Unite for Freedom Part IIMonster Hunter I: Unite for FreedomUnite for Freedom Part II4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Four years later
[Cut to a large town, known as Kimbolo. It is similar to Hisito - the shape and build of the structures and roads and the general layout and design share the same basic design and pattern - except there is much more of it. It reaches much further up the mountainside than Hisito and boasts a much larger area of agriculture. It is South-facing but this does not stop snow from covering the village in a thick blanket.]
[In one room in one hut on the Northern outskirts of the village sleeps a girl. Her name is Vonara. One of the windows to the room has been left open. A kestral swoops in through it and lands on one of the bedposts. It screeches loudly. Vonara stirs in her sleep. The kestral screeches again, then takes off and lands on the pillow next to Vonara. It pecks her head gently. Vonara jerks awake and the kestral flaps backwards screeching.]
[The kestral screeches again as it lands on t
Judge MeI don’t care if you judge me.Judge Me9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not telling me
Anything I don’t already tell myself.
Never Knows BestOne last cigaretteNever Knows Best6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The moments you can't forget
As you lay awake and dream like never before
You know that in your life for sure
You never know best
Staring into space
Straight at the moon's face
Smoke fills the air
Ash falls on the armchair
You never know best
Could be better
Could be worse
Not everyone leaves the world
Inside a hearse
Could be great
Could be hell
For those who have no faith
They never know best
aphrodite's stepsisteryouaphrodite's stepsister2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sensuous tangle of honey
silk and white walls,
falling like sand through my fingertips
eyes dancing like the fires of hell,
"will you still love me
when i'm no longer young and
i clench my fists—
you, the picture of youth
a summer siren,
someday entering the winter
of your life
wishing i could trap you in a bottle,
to spray on like perfume
to wear like a garment
i am dancing with decay,
wishing for the best of you
Dancing Woman Swamp was almost empty that night. A few people were sitting alone on the couches, or reading a book and smoking a cigarette while enjoying coffee or a nice glass of red wine. I could see the tips light up orange in the dim room as the tobacco burnt silently. I thought about walking up to one of them and asking for a smoke.Dancing Woman5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A woman was dancing clumsily beneath the red spotlights near the stage with a glass in her hand. She was lifting her other skinny arm over her head in a waving motion, in sync with the rhythm of the soft saxophone, then she ran it down her body, snaking it provocatively along her yellow dress. The poorly bleached hair at the top of her head, stood up, shining ominously and giving her a sickening aurora.
She looked well into her forties but I could tell she had a nice face, although it looked tired and worn out because of the alcohol. Her sorrowful expression suddenly changed as the saxophone became louder, the tempo faster, bringi
Adapt or die, Chap.01 -SS-#01Adapt or die, Chap.01 -SS-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never had leader's wood; nor I wanted to have it. Always thought I didn't need it, someone already gave orders for me and if people around decided to obey them was because they feel them correct or someone forced them to do so. I never wanted to force no one to anything nor pretending that my actions were always correct. But we were in a time of changes, and what I should do had nothing to compare with what I want; suddenly I realized that the will is worthless in times of war. It was the duty that forced me to lift the head when the rest didn't, even if that could've destroyed me.
Hello, I'm John Bolton, and this is only a part of my story.
I guess many people would ensure that the color of life depends of the eyes which watch it. From my scientist's profile that always seemed to me like huge stupidity; because can assure you that color's change from one eyeball to another have nothing to do with the unhappy or happy you are. Even though, now I c
You're Not DepressedDepression isn’t what you think it is.You're Not Depressed9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’re just sad.
If you and your boyfriend or girlfriend just broke up, it's not depression.
If you are longing to be with that one girl or boy, it's not depression.
If you really want to meet that one celebrity, it's not depression.
If you haven’t gotten a text from any of your friends all day and want to talk to someone, it's not depression.
If you cried in the shower last night because you want that guy to be your boyfriend,
Or sat on your bed last night with your face in your hands wanting to be with that one girl,
It's not depression.
Until you have hated yourself,
Felt no self-worth,
Felt like you’d never amount to anything
And are useless,
You want to lie in bed all day and do nothing but think,
Think you are never good enough for anyone,
Don’t deserve anyone,
Lost any interest in drawing, writing, reading, singing, etc…
You don’t want to be around anyone, just by yourself in the dark,
Cried when yo
Change I have always wanted to do this, Ever since I was 6. But until now, I have never been able to. Thanks to the events of a few nights ago, though, now I can. It is very useful to be able to do. No more worries. No more problems. They are all solved easily now. But, at this point, you have no idea what Im talking about. So, we will begin from before thischange happened. Lets go back to last Monday, the day it all began...Change10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was driving to school one Monday morning, just like any other morning. My old, beat-up red Pontiac van sputtered a few times before finally gaining enough speed to move through the intersection as the light turned green. Having been the family vehicle for years, it was good for little more now than my ride until I graduated high school. I hate school, I thought to myself. Finally, I was able to steer the van into a parking space, and stepped down
50 consejos para artistas50 consejos para artistas6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
50 consejos para artistas:
1.Compra siempre productos no tóxicos, que no sean chinos.
2.El lugar donde vayas a trabajar procura que todo este ordenado.
3.Si compras lápices de colores guárdalos en un lugar seguro y evita que se te caigan.
4.Siempre ponle tapón a tus pilotos, y cerciórate de que estén bien cerrados, ya que se secan.
5.Si es posible, ponle fecha a tus dibujos, así día a día verás cuanto has avanzado.
6.Si compras óleo o acrílicos fíjate en la fecha de caducidad.
7.Dependiendo de la técnica que vayas a usar compra el papel especial para cada una.
8.Para ahorrar, solo compra los colores que más utilices, si pintas piel por ejemplo, solo compra colores tierra. Si pintas objetos oscuros, compra tonos oscuros. Suena obvio, pero mucha gente compra la caja de lápices, cuando solo van a usar unos 5.
9.Haz una lista de cosas que nunca has dibujado o pintado y procura hace
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 RevampedUMvC3 Fan Moveset: X-23 Revamped3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Origin: X-Men series
First Appearance: X-Men: Evolution "X-23 (2003)"
Voiced by: Tara Strong
Theme song: ???
Alternate costume: Classic X-23
Stage: Bio Plant Disaster (Shared with Marrow)
Standing light punch, Crouching light punch, Jumping light punch
Standing middle punch, Crouching middle punch, Jumping middle punch
Standing fierce punch, Crouching fierce punch, Jumping fierce punch
Ankle Slice QCF + M
Charged Ankle Slice QCF + Hold M
Decapitating Slice QCF + H
Charged Decapitating Slice QCF + Hold H
Aerial Axe Kick
Crescent Scythe DP + P
Mirage Feint QCB + P
_Sweep The Floor
_Crouching Toe Stabs
_Raging Bull Rush
Rage Trigger QCF + PP
Weapon X's Revenge
Silent Kill QCB + PP + S
Alpha: Stabbing Claws
Angels and DemonsAngels and Demons4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Almost everyone has heard of Angels and Demons. Despite the ancient Pact, which suggested that they would have to always get along, they are just too different. Their wars shake the Earth, rattle the stars of Heaven and boil the magma hidden within Hell. And, unless the Inbetween step in, the Divine and Cursed beings will bring us to the end of the world.
The Inbetween are the peace keepers among these beings. Where Angels are pure good and Demons ultimate evil, an untainted Inbetween has no choice but to be neutral. When tainted, an Inbetween is a deadly force for whichever side they have joined. However, the only way to taint one is to either have them gaze upon a Divine being or have them meet the eyes of a heavily-tainted mortal.
Once, long ago, there was the War of the Angels. This was an Earth-shaking event, though it didn't actually happen on the Earth. The War of Angels, which was Angels versus Demons, occurred in the Inbetween. The Inbetween is somewhere in the middle, roughly
Blood and ChocolateBlood and Chocolate10 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
'In fear I hurried this way and that. I had the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth, the one as hateful as the other'
---Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf
"Vivian Gandillion relishes the change, the sweet, feirce ache that carries her from girl to wolf. At sixteen, she is beautiful and strong, and all the young wolves howl for her. But Vivian still grieves for her dead father; her pack is in disarray, and she feels lonely and lost. She longs for a normal life. But what is normal for a warewolf?
Then Vivian falls in love with a human, a meat-boy. Aiden is kind and gentle, a welcome relief from the squabbling pack, and Vivian longs to reveal herself to him. Surely he would understand her and delight in her dual nature, not fear her as an ordinary human would
i would do anything to get you to love yourselfi know your type, i’ve seen them around herei would do anything to get you to love yourself5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
before, browsing through my poems like
you’re flipping through vinyl records, trying to find
that one disc you were listening to the first time
he leaned over and kissed you.
the only way you’ll ever be able to love yourself
is if he leans over and kisses you again, is if someone
tells you about the seven wonders of your soul, if
someone sits down and writes a list of all your beautiful
fault lines that you’ve never been able to forgive.
you want to love yourself and you want to be loved,
but i know it’s hard to believe that you’re holy,
when your hands still shake when they touch food and
your breath always quickens when you drive
over bridges and no one can look you in the eye
when you ask them if you’re beautiful.
look, you’re stardust, you’re snowflakes, you’re
the sky’s gift to us, you’re comets on a cloudy night
when no one looks up to appreciate how beautifully
I owe you all an explanationI owe you all an explanation4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As you all know, Lissachoa is Subject 222.
But what are these subjects about?
What kind of experiments did she go through?
What is the purpose of it all?
Well, sit back and I'll tell you everything.
It starts with the beginning.
Our world is full of myths, stories and folk lore.
The macabre, occult, and horror of monsters and the damned
that lurk in the darkness and dwells in the night
but what if these tales were not of
What if they were warnings of things to come?
Indeed we were caught off guard.
Some thought it was the Apocalypse, the Final Judgment, the end of the world
But heavens gates kept closed and earth remained.
On their own, mankind was trapped within the
Eternal cesspool of the damned.
Mankind soon was on the edge of extinction.
If Man were able to survive then we have to enhance ourselves and quickly,
At first live test subjects were used, but the body was unable to handle the sudden
Enhancements, resulting in a fatal outcome.
Loreley PrologueLoreley Prologue4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We all sat around the fireplace big eyes and our mouth's open. Old grandmother Willow was about to tell us a story.
"Story time!" Yelled my brother Timmy.
My three sister and two younger brothers sat waiting for grandmother Willow to begin. As for me I stood by the window with my arms across my chest staring out to sea. Slowly grandmother Willow sat down in her old oak chair and smiled at us.
"What kind of story do you want to hear tonight?"
"A love story!" Cooed my twin sister, the little one to shy to speak.
"A sea story." Timmy screamed jumping up.
I snorted and ran my hand through my hair. Being the oldest I never believed in fairy tales. Mother and father ran the town, Queen Ariel and King Eric. We lived in a big castle that was by the sea. All we have to do is run outside and the sea is our backyard. Mother loved the sea and father was the caption of the sea fleet. Naturally we'd love the sea. Everyone but my little sister Maggie loved the sea.
Mother told us, "Born to
LifeI'm not livingLife1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm only surviving
There's so much to do
And so little time
I'm always in a rush
Trying to keep up with life
Without a moment to rest
Without a moment to think
There's no joy in life
Being here makes no sense
Sometimes it comes to me
That I should put an end to it...
Rock And Roll y Fiebre 3Rock And Roll y Fiebre 35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"¡Ohhhh! ¡Yes yes yes! ¡Oh yeah!"
La voz femenina gritaba de placer, mientras sus gemidos penetraban mis oídos como si fueran flechas.
-Che Walter - le dije sombrío.
"¡Oh my god! ¡Oh my god! ¡Fuck meeee!"
"¿¡Te gusta así, bitch!? ¿Ahh? "Trozo latino, nena ¡¡Azzzzzzzzzucaaaaaaaaaar!!"
La voz masculina fue un cañonazo hacia mi fantasía. Me hizo volver a la realidad.
"¡¡Yeaaaaaaaaaaaas!! ¡¡In my face, in my face!!"
-¿Ah?- me contestó.
Levantándome del sillón, me le puse enfrente.
-¿¡¡POR QUE MIERDA VES PORNOS CUANDO TE CUENTO MIS PROBLEMAS SENTIMENTALES!!? ¡¡HIJO DE PUTA!!- le rompí la cara de una patada.- ¡ENCIMA ESTAMOS EN MI CASA Y MI HERMANA ESTA DURMIENDO!
Y empezamos nuestra pelea matutina. Mientras él me metía un dedo lleno de saliva en la oreja y yo le hacía ca
Love Reaps part 7Love Reaps part 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I laid there all night. Eyes open watching her breath and turn in the night. I wouldn't call her a peaceful sleeper. Well at least she doesn't snore. Though another positive to staying up to monitor her sleeping, is she isn't glaring nor is she talking. No offence to her, but I don't always enjoy peoples company. Unfortunately I actually need her. I exhaled loudly.
I lifted myself gradually off the awkward position that I lied in for six hours. I really hope it was worth it. My back also seemed to be in the shape of a V. I limped over to a clear space and cracked my spine back into place. What's that smell?! I raised up my arms, and blubbered. It's me!
With that I sprinted to the bathroom, ripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower. After scrubbing off my horrid smell, I grabbed a towel wrapping it around me and walked over to the basin. Looking into the mirror I gasped. I had an enormous smudge of mud on my face.
"Scarlet " I muttered, wiping the embarrassing slu
InsideI watched my best friend die.Inside6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It wasn't in a hospital and it wasn't an accident on some road somewhere. There's a saying, and I guess it's also… funny… how you never know what's going on behind closed doors.
I guess you're probably thinking of suicide - overdose, hanging by the rope, or (god forbid) the knife, but... it's not that.
Because it's one thing to die and it's another to die. I believe you can exist without properly living.
What is a life? We are born into this world with no say on the matter, and yet the majority of us take for granted that tomorrow we will wake up to another morning, another routine, another day in this same old life.
Are we happy in this life? Inside, where it counts, are we happy?
My best friend came from nowhere. One minute I had no one, and the next… I guess it's a sort of blessing that my best friend arrived when I needed comfort the most.
We began to go out and have wild trips galumphing up the roads. We made war with b
50 Consejos para estudiantes50 Consejos para estudiantes6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
+ de 50 CONSEJOS PARA ESTUDIANTES DE DISEÑO GRÁFICO
Escrito por Chii-Original.
Por motivos de que ya acabé la licenciatura les comparto este magnifico tutorial , con tips y consejos que me hubieran ayudado al momento de entrar si alguien me los hubiera dicho.
Espero que los lean y los pongan en práctica , porque en verdad ayudan. Espero que no cometan los mismos errores que yo cometí y disfruten su carrera.
Les deseo muchos éxitos a todos los que esten empezando su carrera o quieran estudiar diseño gráfico.
¡Vamos a los tips!
1.Escojan una universidad que tenga laboratorios visibles de diseño gráfico. Que cuenten con programas tales como Photoshop e Illustrator como básicos. No se preocupen si usan Mac o no, esto es relativo, ya que en la vida real muchas empresas no tienen suficiente capital para pagarlas. Y , es muy importante , que esten certificadas por el ministerio de educación