That one FriendHave you ever had that one friend that changed your life.That one Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That one friend that you have lost connections with.
That one friend that has no idea how much they mean to you.
The friend that saved your life without even knowing it.
That one friend who means the world to you even if you don't to them.
That one friend who you love and want to get back but can never seem to.
That one friend that you still think about even though you have not talked in a while.
That one friend that you can't live without that has not talked to you in days
but you still love.
Through all the years you've been friends you've promised to always stay true to each other and keep the friendship alive.
That one friend that long since has grown apart from you and it hurts.
That one friend that you would die to get back
To just tell them how much you miss them and how much they mean to you
But the words are so hard to find and circumstances make this a hard task?
FlashBlake I looked down at the bitterly sweet looking boy cowering in the corner. His fear of those fat headed idiots bluntly obvious. I asked him if he was alright, but he just stared at me like I was speaking a foreign language. I would imagine he'd be shaken up after that. I ask him yet again if he's alright, and I finally get a response.FlashBlake3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Y-Yeah, I-I'm fine." he says shakily mixed with something I can't quite read. I smile slightly glad that I was able to protect him. He looks so...delicate and...fragile. He's an almost completely pure white color. There's a dark ring of eyeliner under his eyes that's a perfect contrast to his porcelain looking skin. His eyes gleam a demon shade of red, but have no evil in them whatsoever.
It's more like secretive and innocent yet strong even though he's still shaking. His dark black hair, in the li
As Fragile as a House of GlassYou are faking it again As Fragile as a House of Glass3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You know the one I mean.
When you pretend to be happy
You can only injure yourself.
Is that your reasoning?
The burden you bear is invisible but solid,
And its weight presses on everyone around you.
You cannot do this alone.
You are not Atlas.
You can ask for help.
The cherry red you spill
Tastes like iron to the ground
And licorice to the crowd.
Having a clear canvas
Does not mean you have to paint.
You are not a little Barbie.
Makeup will not give you
An unbroken smile.
You were not made to have skin
That barely surrounds your spine.
Hear the whisper as the air enters your body.
"You are alive!"
You are stronger than you know
And more beautiful than you would dare to believe.
You are here for a reason.
Nobody is born
Simply so they can die.
So do not step off the ledge in front of you.
You know it is not what you truly want.
A New Friend Did he just...blush? No no, it's gotta be in my mind. He's just another Mr. Popular trying to mess with me because I'm queer in both the real and "new" definition of the word. "Here, let me help you." he said as he reached out a hand to help me up. I grabbed his incredibly smooth yet slightly firm hand. He easily helped me to my feet. "Uh, t-thanks." was all I could manage to say. "Hey, you seem pretty cool and I uh...wanted to know if you like...wanted to hang out sometime or something...I think it would be awesome if we could be like friends." he said half rushed.A New Friend3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"Uh, s-sure." I said happily shocked. Wow, this is the nicest I've ever been treated at school. He smiled at me sweetly. I smiled back while looking at the ground. He was about to say something when a bell rang signaling the end of lunch. Oh damn, I forgot I was at school. Dang I also missed my whole lunch. Oh well, It was well worth i
The Redwall ListThe Redwall List5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You know you are a Redwall fanatic when...
1. You say "Bo urr", "Hurr", or "wot, wot" at the beginning or end of everything.
2. You start calling your boss/teacher "sah."
3. You call the travel agency and book a tropical vacation to Sampetra.
4. If ever you see an otter, you look for Juska tattoos.
5. Every time your pet mouse is out, you are convinced he is looking intently at the kitchen knives.
6. In the same day, you buy a pet hare, and a padlock for your fridge.
7. When cats start pinning things with their claws, you KNOW they're plotting something. You just KNOW!!
8. An eagle flies overhead; you run inside screaming, "ARGULOR!!!!!"
9. Whenever you visit an abbey, you look for mice on the tapestries.
10. You get low marks and raised eyebrows in biology and psychology for saying that when badgers sleep, they dream of extinct volcanic mountains.
11. You get lectured in church for referring to the dark forest/hell gates in Sunday school.
12. You are wary of the rats in the pet shop.
The Battle of Hogwarts Ah!The Battle of Hogwarts8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Dazed, she pulled herself to her hands and knees. Her leg cut open from the fall, the pain was immense, but she had to ignore it. The massive amount of dust and dirt in the air impeded her breathing, but she knew she could not stop until she found cover. With spells and curses flying everywhere, she knew there was little time to get out of this.
Pulling herself up, she ran as fast as possible and dived for the nearest cover she could see, which happened to be an upturned table. Landing too soon, she slid back first straight into the table, jarring her shoulder painfully. She ignored the pain,
Nixso OI- Mission 1Org-InnocenceNixso OI- Mission 14 years ago in Settings More Like This
Nixso- Mission 1
As soon as Nixso walked through the portal, he stepped out into a large white room. He, however, was alone. The mysterious lady who had brought him here was gone. "This is The White Crossways," her voice whispered. "I've notified Milix, and she will be here shortly to outfit you. Welcome to Organization Innocence, Nixso."
No sooner had her voice faded away, when a girl walked up, dressed in a short white coat with pink, fluffy trim that matched with her short, pink hair. What Nixso noticed immediately, however, was that she had ears- rabbit ears (to be exact) and a cotton tail. Other than that, she looked like the rest of those strange creatures that the mysterious lady had called 'humans'.
"You're a rabbit!" Nixso exclaimed. While she did look like those humans, he was slightly glad to recognize something normal, even if it was a minor feature.
The rabbit lady looked up from the paper she carried in her hand, and down at Nixso. "Well, yeah
Spyro: RotI pt.21When Flame gave the okay for Cynder to get her son form the ruined school she immediately ran in and hugged her still unconscious child. She then placed him on her back and carried him away until Flame stopped her and said "when he wakes up I want to speak to him."Spyro: RotI pt.215 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Of course Flame, I will notify you immediately." Cynder said as she continued to carry Phoenus away.
Flame looked upon the wreckage of the school in disbelief. Gravel had joined him and said "my daughter has told me what happened. Apparently Stone and Phoenus were in a fight in master Terrador's class. She said Stone had taken it too far and was about to kill him when Phoenus' evil side was awoken. From there he started beating Stone really bad, almost to the point of death it seems. Even master Terrador couldn't stop him. After that another one of his spasms that Spyro and Cynder told us about happened and here we are with a destroyed school."
Statica and Glacia approached them. Statica said to Flame "the parents aren't re
Melody the Hedgehog InfoMelody the hedgehog InformationMelody the Hedgehog Info4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Melody the Hedgehog
Looks: Blue eyes and hair to her shoulders
Personality: Shy and Sensitive
Likes: Long walks along the beach, reading mystery and action, going to the movies.
Dislikes: Eggman, her father, her ex-boyfriend, people being rude to her, people making fun of her, being hurt etc. darkness, spiders, death
History: She lost her mother when she was a baby, her father abused her, and her ex-boyfriend did the same to her, She has marks on her back from a belt that her father hit her with. Her ex-boyfriend raped her and continued to hit her. One of her friends died in front of her eyes, her ex-boyfriend killed one of her friends. She needs love...when she was 5 she was diagnosed with Asperger syndrome so it affects her speaking, and she's more sensitive than others. After her mothers death, she went to a homeless shelter until she aged out. She also has an ability...
Ability: When underwater, she can turn into a Merhog.
The Scourge of Mossflower- 5Tsarmina sat sulking in a corner. She hated her father. She hated Gingevere. She hated Ashleg. She hated the whole stupid castle. Her classes that she had to attend to were so boring. And her nurse was slow and lazy.The Scourge of Mossflower- 57 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She couldnt wait until she was queen. Then thered be some changes. She could have cookies and scones whenever she wanted, and whomever she chose to play tea party with would feed the sweets to her while she rested and had her claws done. And Gingevere would be forced to live in the dungeon whenever he was bad or acted soft. And she would put him in a bad cell.
She didnt know what the dungeons looked like. Her father had never shown her out of fear that shed get some idea for them. Like hang pink ribbon on the bars, she suspected.
One little thing that many beasts thought was weird about Tsarmina was that in spite of the fact that she was totally evil, she loved pink. Oh! That gave her another idea. Shed make every room pink. With pink bed shee
KAWAII NEW STORYKAWAII NEW STORY3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Introduction AND Chapter 1
Once upon a time, there lived a man, and a woman.
And, being a man and a woman, they did man-and-womanly things
BUT, they were married, so HA!
Anyway. As life does, it screwed the woman over.
Nine months later she gave birth to quadruplets.
Well, she was drunk when she went into labor, so the names were . Off.
The first, WITH SHITTY CURLY HAIR, SUNA
The second, SHORT HAIR THAT HAS A DERPY SMILE, YAGAMA, And born dead, but was a kawaii zombie that no one knew was a zombie but the doctors in the hospital, but she ated all their brains, so really no one
The third, LONG HAIR THAT IS FUCKING WAVILY ANNOYING, LLAMA
And the fourth, TOO MUCH OTAKU, ZETSY
These four, with their powers combined, or alone, either way works, ARE THE PERVS NEXTDOOR
A year after their difficult birth, the father developed drinking problems.
One night, when the babies were kawaiily sleeping, the father got drunk, and sold all FOUR of the babies on Ebay
Suna ended up with a fami
The Scourge of Mossflower- 3The fortress of Kotir was quiet. It was early morning and everyone was asleep. Well, almost everyone.The Scourge of Mossflower- 38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Daddy, Daddy!!! A terrible scream rang through the fortress, waking everyone from the lowest servant to the wildcat lord himself.
Verdauga sat up groggily and mumbled something about tearing his childrens tongues out. Suddenly, just as Verdauga had expected, Gingevere came running in wailing. Tsarmina was right on his heels with a small broom in her paws. Tsarmina, Verdauga said annoyed, what have I told you be-
Tsarmina interrupted him. Not to hide my vegetables, dont pull on the guards tails, stop hiding under my bed when its time to clean up, let stupid Ashleg teach me his stupid lessons, never- Verdauga was getting impatient.
Anything important? he asked, his voice getting edgy.
Tsarmina pretended to be in deep thought for a moment. She already knew what he wanted to hear, but she had learned that e
The Scourge of Mossflower- 4Bella sat in her den waiting on everybeast to show up. The Stickles had been there for an hour or so and Sunflash had just recently led Amber and Skip in, followed by Tackin and Skips crew. Ragian sat on a wooden stool with a grim expression on his face. You couldnt blame him. He had just lost his home.The Scourge of Mossflower- 48 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Bella watched him as he whittled away at what seemed to be a flute. He had been working on it for hours it seemed. Banrai was still resting in one of the spare rooms after her shock with the vermin. Bella, knowing the young mothers warrior spirit, had thought it wise for her not to attend the meeting. She had recently given birth, had just lost her home, and had been too worried to sleep at night, and a meeting over war would only do harm to her if it roused the warrior that still lingered within.
The ground shaking beneath disturbed her thoughts, and then a small moist nose, followed by a velvet head, poked out of a newly made tunnel. Foremole! she said ex
Because...He jumped.Because...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Arms spread wide, outreached to the passing air.
Diving off the building, faces and smiles flashed before him,
photographic memories passing through in a swift current.
he was very afraid.
Every ounce of fear was suddenly thrust before him, surfacing in flight.
Heart pounding heavily against his frail chest, he was ultimately consumed
by black. He had fainted.
He never expected to open his eyes,
but did in a hospital.
Shocked, he looked about, scanning the area and processing his state.
Postured near his hospital bed was a beautiful young girl, smiling.
He stared for a moment, eyes suddenly flooding with tears.
Hesitant, he began to ask why, only to discover
she was a mute.
Understanding what he meant, she pulled out a pen from her back pocket.
She held up her hand and scribbled but one sentence on her palm:
"Because life isn't that bad."
Identity?Identity?5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
A complex topic, is it what others see? Is it what you see? Is it what you feel? Is it who you are inside, or the persona that you carefully create? Is it what makes you you? Your individuality, your personality, your wants and dreams? Or is it a creation of your past and experiences?
When others see me they see the body, a relatively thin tall frame with dyed red hair. But that is not who I am, who I am they cannot see, many cannot even comprehend. For you see I am not I, I am we, for we are multiple. We share this single body, but we are not one, we each have our own thoughts, own feelings, even own memories. We have each been created and shaped by our past, but each into a different form.
We share a body as many would share a home, we argue as friends argue, and we exist within this world.
So do we have an identity? Do we have one each, or do we share one as we share the body? Identity is used throughout social science to describe an individual's comprehension
Just Sit hereI'll just sit here,Just Sit here4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And count my battle scars.
You know the ones
All over my arms.
I'll just pretend
That I don't care,
But silently wish,
You were still here.
I'll act whole
And stand strong,
Even when I hurt
More than the burning sun.
I won't look broken,
I won't be sad,
And I won't cry,
As long as your glad.
I'll just sit here,
And count my battle scars.
You know, the ones
All over my arms.
The Raven's Black Shadow 3Chapter 3 The White Robed AssassinThe Raven's Black Shadow 35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sun had barely begun to rise by the time Nasira arrived back in the city of Damascus. She kept her head low, her black hood covering almost her entire face. Her shoulder and leg wounds burned now, feeling as if someone was pressing a white hot piece of steel upon her flesh. She did not know what was upon the tip of the knives but she knew she needed to properly treat the wounds soon.
As she neared the main gates she wondered briefly if the guards remembered her from only a couple of days ago. Her guess was more than likely yes but there truly was only one way to find out for sure.
Nasira dismounted the red mare infront of a small stable. She smiled and patted Asimah's neck before handing the reins to the stablehand, as well as pressing a single gold coin in his hand. Without a word Nasira moved away and glanced about.
The main entrance's security seemed to have gained a couple more guards, this made Nasira chuckle lightly. As she wal
Why I WriteI write for the readers,Why I Write4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ones who see with their minds.
I write for those who hope,
Those who wish,
Those who wonder.
Sometimes I write for the mad,
The ones who see things differently,
The ones who aren't afraid of the unknown,
The ones who dream by day.
I write for the poets,
I write for myself,
For my insane beliefs,
For my wandering mind,
An outlet for my thoughts.
I write for the singers,
Those who aways hear songs,
Those who can make music with anything,
Those who dance to unheard beats.
I write for the optimists,
Those who see only beauty,
Those who hear only wonderment,
Who feel only hope,
Who seek the brightness.
I write for the pessimists,
Those who see the darkness,
The ones who hear the cries,
Who wish they could hope,
Who cling to the shadows.
I'm stuck in the middle.
I don't write for publishers,
Unless they really hear me,
Unless they see my voice,
Unless they understand.
I write for the minority,
Those who don'
ForgetRage is what fuelsForget4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
the need to bleed
upon the very soul
whose life shall cease.
If life continues peacefully
joy and beauty show
along with pure serenity
you continue to draw.
An excellent construction
on a piece of paper
you give it a name and so
it lives, breathes and feels
Stop drawing me please
can't you see it's worthless
I can already see
when you wish to be alone,
I shall erase you from existence.
Remain alone forever
and you shall cease
Who are you again?
How do you look like again?
What were you feeling all this time?
Oh wait, I can't remember...
Because I erased you from my grasp...
The Scourge of Mossflower- 6The group of warriors walked back to Brockhall with heavy hearts. The battle had gone sorely. They had been horribly outnumbered and many woodlanders had fallen. It had been one of worst disasters Mossflower had ever seen.The Scourge of Mossflower- 67 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
They carried back the creatures that had died on stretchers. Among them was Barkstripe. They had pulled out the arrow shaft that had imbedded itself in his heart and cleaned up the bloodstain on his fur, but the sight was still unbearable. No one wanted to think about what would happen when Bella saw her mate lying on the stretcher with his paws folded across his chest.
Heavy silence had fallen on the wood. Tears rolled down the cheeks of some beasts. No one talked. The only sound made was the padding of paws on the ground as they walked back to Brockhall.
As they approached, young Sunflash ran out of the door. Daddy! Did you win? Banrai walked up with tears in her eyes and held him close. Sunflash, she said quietly, Your fath
Her LouisianaThere she is, y'all, right over there on that bench.Her Louisiana4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Quietly watching the young kids play, wearin' that beautiful dress.
Yeah, she's lookin' a lil' nervous behind those glasses,
With pink lemonade in her hands, trying not to draw attention.
I can't help but smile at the perfect view,
She quietly worries about every lil' thing.
A pink tint caress her cheeks, holding the embarrassment,
Self-conscious about showing a mile of leg off with every move.
It's hard for me to say if this is when she looks her sexiest,
Wearin' such a lovely sundress on a great day such as this.
But, the country boy in me also says it's when she's just waking up,
When her hair's a mess, that sleepy lil' smile, wearin' my Saints shirt.
Then again, y'all, she is the definition of elegant, unequaled beauty,
Those are two lovely sides to that lil' country girl that I know.
I have to shake my head because I'm spending my time here with you yokels,
When I should be showing her to a private spot at the park... But,
Finally In The ShitFinally In The Shit5 years ago in Settings More Like This
We were finally in the Shit. The first mission since training had begun. Never thought the day would come, but the Osprey's load ramp was lowering down onto the top of some building in the middle of the Pyongyang. The staff sergeant was prepping his M4A1 carbine before he looked up at the rest of us.
"Get some!" He shouted. "Move, move! Get out of this fuckin' bird! GO, GO!"
The ramp hit the deck and we ran off. The rotor-wash whipped dust and small flyers around; looking back at the Osprey I could see sparks from incoming rounds. The bird was taking a lot of fire from the building across the street from the DPRK Korean People's Army Ground Forces. Probably just NKorea Type-68 AKM-copies. The ramp went back up on the Osprey and the engines droned for power to get off the deck.
"Heavy-MG! Three o'clock!" A Corporal shouted.
Thirty light rifles and medium machine-guns opened up on the heavy machine-gun but it was too late; the Russian NSV heavy machine-gun opened up on the
Dr. SeussicideDr. Seussicide4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I do not like the life I lead,
I do not like it, no, indeed:
I do not like the way I look;
I do not like that I can't cook;
I do not like my crappy job;
I do not like my boss, the snob;
I do not like the life I lead,
I do not like it, no, indeed.
Would you like it in a year?
Why not wait, play it by ear?
I would not like it in a year,
Nothing will change, and I'm stuck here.