CATCF- Deadly SinsDeadly SinsCATCF- Deadly Sins10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mike Teavee had been horribly wounded that fateful day at the chocolate factory, as Willy Wonka had surely known that he would be. Children however, have amazing physical recuperative capacities, which Mr. Wonka had also known, and counted on.
What the candy-maker had not counted on, or perhaps, in his own delicate state of mind not cared to acknowledge, was that the wounds on a child's mind are so much deeper and more difficult to heal, and sometimes they never do.
In that factory of the deranged, Mike had undergone tortures that could likely get Wonka tried under the Geneva convention. Even supposing that the initial shrinking had been his own fault, and not an elaborate set-up of the mad chocolatier, Wonka hadn't had any reason to send his Oompa Loompa things after him!
And then the stretching. Mike had been strapped into a device that resembled nothing better than the medieval torture of the rack, while his sniveling, useless father looked on , unable, or unw
The Art of... Seduction?The Art of... Seduction?10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mr. Wonka," a breathy, feminine, inherently grating voice called, and it took all of Wonka's willpower to not cringe at the sound.
Since he didn't have any willpower, he cringed openly, and turned, forcing a smile that made his gums hurt. "Yes? Everything all right, then?"
Violet Beauregarde's mother stood in front of the chocolatier, normally wide and glassy eyes half-lidded and cloudy. "Mr. Wonka, I was just wondering about this..." She took a step forward, and Wonka took a quick step backwards. "This prize that you're giving out."
"O...Oh?" he whimpered, feeling overwhelmed by the woman's forceful presence. He smiled, weakly, clearly not liking being so close to Ms. Beuregarde. "I...Now, why would you want to spoil a surprise? Heh, you're funny." He made a desperate attempt to flee, but she touched – just touched – his jacket, and he froze up in confusion.
"Oh, I promise not to tell Violet. And besides, we both know she's going to win it..."
"D...Do we, now?" Wonka whimpered
Romper el corazon propioRomper el corazon propio4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Instrucciones para romper el corazón propio.
Enamórese de una mujer. Idealícela. Imagine lo que haría y lo que no, las infinitas posibilidades de goce.
Sáquela a pasear en sueños, reproduzca una cena familiar en su mente alguna noche impar cinco minutos antes de ir a dormir.
Dibújela, hágala reír y ría con ella; ámela; procure usar su entorno como confidente, testigo de una derrota anunciada. Tema, tema mucho; hasta temblar con la sola mención de la palabra "confesión".
Conviértala en su musa inspiradora; compóngale música, versos y rimas; cortéjela hasta cansarla; abúrrala de cobardía.
Ahora sólo queda verla sonreír en los brazos de otro hombre. No llore, échele la culpa a la suerte.
VertigoEstaba tan alto tan alto. A un sólo paso de volarVertigo4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Las voces no cesarían en mi cabeza. Rebotaban en mi cráneo con cada probabilidad de dolor, cada golpe, cada rasguño
¡Déjate caer !
Un simple movimiento. Rápido, instintivo, osado.
Salté al vacío.
Entonces grité hasta sentir que se acababa el aire en mis pulmones; hasta encontrar en mi voz el silencio.
Grité hasta callar todas esas voces, hasta que el miedo se desvaneció en pura adrenalina
Era completamente libre
When you grew up, you diedMy eyes burn at the thought of the chewed-up bitterness in your spineWhen you grew up, you died4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the clenched fists that clawed away at your heart.
There was a time when you loved the sun and woke in its rising flame
Whispering secret longings to the wind
Laughing in the sweet release of spinning life.
And now? Oh now I am afraid no one can help you
But I will ask every star I meet, just in case.
PolvoPolvo en mis zapatosPolvo3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
en mi pelo, en mi alma.
Polvo negro que el polvo levanta
que nubla mis ojos y me ciega.
que se atasca en mis arterias,
que se adhiere a mis pestañas...
Polvo en todas partes.
Que combustiona la vida.
de este corazón de concreto,
de este ser despreciable.
¡Y nosotros su sangre!
Inevitable?¿Qué es esta armonía disfuncional que nos funciona,Inevitable?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
que nos queda siempre debiendo horas
y nos conduce, sin tregua, lejos de la realidad?
Calcamos el mismo episodio para contar historias nuevas.
Nada hacemos con nada de esto.
¿Nos volveremos a perder en mi espejo y tu reflejo?
Esta réplica detallada de defectos
que no desfilan en nuestra contra,
sino al revés...
¿Es este otro inevitable tal vez?
Vamos a sucumbir de nuevo ante esta catástrofe organizada.
Con los mismos pasos enumerados,
con personajes nuevos, el mismo drama
y el mismo, gastado teatro de ayer...
Son sólo pequeñas dosis de lucidez;
muy pocas, quizás, para la magnitud del desastre.
Tan pocas, que en un sólo beso, se ahogaría toda la redención...
OcultoMirada perdida,Oculto5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Observa lo que esconde la vida.
Música, canciones de dolor.
Esto ocurre cuando el corazón dice sí,
Y la mente protesta con un no.
¡Escúchate, pequeño frenesí!
Silenciosa y lentamente
Desprende una lágrima,
Llevándose la locura adyacente,
Con ilusiones imaginarias.
Desespero y compasión!
Son sólo vagabundos
Deambulantes en mi razón.
Mente de pocos acuerdos,
Dime cuál es tu secreto,
Dime la razón así
De tu posible sufrimiento.
Y entonces jugaremos,
Otra partida del monólogo,
Y prendidos a él siempre estaremos,
¡Con nuestro inexistente prólogo!
Oculto bajo las cenizas,
Sólo se encuentran las heridas,
De los descaros de la vida,
En un sinfín de pesadillas.
Luna.Como una luna violeta, iridiscente,Luna.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Orlada en perlas, escamas de plata,
Resaltando, alta, bella, ausente,
Absorta en el cielo, tela estrallada.
Zozobras la rodean y ella altiva,
Ondeando sus sayas de nube y escarcha,
Nardos la cubren, brillante, tan viva
Haciendo en la noche su marcha.
En ella veo tu rostro, misterioso,
Rondando en cielo y mente
Invadiéndolo todo, siendo cauteloso,
Dueño de mí, de mi cielo, totalmente...
(Odio no poder serte indiferente...)
Agujeros negrosComo cuesta respirarAgujeros negros4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
cuando se desespera y el oxígeno pareciera escasear.
Como cuesta mantenerse en pie
cuando las rodillas flaquean, cansadas.
Cada paso que doy, resbala
y se van consumiendo poco a poco
mis reservas de voluntad...
El frío penetra los huesos y el alma,
haciéndolos tiritar sin remedio
así como el mismo miedo que hace arder las entrañas.
Camino, apoyándome en la nada de unos cuantos más sueños remendados
y tres cuartos de los restos de un ideal...
No sé si la derrota se refracta en mi cara
y la pérdida en mis pupilas.
No sé si al aire se le acabó la magia
y al silencio mi voz.
¡Que alguien me diga que tengo alas!
¡Que alguien me diga dónde estoy!
ArtificeArtíficeArtifice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has construido éste universo
que no termina detrás de tu mirada.
Con torres firmes, noches claras
y largas filas de ventanas.
Has diseñado, con el roce de tus manos
con escaleras fuertes y puentes amplios
para llevarme a tocar las nubes con los dedos...
Has dibujado pequeñas casas sobre mi piel;
como hileras infinitas de tus besos.
Porque si afuera llueve, amor mío,
en mi alma tú construyes techos...
20 SentimientosPoseo una admiración20 Sentimientos5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
orientado hacia el deseo de muchas personas.
Encierran su soberbia,
mostrando la alegría de todos los días.
Aunque algunas veces sufran la decepción
de esos días de soledad,
en verdad tienen el coraje,
lo que los llena de euforia.
Notable es su optimismo,
uniéndolo con la pasión,
manejando su ira como debe ser,
eliminando la tristeza como ellos saben hacer.
Rara son las veces que sienten odio,
olvidando toda ternura,
viendo solamente con ojos de envidia,
evitando todo tipo de compasión.
Intentan olvidar el rencor
nadando en el lago del amor,
temiendo que algún día
el sentimiento muera por falta de valor.
An Unamed Wonka-Charlie FicletThe dull hum was comforting to him, it was lulling him into total relaxation, his limbs dangling from the arms of the lush chair that he had found himself retiring to earlier that day. Pale lids were sliding over violet eyes, as a sleepy smile crawled on his lips. In truth, it didn't feel like he was going to enter a dream soon, more like he was leaving the one he was already in.An Unamed Wonka-Charlie Ficlet10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Charlie peered into the room, taking in the sight of the rich purple that seemed to grace the whole area. The darkened lavender curtains rose slightly as the winds picked up, a lone piece of paper fluttering to the ground as the draft reached the mahogany desk only a few feet away from the circular window. Bookcases seemed to line the walls filled with books of every shape, size color, and texture that Charlie had ever seen. There was a globe in one corner, a beautiful glass globe that seemed to glitter even in the dim light of the solo lamp, and it it were not for the only other breathing occupant of the
Los monstruos de LuxLos saqué a todos del aquel rincón oscuro debajo de mi cama. Me tomó horas, días, años… segundos.Los monstruos de Lux2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Los ordené en una fila, sin orden alguno. Les quité, de los ojos, el polvo.
Tenían tamaños distintos. Unos grandes, otros diminutos… A la luz no parecían tan temibles.
Algunos tenían nombre. Otros me parecían conocidos. Observé que unos tenían la mirada cansada y vieja… quizás llevaban mucho tiempo debajo de mi cama. Encontré otros que ni sabía que vivían ahí abajo.
Conversé un rato con unos que hace mucho no veía. Les pregunté el nombre a algunos otros.
Les di café y una manta para el frío.
Eran sólo un montón de criaturas asustadas…
De la contrariedadLas expectativas son,De la contrariedad3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
muchas veces, producto del orgullo.
Y cuando estas no se cumplen queda esa desazón...
esa maldita desazón...
Ese perfeccionismo punzante
que se atasca en la garganta;
ese vacío insaciable
que amenaza llenarse con lágrimas;
esa sonrisa agridulce
que desgarra la luz...
Quizás es sólo la desesperación de la impotencia:
El simple terror al terror
de perder el control.
O quizás es sólo la inconformidad
de una victoria a medias.
Nada inminentemente mortal;
probablemente, sólo una patética tragedia.
Una cortada pequeña que arde
y sólo arde por el mero hecho de molestar.
Esperar perder la manía de esperar.
¿Acaso no es esa otra expectativa?
Que por ende, lleva a la desazón...
la maldita desazón...
God and (in)justice(Gabriel is reading the newspaper, when he suddenly hears God getting angry about something again)God and (in)justice3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Yahweh: Oh no they didn't!
Gabriel: What's wrong lord?
Yahweh: John Marko just cheated on his girlfriend Janet with her friend Gale!
Gabriel: I see.
Yahweh: I'M GOING TO PUNISH THE SHIT OUT OF HIM!!!!
Gabriel: Just calm down lord! There's no need for punishment. That night, John and Gale got drunk, and they made love together. The next morning, they both regretted doing it, because they both knew the consequences this would have. The next day, John and Gale got the courage to tell Janet about it. Of course Janet was furious at them, but they eventually managed to convince her that it was all just a drunk mistake, and they were both very sorry about it. John promised Janet that it would never happen again, and that he seriously regretted what happened. Eventually, Janet accepted their apology, and they seem to have worked it all out. So why are you still you mad?
Yahweh: Because he cheated
Because of the Guardians - POEMBecause of St.North,Because of the Guardians - POEM3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love Christmas even more.
With candy canes, presents and magic galore.
Because of the Tooth Fairy,
I love brushing my teeth,
I rinse, I repeat and floss underneath.
Because of Bunnymund,
Easter is great,
Colourful eggs and on a wonderful date.
Because of the Sandman,
My dreams are so dear,
I fly so high with the moon so near.
Because of Jack Frost,
Winter is a breeze,
Snow on the ground and no leaves on the trees.
Because of Pitch,
The Nightmare King,
I'm absolutely scared of nearly everything.
Because of the Guardians,
From New Years to Christmas Eve,
Even though I get older,
I still believe.
Senseless"Unbelievable…" Gwen snapped slamming the door to her apartment shut and tossing her keys onto the kitchen counter. "Not enough experience my ass… the only reason the bimbo got the job was 'cause every time she walked her tits slapped her chin." The red-headed woman snarled throwing her high heels into a basket next to the door that also contained a pair of tennis shoes and flip-flops. Huffing angrily Gwen moved towards the living room window, taking her hair out of the bun and running her fingers through the locks absently. My apartment may be small but at least I get a decent view… She mused watching the beginning of the sunset dying the sky pink and orange. "Ugh. Oh well… I still have that interview on Tuesday… and even if I don't get the job I make enough money from tutoring to pay rent…" Her voice trailed off as she flopped down onto her lumpy, second hand couch and took her pantyhose off.Senseless8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Un?" Gwen's eyes widened in terror as she looked at the r
American AtheistLife is less than comfortable for the atheist.American Atheist10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The unsaved, the unforgivable.
In America, you never walk alone, no
There's the weight of the big "G" you got to drag along with you.
Try to shake it off and it's like abandoning your little brother.
You mean you'd just leave him like that?
'Scuse me folks, but I think God can take care of himself.
My parents were born in one nation under God and so was I
Until I peeked out from the pew and saw
Look at these! God doesn't have piano fingers
Pink flamenco nail polish.
God doesn't ride a bike with the summer pushing back
Flower resistant on his face.
He's got the whole world in his hands, but last I checked
He wasn't using it.
So I said goodbye to the man who made me sad at Easter
And defined "sin" as a mistake and went on my way.
Problem is, communion stain is hard to keep out of virgin white blouses
Especially when even the cars splash it on you.
THOU SHALT NOT is chiseled in stone everywhere there is a stone
And when I'
.:Risk:.:KakaSaku:. Chapter 3.:Risk:.:KakaSaku:. Chapter 38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The next morning, I woke to the sound of my mom screaming my name. I jumped out of my bed and bolted down the stairs to my mother who was once again, in the kitchen.
"What's wrong!? Are you okay!?" I asked loudly as my heart pounded just as loud.
"Ah! There you are sweetie!" My mom said cheerfully with a smile.
"What the heck?! Mom!!! I thought you were in trouble!"
"What on earth made you think that?"
"Oh I don't know…How about the fact that you were screaming my name like a banshee?!"
"Oh I wasn't screaming that loud. Anyways, someone is here to see you."
"Ohayo, Sakura," a man said from behind me.
I froze, not wanting to turn around. 'No…I have a visitor, and it's a man? Ugh… All I'm wearing is my panties and a sleeveless shirt. This is so embarrassing! It better not be anyone I know…'
Turning around and looking up, my eyes met Kakashi's. My eyes widened slightly as I became even more aware that I was only wear underwear and a shirt that was rather tight on me.
"Ohayo!" I rep
Why atheists shouldn't fear religion's argumentsSo a bit of an unique topic this time around. It is widely believed that religion cannot be argued against. This is not true. In fact I would encourage all attempts at doing so. However it is true that you cannot win an argument. This often discourages atheists from arguing their position, however I think you shouldn't be distraught at all. After all you have the upper hand.Why atheists shouldn't fear religion's arguments3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
First of all, I won't even claim God does not to exist as the argument for why we have the upper hand, although I do believe it to be true based on the fact that it has no real point in the universe as indicated by the advances in science. I cannot prove this because all of the universe's secrets haven't been revealed and they probably won't be. This is a classic Devil's proof, ironically enough. However this does not stop me from engaging in arguments about religion? You know why? Because the stuff I base my views on - science CANNOT be disproven, since it is made up from facts.
Any religion tends to have definite
The Kind of Little BoyThat was it. She could hear it in Teatime's voice. There was a touch of vibrato that hadn't been there before.The Kind of Little Boy9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"The kind of little boy," she said, watching his face, "who looks up dolls' dresses..."
--Hogfather, pg 382
The other children didn't often play with Jonathan.
It generally didn't bother him; there were so many thoughts and places and things to think about and learn about and put together and pull apart that sometimes he thought that adding other children into the mix would make his head explode. He was excitable and energetic, and the more he danced about and giggled to himself, the less inclined the others seemed to play with him, and the more time he spent doing those things alone. It was enough to make him rather downcast, sometimes.
(He settled on the word 'downcast' fairly early, because when he felt like that he noticed his mouth and eyebrows tended to move lower down. It was a word that made sense; no silly associations.)
When some of the ol
One Minute Star WarsOne Minute Star Wars10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One Minute Star Wars
by Gagan Gupta
Quigon Jin: You will be a Jedi
Anakin: Whee I'm gonna be a Jedi
Obi Wan: You will be a Jedi
Anakin: Am I a Jedi yet?
Obi Wan: No
Anakin: Dammit when will I be a Jedi?
Obi Wan: Soon
Anakin: Fuck You I'm going to the Dark Side
Obi Wan: You will be a Jedi
Luke: Whee I'm gonna be a Jedi
Yoda: Jedi, you will be
Luke: Am I Jedi yet?
Vader: I am your father
Luke: Dammit when will I be a Jedi?
Yoda: After you kill daddy
Luke: Aww Mannn...and Leia's my sister??
Ash and Misty Part15 TheNewsAsh and Misty Part15 TheNews8 years ago in General More Like This
Ash and Misty Part 15 The
"What?!" Misty asked sounding astoished.
"That's right. You leg is broken and it will take 12 days to heal." Doc. said. (That is not how long it would take in real life but it will in this story.)
The doctor put the cast on Misty's leg. He took Misty to the waiting room where Ash was pacing back and forth.
"Ash, Misty's leg is broken so she will have to be under watch of her family or friends. And, she can't go to the Pokemon Gym to work for 12 days, untill it heals." The doctor told Ash, helping Misty get to him.
"Okay." Ash said, walking over to her and the doctor. He took Misty from him and she put her arm around his neck trying to balance herself. The doctor went up to the front desk and told her the reqirements. The front desk keeper wrote it down as the doctor left. She gave the note to Ash, told him what was on it, and gave them