof of Meyer's suckage.Stephenie Meyer Sucks Part 27 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Breaking Dawn turned many Twilighters anti. A lot of them remained fans but refused to acknowledge it as canon. And then there are others who just eat up everything that Meyer craps out. There are many reasons as to why Breaking Dawn is the biggest literary fail produced by Meyer so far.
- Renesmee. Stupid name. Shouldn't exist. You said vampires couldn't have kids. WTF.
- Jacob imprinting on Renesmee WH