you're coldyour feet glide over the linoleum of your kitcheen floor, and the sounds of your toes sticking to the ground echo in the dark. it is past two in the morning, and you're oh so scared of waking him. oh so scared.you're cold4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
your eyes have almost adjusted to the light, or lack thereof, and you're reaching outwards, and upwards into the darkness. your hands meet what they were searching for, the cupboard above the counter, and you almost sigh in relief. you feel around for the cold, silver handle and pull it open, with just the right amount of force as to not make too much noise; you've had so much practise.
you feel over the second shelf and standing on your tip-toes, you wrap your hand around an upturned glass. your heart beats just a bit too fast to keep your breathing steady, and as you pull the glass forward, your feet give way and you slip. you fall backwards, your head colliding with the floor, and your arms flying backwards, the glass flying with them. it soars through the air and hits the wa
Trixie's WaltzTrixie's Waltz2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
NOTE: This short story is written around a song by Makkon06, please read the description to listen to the song before or during the story, as it was written with that song as the focus.
"Trixie, you are a talent." The Great and Powerful Trixie closed the door to her trailer behind her. She had just finished another show in Trottingham, and it had gone over spectacularly. She sat down in front of her mirror and removed her hat and cloak.
Those were her most prized and most beloved treasures, under them she was somepony great, somepony that everyone wanted to see and laugh with and be amazed by. She felt invincible under that hat, like she could take on the world, but more importantly, she felt something else under that hat and cloak.
She felt loved.
Trixie went over to her gramophone, another of her prized possessions. It was one of the few things she always took with her on her travels as she roamed Equestria, a restless soul looking for a place to find love.
Slow music started
The Definition of InsanityHave you ever questioned the true meaning of insanity?The Definition of Insanity4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some say it’s buried deep in this feeling we call love,
Others say it’s a sign of utter madness,
For me it is traveling blindly through life,
With a gun aimed at my temple,
My finger taut on the trigger,
But never able to pull it,
Longing for the echo of the metallic click,
I know I’ll never pull it though,
Because I walk beside my other half,
Another gun held to my head,
As I hold one against their’s,
That’s the true meaning of insanity,
Trusting each other to never pull either trigger.
Goodbye BordersGoodbye Borders1 year ago in Editorial More Like This
Goodbye Borders 7/22/11
Liquidation!!! As the EMPIRE crumbles yet another bookstore/music store/media store gone! The subtle corporate-fascist censorship continues at an alarming rate! Yes, Borders was an "evil" corporation but they sold Howard Zinn and Chris Hedges and Chomsky along with the right wing dregs. At the bookstore open a book see what it's like. See if it's readable or interesting. Never pay full price with coupons and Borders Bux. Get the latest from David Weber; the damn library would never give me enough time to finish reading it. Browse the art magazines and the UK music magazines. In their hey-day get obscure prog rock albums, especially after Tower closed (another tragedy!)
Borders, Teacher Appreciation Week, back in the day, was always a treat! 20% off of everything! Osprey weapons books and obscure WWII books on aircraft and weapons and Blitzkrieg. Railroa
LF Chismografo: Alizee 4.0LF Chismografo: Alizee 4.02 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Las preguntas sobre los personajes:
¿Qué es lo que más ama?
Hacer las cosas a su modo
¿Qué es lo más odia?
Gente que no cuestiona la manera de ser de las cosas
¿Qué es a lo que más le teme?
Ser privada de la libertad
Si fuera un animal, ¿qué animal sería?
¿Si solo pudiera comer algo que elegiría?
Algo que NO la haga crecer o hacerse pequeña (malas antiguas experiencias)
¿Cuál crees que es el color de su aura?
Si se encontrara de frente consigo misma (no reflejo) cómo reaccionaría?
No se sorprendería puesto que ya se encontró con alguien asi
¿Cuál es el sueño dorado? (¿qué es lo que más desearía en el mundo?)
Derrotar las fuerzas de las Reinas malvadas y el jabberwok
¿Específicamente cuáles son sus películas preferidas de todos los tiempos?
Wax StatueThe wax drips downWax Statue3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coating my skin
Surrounding me with lies
Forgetting where I've been
Once the wax hardens
No one will hear my cries
Death is not BeautifulWhoever said "Death is Beautiful" either didn't get a good look at him or was too drunk or high to remember.Death is not Beautiful3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Death isn't beautiful. He isn't even cute.
Death is putrid. He'll tell you so himself. He lives in the dark places of the world, and so rots within those dark places. Death is forever living, and yet always dead.
I should know. I've seen death for myself.
Face to face.
I was close enough to smell his breath: the smell of decay and evil.
I could see under his hood. The face I saw was mostly bone, but there was enough flesh there to make me realize he had once been human. I still gag at the thought.
And when he reached forward and grabbed my wrist with his boney hand, and the rotting flesh of his fingers brushed against my skin, I couldn't stop myself from crying.
The thing before me was no more human than the muck found in the darkest corner of a basement, long overdue for cleaning. His voice, coming from some supernatural place in his being, was like razor blades in my ears. Dee
I Am Octus Chapter 2I Am Octus Chapter 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Octus (still disguising himself with his "Newton" hologram) stared at his reflection in the bus window, vaguely aware of the conversions the other people on the bus were having.
"Newton," Ilana called. She was sitting on his right in the same bus seat as him.
When she got no response, she tried again. "Newton," she said, a little louder this time.
"What?" he asked, some-what annoyed, as his blank expression turned into a glare.
"You've been a million light years away since we left the art institute. Are you okay?"
she asked, concerned.
"Sure," he said, still glaring at the window.
"What's going on?" she asked.
Just then, Lance, who was sitting in a seat by himself behind Ilana and Octus, heard the radio.
"Meanwhile, in southern France, a series of strange occurrences" The radio reporter said, before being cut off as the volume of the other students conversions became louder.
Lance stood up and leaned over the top of Ilana and Octus' seat. "What are they saying?"
M: WoW I: The Ghost of SpartaMalus: World of War IM: WoW I: The Ghost of Sparta2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Ghost of Sparta
Kratos VS Nessus
Stories You Should Be Familiar With:
God of War
Hercules (Disney version)
Kung Fu Panda
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
One world. That is what it had been to the many who did not know, before all of this came about. Before the doorways to the Nexus, the pathway between realms, had been opened, there was no way anyone could know. But through circumstances unknown, the barriers were broken. And now all under the watch of the Creator, whether they know it or not, were brought to face a new world. A world where fates would collide, mantles would be tested, power would be vied for, and the true nature of man would be determined.
SICYON, GREECE, 2:31 PM
As this new world gave way to turmoil, the son of Zeus, Kratos, the Ghost of Sparta himself, led his raid on the city of Sicyon, which, as rumors told, had begun to worship the Titans over the Gods. Zeus had made his orders clear: the city would c
the story of the four branches chp 2 pg fourthe story of the four branches chp 2 pg four1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"leave Jiin out of this!"
Mio began sobbing.
Kiryuu was nowhere in sight and Jiinko was being crushed to death by the living dolls.
her eyes welled up with tears which fell from her face, faster than bullets.
"you'll have to fight me first!" the lynx laughed at poor Mio.
Mio felt her tears stop and her eyes filled with anger.
she looked up.
"THATS IT!" she screamed, breaking out of the ropes that held her left arm.
the lynx drew back with slight fear.
"I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR CRAP!" Mio screamed again, the next set off ropes on her right arm snapped.
even the pile of dolls quivered.
"I EXEPT YOUR DUEL!" she snapped the ropes on her ankles.
the lynx tried a smirk but he fear was too overwhelming.
"I'LL KILL YOU AND YOUR STUPID DOLLS!" the last rope around her waist snapped and Mio lunged forward at the lynx.
she threw a punch, knocking the lynx backwards.
"SCREW YOU! AND YOUR DOLLS!" Mio screamed, kicking and punching the lynx.
"these ARENT DOLLS! ITS MY FEAR CIRCUS!"
the lynx d
Is love an addiction?Is love an addiction?1 year ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Question: Is love an addiction?
Intro: There is no other feeling like being in love. The butterflies that engulf your stomach, the goosebumps that encompass your body, the seemingly everlasting high of knowing that this is your soul-mate. This person is your motivation, your dream come true, your happiness, your other half. While all of these are true, the exact opposite is true as well; there is no other feeling like having your heart broken. No other feeling like having your dreams destroyed. Your happiness is overtaken by sadness, emptiness, pain, anguish, guilt, and depression. The butterflies turn into a gut wrenching sensation as your heart figuratively begins falling apart slowly... as if to allow you to feel every bit of pain. Why do we allow ourselves to become vulnerable to the highs and lows of love? Is love an addiction?
-Studies show that heartache directly correlates with addiction withdraws such as loss of cont
Wandering inThe DuskWandering in the DuskWandering inThe Dusk1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My world is constantly in the dark
I never hear the beautiful song of the lark.
I constantly feel lost and alone
like I have wandered too far from home.
You know the saying, "once bitten, twice shy"?
Well for me, your that guy.
You want to tell me that I don't care?
That's one accusation I cannot bear.
I care about you more than you let me say
but I want to yell it from a cliff everyday.
As I wander through the dark
hopeless and searching for the long lost lark
I reach for you but you're never there.
Someday somebody will be there.
Will it be you, or some mystery man?
When I get there i will seize love while I can.
SakuraSakura2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Blooming trees of pink and white
an art of nature
Gaiadrom x Glacia[Location: Warfang, Dragon Temple]Gaiadrom x Glacia2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was evening in the dining hall as Spyro, Cynder, and Gaiadrom were alone together and seated at one end of the table. They had already finished eating dinner some time ago. Gaiadrom then turned his head toward the dragon couple and spoke:
"There is something I've wanted to speak with you two about."
"What's that, Gaiadrom?" asked Spyro. The earth dragon surveyed his surroundings for a moment before he bent his head closer to the couple.
"Well it's about Glacia," whispered Gaiadrom. "I've come to realize that I'm in love with her."
"That's great to hear," said Cynder ecstatically.
"But there's a problem," replied Gaiadrom. "I'm nervous about telling her because I'm nervous about whether or not she loves me too." This of course, didn't surprise Spyro or his beloved Cynder on account that some time earlier, Glacia had told them that she had also developed loving feelings for
MLP: Lunar FestivalLunar FestivalMLP: Lunar Festival2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A/N: Yes it has OC ponies. Yes its OC/Char shipping. I just did it because I felt like it and too much lesbian fics are everywhere. Don't get me wrong, I like em but there too damn much. And if you hate OCs, that's your problem and not mine. I don't care so shut up and GTFO and don't complain. I don't want to be restricted from what I do best.
This week marked the special event of the Lunar Festival. It was mid July and Princess Luna was tasked to bring up the moon for this special occasion. It was said the moon would be twice as close to the land then it originally was, and everypony would be up to see it. At first, she thought it would make her happy. But she remembered how far she had fallen because of so many who had overlooked the night's natural beauty. So they say in the books.
She was in her personal chambers, sighing to herself as she stared at the calendar. Monday, the start of the Lunar Festival event; she felt very uneasy. Even from words of encour
My Little MythologyEra of DragonMy Little Mythology3 years ago in Settings More Like This
At first the world was chaos. The land spewed fire and the oceans boiled. The sky was black and neither sun nor star could be seen. As the molten earth mingled with the scalding water the first dragons emerged and they were named Iletef and Fruren. They stretched their limbs and to the sky they took flight. The beating of their behemoth wings cleared the sky of smoke revealing the Moon, which stilled the earth and sea. Born of the earth the dragons hungered for gems. Spined Iletef searched the land, digging endless valleys and pushing the earth into towering mountains. Furred Fruren dove deep into the waters and dug up through the land creating the rivers and lakes.
After many years Iletef and Fruren died. Fruren's scales became the first fish. From his muscles came the sharks and other sea predators. From his organs came the squid and octopus. From his bones came the crabs. His fur became the vast coral reefs and endless forests of seaweed. The ocean teemed with life and
That mystery dragon... part 1That mystery dragon... part 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Ada swoops down to where Christian is lying in his 'special spot' under the Blossom Tree. "Ok, Christian, I need your help, and fast!" Ada cries at her cousin. "Um, I'm too busy um relaxing " he says. "Are you EVER serious?!" growls Ada angrily. "Well, what's up?" asks Christian. "Elora's gone missing! I can't seem to find her anywhere!!!" sobs Ada. "WHAT?! Ok, I'm serious now. Let's go find her!" He shouts, and the two run off to search for Elora.
A few hours later, after a lot of searching
"Mah can we go now? She's nowhere in sight, and my paws hurt!" moans Christian. "*sigh* I'm not giving up! I need to find my sister! I won't be able to sleep tonight, knowing she is lost out here!" cries Ada. But we've looked everywhere!" snaps Christian. "HELP!!!!!!!! PLEASE, HELP ME!!!!!!" a muffled scream echoes out through the woods. "What? Is that Elora?!" Ada cries, as she starts running towards the cries. "Wait up!" Christian shouts, and he flies after Ada. A
SwB: FluttershySCREAMING WITH BINKY: FLUTTERSHYSwB: Fluttershy2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
[Location: Equestria, near front entrance Fluttershy's residence.]
[Fluttershy is seen currently lulling a huge family of 500 rabbits as they slept outside with her serenading singing voice with the Cutie Mark Crusaders watching them on the sides.]
GARFIELD: And so after years of an abysmally long absence, it's now time for another exciting moment of "Screaming with Binky!" This is the sweet, gentle and yet quiet Fluttershy from a most recent cartoon, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic; the really mushy kind of stuff ever seen on TV. As you can see she's really good with handling animals and yet it is also true that she's extremely sensitive to anything at any given moment.
[Binky jumps out of a bush positioned behind Fluttershy.]
BINKY: HEEEEEEEY, FLUTTERSHY!!!!!!!!!
FLUTTERSHY: (high-pitched scream)
[Three things happened simultaneously: as she screamed terrifically for two seconds, Fluttershy's mane and tail
The PathThere was a time when someone proved herself to be fearless and determined to reach her goals, fighting against forces greater than her own even in the darkest days with only herself as support she stood still! Doubt and sadness came upon her like the cold wind of winter, nevertheless her warm heart would not have her freeze!The Path6 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Her hands were cold... shaking... sometimes not wanting to move... her will had to be stronger than the mind.
Those were the hardest days of her life, yet she could still see a tiny light on the far horizon. She kept walking through the snow which hindered her movements.
Step by step, day by day, year by year, she finally made it there throughout the tall mountains of time and oppression she succeeded where I would never had the courage nor will to step foot, so I followed her from afar watching in the dark throughout her journey, recording the last moments of her achievement.
Maybe disappointment came to her thoughts for what she had sought for so long was not th
Chapter 1. New in town-3The lighthouse was impressively high and it was located on a small rocky tidal island linked with a short concrete driveway. Hesitantly, I was afraid to cross that narrow path, especially with that whipping wind. However, I took the plunge and gave the nearly fifty paces that separated me from my destiny. For a moment I thought that the wind would drag me to the bottom of the cliff.Chapter 1. New in town-39 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once the door was something left note. A sign on the wall lying where the artifact declared national heritage and which for more than ten years was closed to the public.
-A sign not stop me from passing. - I cried.
Look both ways looking for any witnesses, I forced it lacks the door until you enter. Lift your head up to examine the iron spiral staircase. Walk each of the steps taking me with one hand on the handrail and the other holding onto the wall. He would not look down, if insurance towards me dizzy. Once I got to the last step look at what it was refurbished but dirty inside. There was no property ex
Skeletons in My ClosetThere are skeletons everywhere in my closet.Skeletons in My Closet1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I open the doors bones spill out
covering me in a macabre pile.
I fight my way to the surface to live another day.
I put on a happy face and go forward
and try to lie to everyone around me
and tell them I'm just fine.
But when I go home at the end of the day
I sit down on my bed and cry myself out
because by the end of the day my
joyful facade has crumbled like dry sand.