A Bedroom Farce"Well, I've had it!" Ziggy groused as he tossed away another lipstick that had been worn down to a sticky nub. "It's Scary Monster who's doing this, I just know it!"A Bedroom Farce3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"What makes you say that?" asked Sers, who had come into his room to borrow some hairspray.
"No one else here uses as much makeup as I do," Ziggy explained, "and I keep this room locked when I'm away. It would have to be someone with unnatural powers and a love of powders who'd manage to pinch my supplies!"
"Powers? Now, now, Ziggy, there's nothing that proves Scary Monster is an actual monster much less someone who can slip in and out of a room without being noticed. You're probably just so busy you're losing track of your supplies."
"I know I'm right! You can never trust a clown " They were still arguing as they left, Ziggy locking the door behind him.
From beneath Ziggy's bed, there could be heard the crinkling of delicate fabrics. Scary Monster care
Time Traveler 1Time travelerTime Traveler 14 years ago in Historical More Like This
Chapter 1: Stairway to Heaven
It was one of those days... One of those ugly days in which you want nothing but to be the hell out of class as soon as possible... One of those days in which the career you are majoring in is hard as hell to finish and you are just in the middle of it...
One of those days...
Alex wanted nothing but to be OUT of the classroom as soon as she could... Don't get her wrong... She LOVED what she was studying, but some subjects were not to her liking... Market research for example...
She was a fashion student; she was in her third semester and was getting ready to start the fourth one in approximately two months... She liked to draw and sew, but she HATED whatever had to do with theoretical things...
Like Market Research...
But it was finally over... Finally over and she just had to show the design methodology teacher her last work of the month with her teammate and she was good to go... She wanted nothing but to sleep, she felt so bloody tired it
Mugen High Circus Act 3Mugen High Circus Act Three Battle for Time... And DinnerMugen High Circus Act 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Zell awoke outside a new tent. It was the same classified size as the other two, ridiculously big and unnecessary, according to Zell anyway. Ako and Sarah were hovering over their master, much concern and fear apparent on their faces. When Zell came to and began to sit up, the two twins squealed happily, and glomped him and he fell back onto his back.
"Master, you're alive!" Ako squeezed him tightly.
"Zell, you gave us a scare. Don't do that again. You do realize that we need you a lot more than you need us, right?" Sarah folded her arms and sat near her master.
"Heh, actually I need you and Ako a lot a lot more thank you think " Zell sighed and placed his hand on Sarah's head and began to pet her kindly, she smiled uncharacteristically.
"Now you three must begin your next plea." Hex walked to the three with a devilish smile on his face and grabbed Zell's hand, helping him stand.
Hex led the three
Memorial Day TributeYou have protect us from people who threaten our freedomMemorial Day Tribute2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You have protect us day and night so we could live in peace
You took an oath to do whatever it takes to keep the love ones and complete strangers safe
You had gone beyond the call of duty to make sure we are safe
You paid the ultimate sacrifice to protect others
Your sacrifice will be honor throughout generations
Your sacrifice gave great meaning to what you done
You will always be remember as the one who step up in times of need
You will always be remember for the courage and honor you shown to others
For on Memorial Day
We remember you
For what you did for us
For everything you done
To keep us safe
Show and TellMy object didn't start off the way most objects do. Mine started off in a lump of hard, grey clay. The assignment was given, to make a sculpture using both slab and coils. An idea instantly popped into my head, I was going to make a tree. So, construction started on the tree. The trunk was wrapped around a cardboard tube, the base was a slab circle; I then started the long process of rolling out small coils, and welding them together. The coil branches took the longest to make, but soon, they too were ready to be attached to the tree. With the trees smooth grey trunk and these coil branches, my tree looked like something from a Dr. Seuss book.Show and Tell2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I hated this tree, and I really wanted to just smash it and start new again, but I didn't do that. There was this unseen glory in this tree, so I kept it, giving it the chance to show me what that unseen glory was. I added some big roots coming from the bottom and welded those to the base. I added on some strips of clay to give the tree a more tr
The Encounter 4The Encounter Part 4The Encounter 42 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I woke up, tired and uneasy. Losing my job was a horrible fate for me and I dreaded the idea of asking my family for money. "I have two more paychecks," I said to myself out loud. "Maybe I can find another job." I tried to think positively. However, I wasn't just thinking about me. Sophie had become such an exciting and important part of my life in the little time I had known her. She was family now, and I couldn't let the dragoness down. She seemed to know my stress, because just when I was thinking about her, she looked over the edge of the bed and licked my face.
"Hey there Soph," I said. I was unable to hold back a slight smile. She was so cute when she was trying to take care of me. I scratched her behind her horn, where I had discovered that she liked to be pet. She let out a deep purr and pushed her head into the scratching. No, I couldn't possibly let her down. How I was going to do it, I didn't know, but I was going to do whatever I could to keep her happy
10 yearsI wake to the sound of my classic beep, beep, beep alarm clock go off. Everyone now has switched to an alarm clock where it no longer plays an annoying beep; it could make any morning sound you want. It's an app and can be bought at the iTunes store. I don't have the newest iGadget, which is an iPad 12 and this thing will do just about everything for you. You want to watch TV? Well watch in, you want to read a book? Do it. You want to write a novel? Pull out the hidden pen and write it. What makes this iPad so special is they took all of your common forms of entertainment and stuffed it into this iPad. If you want to play an Xbox game or even a Wii game, you can. It's great for long car trips, and I could see an advantage to owning this new iPad, I just can't afford it right now.10 years2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So I get out of my bed, I go down stairs. I pull open a door and I enter my library. I smile because I hold one of the largest paper book collections in the whole city. I have over 1,000 books. I had this gut
A Dream Like HorseA Dream like HorseA Dream Like Horse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A horse with an untamable sprit
A horse with a heart large enough to love anyone
With loving eyes that tell a story of trauma.
A horse who has forgiven those who had harmed him.
One who knows now fear,
Who stands strong, and
Who fights until the end.
A horse who would do anything asked
But never do what he is told.
With long white main and tail,
He stands proud.
His white fur shimmers in the shining sun.
His bright blue eyes look down on me.
They say "Love me "
I look into them, and smile.
"Forever " I whisper.
I kiss his nose and hop onto his back.
Together we ride.
Into the sun and away from the pain;
Away from the hurt we both feel.
Forgiving The Wolf On a dingy grey and rainy afternoon, a girl with tired eyes looked lazily out of the classroom window. Her eyes scanned the empty streets and flooding alley ways. Water poured from the sky, and thunder crashed loudly. She scanned the outside and gazed into the forming puddles. Bored, she shifted her gaze to the teacher that was in the front of the room. She admired his black suit and red with blue polka-dot tie combination. His blonde hair was styled, and went perfectly with his nicely tanned skin. His flawless lips moved rhythmically, his voice was deep and passionate.Forgiving The Wolf2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Attempting to hear what he was saying, she sat forward in her desk and crossed her arms on the top of the table. For five minutes she heard what he was saying and nodded with agreement, than grew bored once again. She then decided if the lecture was important, she would try harder to understand what was being lectured about. To her, it was
Giving a VoiceGiving a VoiceGiving a Voice3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
For decades millions animals have been used for numerous painful medical and cosmetic experimentation procedures. The care of laboratory animals needs to change. They are kept in small metal cages with little or no food and water; they are never loved or let outside. They sit in their cage waiting for their freedom; waiting for help to save them. The tests themselves are barbaric. They leave the animal wounded physically and mentally. Rather than testing on animals the scientists should use other methods. Technology has advanced and there is no longer a need to torture animals. The experimentation on animals, of any method, is unethical and this torture of animals is unnecessary, and must be discontinued.
The tests and effects on the animals in the laboratory are unforgivable. There is no light besides the dim lamp over head. There is the annoying buzz of electrical wiring shorting out, and along the back wall is a long row the small cages sitting o
UntoldThe vast open plains presentsUntold2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a frightening view-
nothing to see but what
the mind tries to hide
The city speaks the lies
we want to hear,
floods the view
The barren landscape shows
the truth untold-
Emptiness is everywhere
closely keeps hold on all celestial bodies
works its way into the cracks of every tower, every monument
hangs in the air between every loving couple no matter how tightly they hold on to one another
forms the four chambers of the heart
the strongest molecular bond cannot shut it out
there is no movement
Crystinalians infoAt BirthCrystinalians info1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At birth Crysts are no bigger then a newborn kitten from a house cat. At this stage they still retain fluffy fur, although its not as much as their cub stage. They will need their mothers warmth for several weeks as they grow. Their mothers milk is fiber enriched to help there fur grow faster.
At this time the cubs are a very light color of the colors they might be when they reach adulthood. This is also the most vulnerable stage, they cannot defend themselves and rely solely on there mothers. It is very rare that a dark cub will be born, these usually are cast out once born though, for there fur gets lighter as they grow.
Though they are now growing the cubs are still only a quarter of the size of their mother, they will only reach her size once they turn two . Until then though they will contine growing at nine months they will be nearly half her size. This time of their life is when they begin practicing for adulthood. Their claws are growing and
Fara titluO inimă de gheaţă pe un altar în flăcări,Fara titlu2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
O minte de copil în geniu-i surghiunit,
Refuză cu tărie ale Iadului chemări
Căci el murit-a tânăr, dar totuşi n-a murit.
Şi al iubirii duh i se scurge-ncet din trup,
În juru-i se adună ca o baltă de sânge;
Inima lui e sfâşiată ca de-un flămând lup
Iar Cerberul crud durerea i-o plânge.
Ură, iubire, sunt doar nişte cuvinte,
Tristeţe sau extaz, el le-a uitat demult.
Învăluit de umbre, inima-i nu le simte,
Răpită fiindu-i firea de-al întunericului cult.
Lacrimi curg continuu pe-obrajii-i de ceară
Arzându-i pielea albă cu un miros narcotic;
El păşeşte-ncet, o ceaţă neagră-l înconjoară
Iar chipu-i se face tot mai fantomatic.
Cu o lamă de sânge, durerea îi e stinsă
În clipa-i cea din urmă, de căl
The Encounter 5The drive to my boss's house was, luckily, uneventful. The only thing I had to do was keep Sophie calm. Apparently, dragons aren't fond of car rides. I mean, I have never seen such a powerful creature look so pitiful! Imagine a dragon, curled up into a ball with her head under the seat, shivering like it's twenty below, and whining and growling on occasion. That was EXACTLY how Sophie was acting. I had to try very hard not to laugh.The Encounter 51 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thinking back, I'm very glad we weren't pulled over or something. Could you imagine the officer's face when she saw a dragon in the back? Anyway, I am rambling. We finally made it to the house. It wasn't big, hardly fancy at all. It was the most average, stereotypical house I had ever seen. A girl, who appeared to be about 16, walked out as we pulled up. I smiled and waved as I got out.
"Jake, meet my daughter Sophie," said Mr. Stevenson.
I smiled at the name. "So you have a dragon too then? I didn't know they could shape shift," I joked so that only my bos
Every Drop of Water is the OceanWhat am I but an insular piece of flesh?Every Drop of Water is the Ocean1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I reach out to shake hands
but not hug
Hug, but not kiss
Kiss, but even if deeply
only embracing the surface
As I part and set sail
for some other shore
I long to drown
so the sea may flood my lungs
and consider this body
YOU!!!!!!!!!!!YOU!!!!YOU!!!!!!!!!!!1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
How dare you make me feel like nothing!
How dare you just push me aside!
How dare you not care!
How dare you treat me like this!
I'm not just thing you can push away and expect me to still be there!
I'm not just some girl who doesn't mean anything;
I'm not sure if I want this anymore .
How can you just leave me?
How can you not care?
How can you just forget everything?
How can you treat me like this?
Don't I matter to you?
Don't you miss me?
Don't you need me too?
Don't you care that I'm crying?
Don't you care at all?
I thought you loved me.
I thought you needed me,
I thought I meant the world to you,
Well I guess I thought wrong.
Looks like I was wrong about EVERYTING ..
I thought I was your whole world, but now you don't care.
Nothing matters, and nothing hurts more than
New ArrivalThe room was dark. There was the sound of two people breathing deeply while they slept. Suddenly the phone cried out, breaking the silence. He reached over; his hand combing the darkness for the phone. He picked it up, and answered with a sleep, thickened hello.New Arrival2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's Time." A frantic man said on the other end.
That statement shot life into the old man. He clutched the phone and hollered into it, "Where is she?"
"At the hospital down town " the man quickly replied.
"We will meet you there." He then hung up the phone and now started to shake his wife gently.
"Nora, wake up!" he shook her a little harder, "Nora! It is time!"
She started to wake, her eyes snapped open and she looked up at her husband in sight confusion.
"What's going on?" she asked, slowly moving to sit up and turn on the lamp nearby.
"It is time." He was out of bed, getting dressed while they talked. He had his jeans already on and was now putting on a green sweater.
"Oh, I see now!" Nora stated, "Why di
Fanfic: StormsFanfic: Storms2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She loves the storms. Loves that crackling-charged feeling the air gets for hours beforehand, as clouds gather on the horizon like an amassing army. She spends the time before it hits watching the sky and ground, and the sun as its face is hidden from the world.
She loves the pitter patter of rain on the stalks of sweet cane that grow in long rows in the fields. There's something about the sound that lulls her into a sleepy state as she rests her chin in her hands, her elbows propped up on the open windowsill.
She loves going out in the rain, under the brooding clouds, feeling it hit her fur and soak in, weighing her down and anchoring her to the sweet earth. The smell is clean and fresh and lightens the load she wears on her heart. No one else understands the pull of the rain, of the heavy clouds and soft smells and that inevitable releasing of spirit that makes the soggy trudge home worth it all.
Matem tuts about the state of her fur, how wet her clothes are, how she'll catch cold. S
NerdI used to beNerd2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The kind of
And too-tight pants-wearing
Failure at life
That got defaced in every photo
Outside my WindowHere I am sitting in front of my bedroom window. I look out past the dirty glass and the first thing I see is my trampoline. It is old and the safety net, that had once been a cage, is now half fallen off, and it blows in the gentle breeze. Next, I see the patches of snow that haven't yet melded. They hide under the trampoline, in its shade. I sit there, staring at the old trampoline and remember some good times I had on that trampoline. Like the time my best friend, Erin and I would put the hose on the tramp and jump up and down like crazy, laughing hysterically when we were splashed with ice cold water; but we didn't mind, because it was a hot summer day, and our mothers didn't want to drive us to the quarries. That trampoline is still really fun to play on in the summer with the water hose, but it isn't as fun alone. Now that Erin has moved to Wisconsin, I don't want to do that, it's too boring when you don't have another person laughing with you.Outside my Window2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Now I move m
metaphorically youi sit at my mother's table,metaphorically you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
taking apart the roses father sent me
[happy sweet sixteenth, honey]
big-headed idols of the flowerfae,
gaia-sent and humankind picked
[this is the classic, this is the girl we will blow up]
they're dried up, twelve days after
the outside shriveled, some old maid
past her prime, past rose-bouquet days
i peel back the layers of the tough façade,
[alogotrophic and pitifully decrepit]
like slivers of lost hopes and 'i-told-you-so's
and watch it bloom again, rebirthing
and realizing soon after that the inner things
are often the youngest, the most delicate;
the truth, and we must protect them
duly, with indifference
Escape~Escape~Escape3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Waves of orange swished behind her. The rancid smell of sweaty, wet dog filled her ultra sensitive nose. The forest floor was wet and slushy; and it slopped when her feet flew over the top. Her frantic feet made no sound as they dashed over the ground. Her head whipped around and scanned the area behind her. She did not see any of the wolves, but a loud bark behind her made her start running forward again. Her leg muscles carried her farther and father away form the manic dogs. Her legs slowed the pace down to a steady jog, and allowed her to survey the area even better. Her ears heard the threat before she saw this enormous black wolf galloping at her at full speed. With the wolf blocking her front escape route, she veered to the left and pushed her legs into over drive. She drove herself faster when another sound filled her ears. It was the sound of frantic paws charging after her. She turned her head around to look. There were several huge wolves trailing behind
Carnivores VS Herbivores~Carnivores VS Herbivores~Carnivores VS Herbivores3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Katie is sitting in her desk in homeroom. She is waiting for her good friend Kaari to join her. Kaari walks into the room, she is followed by several other students talking and chatting as they enter. Kaari takes her seat in front of Katie and turns around to face her.
Katie: Hey Kaari. How are you today?
Kaari: I'm great! Today I have been a vegetarian for two years now.
Katie: That's really cool. How can you not eat meat for two years?
Kaari: It was really easy. The soy products they make to taste like meat, really do taste like meat.
Katie: Says the person who hasn't eaten meat for two years
Kaari: Have you even tried to not eat meat?
Kaari: Why not?
Katie: I will not eat artificially flavored meat. Especially soy bacon That sounds disgusting.
Kaari: Soy bacon is good.
Katie: Doubt it. How do they make it taste like bacon without using bacon it's self?
Kaari: I don't know.
Kaari: Who cares about that, lets move on.
The OwlThe Owl1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
There stood a fence dark as coal, with iron spikes and rusty pole.
Beyond that fence a stony path, which snaked and weaved past the dying grass.
The hill in which the grass had died, where wind made no sound, stood a place un-found.
And in that home was a lupine, cadaver eyes frozen in time in which he stared from his window.
"Tell me " he whispered. "Tell me old abode, creak your walls, settle your beams and tell me when will it stop?" questioned he, the lupine, eyes jet like a shark, forever staring.
Furry paws meet his face, "See no evil, yet I am shown the same?"
Breathing a long breath he spoke again, paws pan-caked grey old ears, "Hear no evil, yet the words are still the same?"
Agony, his soul ruptured and held heart, he went to scream, scream so loud but muffed his muzzle with the same paw but not spoke, but thought. "Speak no evil, but yet what is said is the same?"
Yesterday he wept. the day before he cried. Today was not new.