UnderwearI have every interest in seeing your underwear, and that tells me more than I need to know.Underwear4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Las medias de pielEl joven lunes amaneció entre sorpresas. Lo de aquella chica sólo fue una noche. Pero como no había sido su intención, todo lo sucedido estaba por encima de su campo de visión. El sábado hubo un disturbio en su cabeza, una clara laguna de psicosis placentera. No había más que mirarle a los ojos para convencerse de que lo sucedido había trascendido más allá de sus sentimientos. Se encontraba sucio y pegajoso. El espejo mostraba un cuerpo sin rostro, con las uñas negras, el pelo enredado, la sangre haciendo autostop para librarse de aquel cuerpo, pequeñas manchas de aceite en los ojos. A* lo había llevado de la mano hasta su cama. Él, perdido y desorientado, quería retroceder al lugar donde se encontraba su antigua identidad. Pero una fuerza que aún hoy no sabría describir le prometía una gran noche. Mientras ella procuraba abrir la puerta de su casa lo beso con pasión y descaro. Él aLas medias de piel2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
CartasDurmiendo en mi encierro de veinte días en aquella sala oscura me encontraba. No veía la luz del dia, me guiaba por mis ciclos de sueño. La comida la guardaba en una pequeña bandeja.Cartas2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
¿Cambiaría mi encierro algun dia? ¿O tendría al menos una forma de entretenerme en mi aburrimiento?
Oyendo mis súplicas y plegarias, Dido entró por la pequeña puerta de metal que me aislaba del exterior. Con su enigmática mirada, susurró:
- Ven, Kil. Vamos a jugar.
Tras bajar varias escaleras, yo por delante, ella por detrás, llegamos a lo que parecía era nuestro destino.
Era una mesa oscura en una sala roja. En la mesa una baraja de cartas, y dos sillas, una a cada lado. En resto de la habitación era impoluta, vacía, y la puerta por donde había entrado desapareció tan pronto como ella se puso delante de mí.
- Siéntate y barajea.
Empecé a barajar con la cabeza baja y cuando la alcé para repart
kolaborasi dua arahANIS ANNISA MARYAMkolaborasi dua arah6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Selamat pagi, saya gumamkan itu,
Entah pada siapa,
(mungkin pada seberkas sinar yang menyelusup lewat jendela)
Dan saya menggeliat,
Reaksi dilematis antara tidur dan bangun
Pikiran sudah mengelana kemana mana
Tubuh masih ingin berbaring lama lama
saya masih ada di tepi sungai seine,
saat saya membasuh tubuh pucat telanjang saya
saya sedang menyusuri the great wall
saat bangunan kelabu berlumut meneriakkan realita
saya sedang di puncak everest,
memandang gemerlapnya taj mahal,
menyentuh batuan kasar piramida,
dan semua yang mereka bilang dunia nyata,
tidak lebih dari sebuah paradoks transparan
Sekarang, tubuh saya disini, duduk di atas kursi coklat
(mungkin sekarang pikiran saya sudah di luar angkasa)
Ada yang mau membawa saya kembali ke dunia nyata?
EKKY ZAINUDDIN AFFANDI
Gumam sang surya meneriakkan dia datang
Sosialisasi paradigma dengan sketsa yang terhambur
Kesetiaan daratan menunggu turunnya huj
A Letter to MeDear Me,A Letter to Me3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I know sometimes the days seem long and the nights even longer. I know there are times you would hide from the world. You feel the weight on your shoulders, and see the accusing glares.
I'm here to tell you that it does get better. The sun does shine through the worst of our depression. It's there when you're ready to reach out and grab onto the ribbon of laughter.
Don't worry about those flashbacks, honey. There was a time when you had to deal with it alone, but that isn't the case anymore. No matter where it takes you, when you come back, you'll always have a strong person who loves you for who you are...imperfections and all. He doesn't care that you check out for chunks of time and can't always explain or even know it happened. He loves you and will watch over you while you're gone.
Don't fret about the past. Don't fret about the future. You can keep on living. Everything is going to be okay now. Not everyone may understand, and hell, some may look down on you for it, but
Tell Me What My Problem IsGo on, tell me what my problem is.Tell Me What My Problem Is2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Tell me I'm a freak.
Tell me I'm different.
Tell me I'm an outcast.
Go ahead. Speak up. Are you scared?
Scared to tell me what you believe is true?
Tell me what you piece together from rumors and lies. That's right.
I remember now. All the way back in seventh grade.
When I was diluted enough to be caught up in your web of lies. I remember that you had just as many problems as I did. Am I kidding myself?!
You had more.
Before you even knew me!
After you stopped knowing me.
After you started claiming no affiliation with me.
Before you would glance at me across the crowded, noisy cafeteria every spare second you got. Hoping, wishing I would accept you back into my arms.
So go on and tell me what my problem is!
Tell me! I'm waiting. And I'm ready.
Now I'm stronger. I can take anything you throw at me.
Now I'm better. Now I know your lies. And I can pick them apart.
And throw them back at you, word by word.
So tell me! Tell me what my problem is!
I can tak
A Letter To Little MeA Letter To Little Me1 year ago in Letters More Like This
Dear Little Me,
Today I read a letter you wrote to me so I thought I'd return the favor. I know that you can't wait to grow up. That you think that everything will get better as you age and that nothing can stop you.
That's only mostly correct. At the age of five, you've been through so much little girl. I know you're really scared of everything. Afraid to cry. Afraid to trust. Afraid to share how hurt you are. You fool everyone so well but believe me when I say this: You don't want to be that person. Open up. Share. Cry. Be happy.
So much weight is on your shoulders at such a young age and it's not fair. It makes you strong though. Keep pushing on but don't force yourself to do it alone.
It seems like you don't have any friends. That you're all too easily forgotten during school. It sucks but karma's got you and when you go to college you meet the most amazing group of people in the entire world. Not to mention your friends from Art Camp 2009.
No matter what your father says, yo
Yugioh 10th Anniversary part 1Yugioh 10th Anniversary part 14 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It is late at night, and Yusei Fudo is unable to sleep. He senses a great disturbance- including a strong feeling of the same thing from his own deck. He could feel an icy chill brush against his skin, he grabs his coat and immediately starts to follow his instincts... which intuitively making him head towards a mysterious part of Domino city.
It had been a while since Yusei went out. All the security had been quite a nuisance for him and his friends. He overheard a rumor from Tetsu Ushio that the security guards would be focusing on a raid towards the outskirts of Domino City- which would give him the perfect opportunity to go out. It was incredibly silent. Too silent. Only the wind could be heard. No sirens. Nothing. This began to worry Yusei. After five minutes of walking. Still nothing and no-one. Yusei finds a trash can and deliberately kicks it hard. He hides. Waiting for someone, anyone to investigate. Still nothing.
"AAAAAAH!" a voice cries. Yusei heads towards the v
On my very own personality - a dogmaOn my very own personality: a dogmaOn my very own personality - a dogma2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Some think my rather infamous comment that I wear decent blouses doesn't say enough about my personality, just about what I wear. To state quite frankly and somewhat rude, they're just plain wrong. A poet should learn how to dress well and how to smell fine. I saw the greatest minds of my generation thinking they're Jack Kerouac instead of J.K. Huysmans, walking around shabby and untended. One cannot simply choose to do not shave, for beards should be taken care of. As well with a good face, you should smell fine. Do take a bath each day. If you have a shower, take a shower, though a bath is much preferred. Speak in sentences that have a main clause, maybe two combined with a conjunction, and use at least two subordinate clauses. Many people write like this, but it has the biggest effect when you speak like this. Quote poets and other witty thinkers, but don't let know you've quoted. Talent steals, genius borrows. Do not use pomade, but a co
Chekhov's gunChekhov's gunChekhov's gun3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A short story
That's how the unreasonable man and I am talking. He first, then I. Just as it ever was, or maybe with silence as an extra Leitmotiv.
At a certain moment, he's searching his bag.
"You know Chekhov's gun?"
My answer is negative.
"Chekhov says: if you put a gun on the table in the first act, it has to fire in the next one."
He's putting something on the table. It's no gun.
"Love letters. Yours. Those with the poems in it too."
And he puts his lighter on the table. He doesn't smoke.
"And the pistol fires?"
"The next act."
We carry on. He talks, I talk, we drop silences sometime. We are like stage-actors. Actors with Chekhovs gun on the table.
"This is the third act."
When he takes the first letter and lets the lighter click, I'm putting my hand on his. The one without the lighter.
"Where do you want to leave the ash?"
There's a puzzled look in his eyes.
"Where was the ashtray in the previous act?"
Een kort verhaal
for you.If you;for you.3 years ago in Letters More Like This
have ever been l o s t, damaged, (heart)broken, vulnerable, unloved, unwanted, unneeded.
have ever lay on the cold ground and let the solid surface dig into your skull, graze your ankles and induce sh-shivers to see if you still
r e a l l y feel.
have ever stood in the heavy, pouring rain hoping that as it soaks you to the bone and cleanses your pores, maybe it will wash away everything about you too, giving you a fresh start.
have ever slipped under the duvet, swallowed the lump in your throat and squeezed your eyes shut praying that once you drift into your deep slumber, you will never wake up.
This is for you.
Each moment fades like days fade to nights fade to dreams fade to mornings fade to something fade to nothing and in the end it becomes hard. It becomes desolate. You're isolated and you're just stranded. You're trapped on a raft with no direction to sail, because each route is blocked by the viole
Gorgon Syndrome Be the shadow of the sundial; the narrow valley on the stone.Gorgon Syndrome1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That is what they use to say to the contracted. That is what they had said to me and marked me and sent me to the gardens peopled by the solitude of statues. Statues that take the form of men and women and children in various stages of unrest. Some are seated between their hands stony newspapers. Some meditate in the pools of the fountain and stare into clear rippling water as if these events held some portents.
Others merely stood in the field, their heads tilted toward the sky and whether in these moments they were captured staring into the sun or the rain or perhaps the moon they all looked longing and uncertain. Their shadows wavering like a child's pinwheel; in motion but without motion. Stagnant, contained in the mercy of the hand that holds them.
I wait in the quiet morning.
A cool, white mist across the entropic sanctuary of statues or prison or graveyard. Alone, I fear the sight of the ones that had become st
DaddyIf I could just have one more moment to look you in the eyes again; to hold you in my arms and feel your heart beat just like it used to, just as true as the life you breathed inside of me. If you could just see me now, as an adult, and what I've accomplished so far in my life. If you could face me without holding back tears of pain or sorrow .Daddy2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I would sob. I would cry until my eyes swell shut. Out of happiness that you returned to see your little girl grow up and graduate high school, and that your years of excruciating anguish were just a nightmare. I would be able to see you smile again smile at my accomplishments, my path, my future. I would gasp for air myself, just to tell you how much I missed everything about you... my hero.
But, fate is too cruel
You'll never be able to meet the wonderful man that my heart has bonded with. You'll never get the chance to see me take hold of any diploma You'll never walk me down the aisle; and keep me from falling down in
Intergalactic Foreign Exchange StudentIntergalactic Foreign Exchange StudentIntergalactic Foreign Exchange Student2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Okay ssalc, today we are going to learn about the human race," Miss Sing stated in a sing song live voice. This topic was one of Miss Sing's favorite to teach. All the pointless wars and the differences between races, what was there not to love?
Miss Sing smiled at her ssalc, "Does anyone know anything about the human race?" Her eyes scanned the class. "No tentacle, no wings, no hands. No one knows anything about the humans?" Her face fell a bit. This ssalc wasn't as enthusiastic as she wanted them to be. Miss Sing turned to the draob and picked up an eraser to begin to start the nossel but then she heard it. It was tiny, very tiny. But she heard it none the less. From the back of the room a very small student sighed very softly, but in such away that Miss Sing knew that the student knew something about humans.
She flipped one of her heads around to the noise, "I heard that sigh! Who made it? What do you know?" Her razor sharp eyesight saw the ti
thingswhen things go bad. its not fun. you feel out in the cold. like theres no-one to help you, rather like you're falling and cannot do anything, even worse, theres no-one to help you. no rope, no net to catch you. just helpless falling. its worse though, when you can see someone else falling away, away fron you, and you cannot help them. you cant put out a net. its either not possible or you just have to leave them too it. thats the worst. i hate leaving people to fall to their death. and all you can do is watch. just watch them fall, away, away.things10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Euryale In the mirror, Euryale saw the armed man burst into her bathroom. She continued brushing her teeth, trying to dislodge a defiant sprig of broccoli. These two unwanted guests were on equal footing in her opinion.Euryale5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“I have come to slay you, foul Medusa!”
That comment hurt. Euryale spat into the sink and set down the toothbrush. She still did not look at her intruder although her hair turned to confront him.
“Medusa was my little sister,” she said, causing a mix of runny toothpaste and saliva to dribble down her chin. “Whom, I might add, I am still mourning. Even after a few thousand years, it still hasn’t gotten easier.”
“Wait a minute; you’re looking in the mirror. Shouldn’t you turn to stone?”
Euryale’s shoulders slumped and she rolled her indigo eyes. Could he really be so ignorant? He even tried to hide a hand mirror behind h
What are We Doing in this Garden?It had been quite a while since Jenny had been turned into a statue. Ever since that fateful day of jogging in the park, Jenny just stood there as a motionless figure in the young gorgon’s garden. Jenny had grown to accept her fate, and many more flowers had been added to the garden since the day she was turned to stone. She also became quite fond of Gretta, the now six year old gorgon who transformed her. Gretta took very good care of her garden and Jenny, and Jenny enjoyed seeing Gretta happily work so hard at it. Still, Jenny did feel pretty lonely from time to time.What are We Doing in this Garden?5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
One day, Gretta and her mother went to the beach, and they returned with a new statue that was placed in Gretta’s garden. The statue was of a young girl, about sixteen years old, who had been turned to stone in her swimsuit.
“Looks like I’m not the only one stuck i
Write Your Own Best-Selling TeWrite Your Own Best-Selling Te5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Write Your Own Best-Selling Teen Vampire Romance
The teen vampire romance has blown up in the past few years and now everyone is doing it, even creating a genre of its own. It's been so well received because it titillates the minds of girls in their early teens, who find pornography taboo and prefer a better outlet for their repressed desires. Should you play the feminist and say this is a problem for young women? Or course not! Instead, jump on the band wagon and make a lot of bucks in your own right. Learn how to make a best-selling teen vampire romance with this easy ten-step program!
1. Defy realism. This is supposed to be a fantasy. Forget the fact that being place in the real would make things more relatable for the audience. The most important thing to consider when defying reality is being bitten in the jugular (which has a strong blood supply), doesn't necessarily mean death. Will getting bitten ravenously cause dislocation of shoulders or spines? No! Will there be need for an
SafeAnd I'm here to staySafe7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nothing can separate us
And I know I'm ok
You cradle me gently
Wrapped in your arms
~Wrapped up in your Arms, Flireflight
July 25, 1998
Jill Valentine's Apartment
Raccoon City, USA
The door slamming echoed in the quiet room as Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine entered the apartment. They got just back from the Raccoon City Hospital, doing dozens of blood tests and checkups. Immediately after walking into the room, they crashed on the couch, exhausted.
"I can't believe any of that just happened," Jill muttered, sadness in her voice.
Chris sighed, "Neither can I."
The night before, the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team went looking for their comrades from Bravo Team after losing contact with them. They fled into a mansion, discovered countless monsters and zombies, and found out the truth about the Umbrella Corporation and their captain, Albert Wesker.
Wesker... That name brought anger to Chris. Becau
Vampire Fun Ch1The vampire looked out at the gyrating bodies, the resounding beat pounding in his ears, he searched for his next treat. The Vampire stood in shadow, his dark clothes blending in; he was wearing tight black, jeans, black boots, a fitted black Tee, and a black long sleeve shirt over top. His messy black hair gleaming in the flashing lights, and his green eyes flashing through the darkness, the tall vampire observed the crowd. Suddenly he caught a flash of white in the corner of his eye, he turned and grinned, revealing long, white, fangs. A beautiful, young girl was dancing in the middle of the crowd, she had shiny, black hair, a small, lightly muscled body, and the vampire noted breast that was meant for squeezing. The vampire was gripped by a powerful emotion, one he had not felt in a long time, he truly wanted the girl, more then anything he had wanted in centuries.Vampire Fun Ch18 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He began to make his way through the crowd, the humans moving out of his way, he came up behind the girl and lightly pl
The Change Part One He let out a chuckle, excitement twinkling in his crystal, blue eyes. His prey tonight had fight, which only boosted the pleasure when he finally sunk his fangs in. He finally gave chase to the young girl, easily running through the trees. The moonlight shone bright that night, allowing for perfect sight. Not that he needed it, for he had perfect sight, be it day or night. He felt the energy course through his body, a smirk curving the edges of his lips.The Change Part One1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
As he reached the edge wall of the city Braekon, he found his prey looking around as she tried to think a way out. But pity for her, one side held the wall around the castle and the other the river of Gyrath. He slowly strode over to her, enjoying every second he could witness her terror. Her big, green eyes, twin emeralds, stared upon him in utter fear. Even the tremble of her body brought to him a sliver of joy. He found himself only feet away from her, she tried to step back. But, she only found herself with her back p
Aletheia - the Story of an Elf and a HumanShe would not have been called a great beauty by the sages of old, but with the wind swirling her long black hair around her face, and the light through the fall leaves turning her chocolate brown eyes almost amber, she was breathtaking to Aitia. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she saw his home in the deep forest for the first time. This was one of his favorite memories, and though in the dream its basis in reality was blurred, its colors and emotions were heightened and more potent. He had always woken up with a smile on his face but not this time.Aletheia - the Story of an Elf and a Human1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
This time he awoke to the touch of his servant's hand on his arm. "Master, please wake up." He spoke in the lowest of murmurs. Even their horses' ears didn't catch the sound. Aitia got up immediately and mounted his waiting stallion, motioning for his servant to do the same and follow him back onto the winding trail. They had been pursuing Alethei
How To Survive A Vampire Movie (Part One)How to Survive a Vampire Movie (Part One)How To Survive A Vampire Movie (Part One)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So you are the typical (teen/young adult/adult) going through your life when you notice a certain change in in your everyday life. Maybe a new and nice family has moved into your neighborhood and from the looks of them, they don't get enough sun. Or the dashing yet sinister fellow (or lady) who is engaged to your best friend or sister (or brother) looks at his/her neck a bit too much. In fact, they seem to really like the neck of your loved one. And your best friend or sibling randomly has started to become ill and is starting to talk about strange dreams that they have been having, and you notice two puncture marks on their neck...
Your life has just been transformed into a vampire movie...
Now, the basics...
Vampires in both old fashioned lore and in the current media are the original monster that has become less scary and more popular and attractive in modern day. However, you should be no less cautious when near a real one as the