Mary Sue Chain Letter of DOOMyThis is not a joke! Carry on reading or you will laugh, even if you only looked at the word warning!Mary Sue Chain Letter of DOOMy4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
ONCE THERE WAS A LITTLE GIRL CALLED MARY SUE. SHE WAS EIGHTEEN AND A HALF YEARS OLD AND SHE LIVED IN A MENTAL HOSPITAL, BECAUSE SHE THOUGHT SHE WAS PERFECT IN EVERY WORLD AND UNIVERSE AND TIME THAT EXISTED.
SHE GOT SO BAD THE STAFF STARTED TO KILL THEMSELVES SO THEY WOULDN'T HAVE TO DEAL WITH HER. THE GOVERNMENT DECIDED THAT THE BEST IDEA WAS TO GET RID OF HER, SO THEY SET UP A SPECIAL ROOM TO KILL HER IN, AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE. BUT IT WENT WRONG. SO TERRIBLY WRONG.
IT TOOK HER HOURS--NO, WAIT, IT TOOK HER DAYS AND WEEKS AND MONTHS AND YEARS TO DIE, DURING WHICH SHE MADE EVERYONE WISH THEY WERE BLIND, DEAF, AND DUMB BY RECALLING HER SO-CALLED ADVENTURES FOR EVERYONE TO HEAR. FINALLY, SOMEONE JUST GOT A DAMN GUN AND STABBED HER TO DEATH WITH IT.
NOW EVERY TIME YOU READ A FANFICTION, SHE RETURNS TO HAUNT THE PERSON THAT READS THIS LETTER. AND EVEN THOSE THAT DON'T. SO YOU ARE SCREWED NO
RQ: Dr. Morty and Dr. ShadowThere was a cold, dark room where the only light was that of a solitary light in the middle of the room, used for medical purposes. Scents of sterilizer and the sound of a high pitched drilling noise filled the air.RQ: Dr. Morty and Dr. Shadow6 years ago in Horror More Like This
"You should be taking better care of your teeth, doctor" Dr. Shadow said as the drill dug further into Eggman's tooth. "ARRRGGHHH!!! ARRRR!!!! AAHHHH!!!" Eggman screamed in pain, because as one knows, Dr. Shadow almost never uses painkillers during his procedures.
The fat doctor was clamped to the chair, though a rope was tied around his gut, as his belly was too large for the clamp to fit around. A device was in his mouth, to make sure it would stay open as Dr. Shadow worked on his teeth.
About an hour or so into the procedure, a knock came on the sadistic dentist's door. "I'm busy! Go away!" Dr. Shadow said as he continued his drilling. "It's me" came a familiar voice, and Dr. Shadow stopped drilling Eggman's tooth and looked up. He put the drill on the nearby tray and we
the speaking of hipshis vertebrae clickthe speaking of hips3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
with mine, a slow symphony
and i am alive.
Special RelationshipWe fit together so wellSpecial Relationship4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I wonder if people can tell
That we're a couple
When they see us together
We don't hold hands
Or kiss each other on the lips
You restrain yourself when we're in public
From putting your hands upon my hips
I wonder if it shows
When I look into your eyes
Or when we're sitting in the food court
Sharing a basket of fries
You never say "I love you"
And I never say it back
But we cast those subtle glances
That all the "normal" couples lack
Born this wayBorn this way4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Baby I was born this way
If you can't accept it then I don't need you
There are others who accept me for who I am
You see me with my other friends there smiling?
Their the part that's important to me the accept me and support me
Me being the way I am shouldn't change the fact that you where and are my friend
Lady gaga taught me that there's nothing wrong with being who I am
I feel her love for the GLBTQP community
She taught me to not be afraid and that's why I love her
If you don't think I should be allowed to be who I am you're not important
I am transgendered please accept that
But to tell you the truth I don't think you will be able to
No matter what you say to me can tear my world apart
Because I know it gets better
Does it freak you out that I like both male and female?
Does it scare you that I actually don't care what gender someone is and will just date them for who they are?
Do you think I have a choice in how I feel inside or who I like?
Do you know how badly it kills me insi
The Sum of InfinityI don't know if I'll ever tell my children about you.The Sum of Infinity8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
(I don't know if I'll even have descendants.)
A family was never on my to-do list,
until you came along.
You made me wonder if I wanted kids, just so I could say to them
"You know, the day your dad and I met…"
because I thought we could last forever,
and I'm still not sure if we have.
Our friendship endures, even as I fall asleep
picturing her arms around you,
and I wonder if you'll ever come back to me
but spend every day noticing the reasons I'm glad you left
and hoping you'll return.
Never intending to fall in love,
we were an item
before you knew my name.
She reclaimed you,
you still belong to me
by virtue of the ampersand connecting our names
in the mind of every person
who watched us walk,
tall & short,
monochrome & kaleidoscope,
yin & yang,
through the winding, leaf-littered pathways
that are our life.
CH App- Adrian BriandCH App- Adrian Briand4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
a. Adrian has long scarlet hair that ends at his neck (almost shoulder length) with bangs that shields his crimson eyes more than half the time. He has a black skull eye-patch made with silk-like material that is in the shape of a triangle on his left eye, ending at his chin. He has a four centimeter scar across his left forearm from when he was a six-year-old boy. His attire consists of a tattered black shirt that's ripped at the edges of the 'sleeves', black ripped cargoes as pants, and accessories like a black armlet at his right forearm and black choker (with a white spade hanging at the left side). His shoes are black combat boots that cover half his lower legs.
Note: Check Artist's Comment at the very top for visuals in both his European outfit and Edo outfit.
b. I loves outsiders. Why? Because they know nothing of the world. That way it's easier to steal from them or manipulate them into doing things for me -insert low chuckle-. However, if they get in my way, I tend to w
SuicidalSuicidal11 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Just let me die,
because it's easier than living,
just let me slip away,
because life is less forgiving.
Don't try to console me,
because I already left you,
don't try to change my mind,
because I warned you, you knew.
Stop the finger pointing,
because you're the reason I tried,
stop throwing around the blame,
because you encouraged my suicide.
Leave me alone,
because you only bring pain,
leave my life,
because it's for my gain.
I'm sick of you pretending,
because I know you coudln't care less,
I'm sick of you hating me,
because you created your own mess.
Forget the apologies,
because they weren't sincere,
forget the excuses,
because they aren't even near,
compensating for the pain you instigated,
compensating for the monster you've created,
compensating for all the lies that've faded,
into the backround, the tears that cascaded,
down my face as I realized,
that you weren't my friend,
you were just trying to use me again.
51. SportIt's not an easy one.51. Sport4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not exactly the safest either-
I could die at any moment.
I don't have players on a team,
I have one other partner.
I don't practice 5 hours a week,
I practice 3 hours a day every day.
My sport isn't for the faint of heart.
You're going to be thrown off,
And stepped on.
My sport is full of broken bones,
My sport is the feeling of flight,
My sport takes years to perfect,
My sport takes every ounce of your body,
Most sports are alike.
But mine is . . .
A bit more difficult.
You can't die within seconds,
Kicking a ball around.
By running around on a field.
By swinging around on a pole.
I have respect for other sports,
And those who play them.
ocean lungsyou weigh something like gravityocean lungs2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in my tired expanse. you are
(my once splendid mountain)
my love is the ocean
that has worn you down.
with my monstrous tongue,
i pulled you in.
as you fall,
sweeping peacefully into the depths
and filling each crevice,
i am learning to inhale shores.
some would say i'm suffocating
and bring me buckets of air (only to have it
escape my slippery grip).
no, the tides need something heavy
to make of her
Hopeless to HopeHopeless..Hopeless to Hope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Completely hopeless that's all I am
I keep wishing on rainbows that I'll understand
Why I keep replaying the words in my head
Over and over again.. Wish it were dead
Crusade of the heart? I don't believe
Why do I keep coming back to that day
Everything changed.. It won't go away
I try to focus on anything else
Throwing myself into something
And yet, I believe in nothing
One last refrain
I'm still full of pain
Playing over and over again
Maybe I should change the tape?
Or find something else...
Not sure I know how
What's lost is gone forever
There's no turning back from never
Someday it should fade
I'm sure it won't always hurt
When you fall down just clean off the dirt
Right? That's what you taught me..
I'll drink this toast to you
May you find good luck in what you do
HopelessMy life is of pain and sorrowHopeless11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Exept hopeless signs of no tommorow
My corner is my little world
Wanting answers, getting none
My life is unraveling..becoming undone
My cage of hate
These bars of pain
My hopeless dreams
This closet in which i hide
I hide the things no one wishes to see
To see, to see the true side of me
Wanting it all to be out
But this icey heart is filled with doubt
Why must i be so strange?
Life wasnt meant to be this way
My beliefs are going down the drain
And tell me, tell me, what have i gained
Creating a CharacterSo you want to Create a Character?Creating a Character5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
It's best to start with the basics.
Remember, it's perfectly okay to change your characters' names as you write your story. A character's name could be as simple as a common name, such as Max Reuben, or could be as elaborate as Cecelia Jane Vivian Lily Iris Alexis Thompson. But remember, you want to have a name for your character that can be used conversationally. Max and other monosyllabic names are great, but for you more creative types, just make sure your character can have a nickname, or will just go by one of his or her many names.
Another thing to remember is that, as a writer, your goal is to please at least one person besides yourself. And you're audience isn't stupid. Don't just name a compassionate person a foreign word meaning pacifist or love. It's rather obvious. Same rules apply when you have character types with stereotypical names tacked on, such as a brutish guy named Butch.
Be Creative, but not blunt with the ch
list for ninth october1) your lover is dead andlist for ninth october4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you burn the eggs. grease
streaks the stove. you
sit, stand, switch off
the burner. sit.
the birds chirp. sit.
2) your lover is dead and
the birds are hungry:
the blue-jay funereal
sick ocean grey.
you shore yourself
against the bare mattress,
empty mason jars, your
mother's phone calls,
by desk receptionists.
the author's name
dwarfs the title,
that means it's good.
that means it's popular.
you spill tea
and soak its pages
and sit. sit.
3) your lover is dead and
the tea is cold.
the leaves have settled
in rorschach patterns.
the tea is hot:
when it's poured.
when you walk away.
you open your mouth.
4) your lover is dead and
you can learn no more
languages. dust sheaves
on books, in sunroom-motes.
half-eight, you feed the cat.
she scratches the door.
you say nothing:
5) your lover is dead and
you've fallen asleep.
your lover is dead and
6) you know that mockingbird don't sing
we never had no diamond rings
Welcome to Internet UniversityAs sunlight begins creeping over the dorms of Internet University, massive waves of students begin their daily routines, with IMing and long cafeteria load times abound. We join a scene in the bedroom of notable info-maniac personality Twitter as his roommate Facebook attempts to get him out of bedWelcome to Internet University6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Facebook: "Twitter! Come on get up!"
Twitter: "I'm getting up! Stop poking me!"
Facebook: "Well hurry up! I could write four notes by the time you get ready"
Twitter: "Okay, I'm up. Now I'm putting on my sock"
Facebook: "I don't need the play by play, Tweet"
Twitter: "Dang, I can't find a good shirt. I'm now searching my closet. Im still looking"
Facebook: "Seriously, man. So unnecessary"
Twitter: "Kinda like that layout change I caught you formatting last week."
Facebook: "Shut it! Myspace is comin' in"
Myspace: "H3y GuYs! I 4m t3h c00lz!"
Twitter: "I am confused. I am hoping FB understands what Myspace said"
Facebook: "Myspace, bro, I asked you not to do that"
I Took To Howling With YouI was shy at first, timid in my dealings,I Took To Howling With You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I laced the trap against my throat,
sang sparing, tip-toed
around your poems.
The tone, the slow vibrating
from the shoots of my shoulders
to the gleam of polished talons,
it purred around inside me.
Oh the song, Coyote,
the same resigned call, it
paled before you, swallowed down its insides,
I took your little hand in my big hand,
flew out towards Crow, and for a while
My Love, there were poems
and the world was enough.
I took to howling with you,
down from the branches, safe
womb of the tree, I spread
dirt between my toes, sang happy,
sang the song of free,
your wild howl, your musk,
I lost the language for
the pain of bird calling.
Do you remember when we realized
Crow would no longer sing
her crooning songs beside us, trill
through a night among us?
She had gone, no longer writing
poems for coyotes or exlovers,
no longer touching out for a girl
beyond the mountain,
and we were suddenly alone, Love,
you and I, alone to sing, to warble,
HopelessHappy thoughts, hoping dreams, Now there lost, I can't dream.Hopeless6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My hopeful light, shrinks on me.
My dreams to live, crumbling.
No more hope, no more dreams.
No more positive things to believe.
Hope is lost, but wish to be found.
My cheery thoughts, destroyed infront of me.
Painful thoughts, sleepless dreams.
Fear to come, no help can please.
All who fallen can stand up.
Those who pushed lose all touch.
Floating on, nothing to hold.
Slapped in the face, "You Have No Home"
No peace, no care, not even love to share.
This is the story, of a broken down girl.
She's toss into the streets, no light to share.
Lost forever, confused from every fight.
She floats around with hopeless, dreamless
and for every more deathly eyes.
HopelessI cling to his hand (sometimes with a few fingers, sometimes with both hands) as we browse vegetables and fish in the supermarket, for I am hopelessly attached to his gentle touch. People have always said that my fingers are long and my hands are big for a girl (proving their point by aligning their palms and digits with mine. I usually feel like a giant when this happens). But in his hands they are small, feminine, soft, my thumbs dwarfed, slender.Hopeless3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
And I am hopelessly out of control when we cook dinner together, when he looks deep into my eyes as he touches me, kisses me, and oh, God, when he listens, laughs (God, to hear his laugh). In these brief moments I can forget the truth, the way of life I have adopted years ago.
Because, on other occasions I grip my pillow hard, attempt to silence the sobs, shiver in the cold of the dorm room (in the dormitory of a college not meant for me, never meant for me). I feel like I am nothing wanting to be nothing (a word permanent in the tremors of
Be a ManPlease read the author's comments after reading this. This was meant to be an equal rights piece, not just women's.Be a Man4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I might not be hot.
I might not be skinny.
Hell, I might not even be the girl your father wants you to bring home.
But that's not my problem.
It's not my desire to be your slut, your whore.
I know I'm not the girl the team talks about in the locker room.
And don't you for a second think I wish I was.
I wear what I want, do what I want, go and say what I want because I'm me.
I'm me for myself, I'm me for God and I'm me for life.
Nothing you say or do will ever change that.
And if you're reading this and you're one of the boys that I find myself lucky enough to call a friend?
Don't hurt me.
Don't give me a reason to believe that you're all the same, that the good I see in you is fake and exists nowhere in your gender.
Don't treat me with less because I have more.
Attraction is one thing, but don't try to tear down my beauty because I don't suit what
GREAT OMEGA Character QuizI'm rather bored, and I rather enjoy learning about peoples characters a little more in dept. This is a 'survey' or 'quiz' or whatever you wish to call it about your characters. There are a lot of questions. And I mean a lot. Feel free to give it a shot.GREAT OMEGA Character Quiz7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Given Name (Full):
Meaning(s): (If you don't know, I'll tell you)
Ever changed name? If so, why? to what? for how long?:
Nicknames (with reasons):
Birth Mother's Full Name (Maiden):
Birth Father's Full Name:
Parents are fluent in:
Natural Colors? If not what is?:
Other skin marks:
State of Teeth:
Middle toe larger than b
My Dear MamaMama-My Dear Mama4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't understand. You've already accepted me, right? You said "I will always love you, no matter what." but what did you mean by it?
I know it's confusing. When just yesterday I would wake up and ask you to braid my hair, or when you would dress me in my best green dress for Christmas service. I know it seems like just moments ago I had ringlets of hair that bounced at my waist. I know it seems like I'm taking this from you, these memories you hold dearest of me and my childhood. I know it panics you to think that that little girl of your dreams is gone forever. But mama, I'm still here. The same person you created and brought up. The same person you said you would love no matter what. It's me. It's always been me
Do you remember mama? When I would play for hours with toy guns and rodeo sets? Remember? I was always too demanding for a little girl, never quite proper enough, but you loved me. Right? When I ripped my dresses off at the first chance I could get and ran into the ya
The War is OverNo more trees…The War is Over3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
No more Thneeds…
No more work to be done…
The Once-ler knew that he had lost.
Even before the telltale thwack had rolled across the valley in a shockwave of foreboding sound, he had already lost. Even before his operation had gone from cutting down just a few trees to frantically scrambling to meet the demand for Thneeds, he had already lost. He had already lost before he had even seen his first truffula tree, before he had ever arrived here, before the concept of “Thneed” had ever entered his mind. He had been doomed to lose from the very start.
He’d tried to fight what was inevitable, of course. He had ascended to the heights of success, but the trail of damage he’d left in his wake had been enough to send everything toppling down, when the time was right. And now, everything certainly had come toppling down, collapsing under the weight of a structure too full of holes to support him any longe
100 themes challenge list100 themes100 themes challenge list5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
10. New arrival
11. Dream land
14. Forbidden love
42. It wasn't me
43. He did it
44. The dog ate it
45. Run away
50. On top of the world
51. Feeling good
52. A night under the stars
53. Please go away
54. Running from your problems
57. Pretty girl
58. Handsome man
76. No hope
79. Light at the end of the tunnel