Room MatesRoom Mates5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chelsea walked into the dorm room where she was to meet her soon to be dorm mate "Hello?" Chelsea called hesitantly. She searched the rooms, and determining that her dorm mate was not in the vicinity dropped her bags and began to unpacked her things into the available storage, consisting of a bookshelf, bedside table,dresser, and bathroom cabinet.
"Hello?" Came a call from the hall before the door was thrown open. Chelsea quickly got up off the bottom bunk, as to deny any claim to it. "Nice to meet you, My name is Chelsea" The girl took her arm and shook it briefly "Brittni." Chelsea looked the girl over, she had medium length dirty blond hair, green eyes, and was wearing mostly black, to the exception of a blue heart shaped pendant around her neck. "Well." and without another word Brittni turned to walk into the bathroom, dropping her bags at her feet, but Chelsea grabbed her arm "Brittni-" "If this is about money, you manage you're half the rent, I'll manage mine, I don't care how yo
God is Not an American ValueLadies and Gentlemen of Congress, thank you for allowing me to speak today.God is Not an American Value4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I do not stand before you with a hate filled heart.
I do not stand before you today wishing to destroy anyone's beliefs or ways of life.
I do not stand before you today hoping to achieve a victory for one group while hurting another.
Instead, I stand before you today in the hope that you listen open-mindedly.
That is all I ask.
In 1956, "In God We Trust" was adopted as the United States official motto. This motto has been on our coins since 1864 and on our paper currency since 1957. In 1954, the words "Under God" where added to the Pledge of Allegiance. The question of whether or not these phrases are constitutional has been argued on all levels, from the dinner tables of average Americans, all the way up to the Supreme Court. I personally believe that these phrases are unconstitutional, but the arguments for it have been so overused that I feel repeating them would be beating a dead horse.
No, instead I will b
Something To Talk AboutTitle: Something To Talk AboutSomething To Talk About4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warnings: robot slash, robo-smoochies
The blue and white mech walked into the common room like he owned the place. His slender form was all sleek lines and grace, and he carried himself with complete confidence. Every optic in the room followed his path, either enchanted by his beauty or surprised at seeing the modern rarity of a noblemech.
He drew a ration from the public use energon station as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Then he crossed the room again, to take a seat at a small gaming table across from a large black mech. The black mech looked at him in surprise as the noble smiled.
"You must be the new tactician." The blue and white mech took a sip of his energon.
"I um " the large mech looked away from the other, focusing his gaze on the datapads tha
Religion and PoliticsReligion and Politics6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Religion & Politics
"If religious groups want to get into politics, they should pay taxes"
I concur!! Why should My tax dollars go to their right to belittle Me...
Politics and Religion The religion within politics.. the politics within religion..
Many religious people claim to be so patriotic and always worrying about what the president is doing with the tax money, well since there are about half a million religious buildings in this country [Churches, Mosque/Temple, Synagogues, etc etc] all of which get tax exemptions why not put your money where your mouth is and stop being a burden on the government.
From what I got from the census website there are more than 300K religious buildings in this country alone, this includes, Churches [Christian and catholic], Mosque/Temples, Synagogues, and many other variations of faiths. So you take the average of these place and you get between 10-20K a year in tax exemptions. So that is let us just say 300K times 10K if we just us
Shedding SkinSomeday I'll be cured,Shedding Skin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll shed my skin
Someday I'll be found,
I'll stop being lost
Someday I'll be free,
Show off my arms
Someday I'll be known,
For my troubling fight
Today I'm in pain,
The wish to harm
Someday I'll be cured,
I'll shed my skin
Of Angels, Demons, and LoveI.Of Angels, Demons, and Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hush, don't make a sound.
Let the wind play its lullaby,
for the moon to shine so bright,
and light the way for them
towards the safe haven they share.
Can't you hear them?
They're closeby, listen
to the silence that greets
their arrival tonight.
But maybe, and just maybe
if you listen very carefully,
you might hear their story
being whispered among the trees.
Of a love so legendary,
it could set Heaven ablaze,
of battles so fierce, no one
thought they might cease.
But the fates spoke, and
their hearts met in a single beat.
He was the king of Hell,
A creature of darkness and fear,
His life spent in bloodshed and battles,
never caring for a cry or a plea.
Bathing in a sea of blood and tears.
The king had no weakness to be told
She was a blazing angel of light,
So pure and tender, never knew what hate was like.
Fighting so the Lord's word could prevail,
always aiming towards the dying daylight.
Yet the wheel of time spun, and she fell astray
from the m
Am I Lying?My roommate thinks I'm straight;Am I Lying?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I haven't told her differently,
And I wonder...
Am I lying?
I use gender neutral pronouns when speaking of my ex;
She changes them to "he" in her responses,
And I wonder...
Am I lying?
We share close living spaces and talk about girl stuff;
She has no clue that I like girls,
And I wonder...
Am I lying?
Four Hundred miles away, and no one knows;
I haven't told anyone,
And I wonder...
Am I lying?
Are Christians Better?If you believe in a religion, you are almost required to assume that your view of morality will be superior to someone else's. The euphoric feeling that God is behind you, pulling your strings to prevent you from acting badly is very addictive, but unfortunately also very destructive. At some point, any adult Christian must question how much God improves us as people and how much we are left to improve ourselves. What is the role of our own will vs. the transforming power of God? Why do Christians still act badly? If God doesn't make us better people, what is the good of Christianity at all, apart from getting us into heaven? Everyone chooses their own answer, but here is mine.Are Christians Better?3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I used to believe that following God (honestly and truly) would result in a transformation of the mind and soul that makes people desire to be more compassionate and Christlike towards others. The Spirit would be a gentle guide, never forcing us of course, but still just
Call of Megatron The small convoy of vehicles hurtled through the shadowed Arkham streets. Inside the battered truck that took the lead, Randolph Carter hung on for dear life, his ascetic frame battered from side to side every time the truck took a corner.Call of Megatron7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"We have to hurry," he panted, hugging the wheel. "If these Decepticons of yours manage to decipher the mad Arab's book, Earth will know a darkness unlike any since its most primordial past."
"You still haven't told us how this ritual works." The voice, commanding yet warm, filled the cab of the truck, seeming to emanate from nowhere. "Surely releasing these 'Old Ones' of yours isn't as simple as reading a book?"
"The Necronomicon isn't merely a book," Carter replied. "Without a cult of followers, the Decepticons would have to chant the words en masse to bring about the awakening."
Reasons Twilight ExistsSomething else to hate onReasons Twilight Exists5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Gives nightmares to kids
Gives people false hopes
Worth a good laugh
Makes a great debate discussion
I can easily get on someone's nerves by saying "Twilight is the worst"
Easy to make fun of
Keeps Van Hellsing, Zero, and Alucard busy
Great Burning Material
Great for Mr. Kitty's litter Box
It makes Twihaters look smart
It makes Twitards look freakin' stupid
Makes amateur writer's feel good because they that they are at least better than Stephanie Meyer
Fan girls needed more to lower their IQ's
It is a ploy by the government to keep us stupid and uneducated grunts.
It exists to lower our general IQ for when the aliens begin invading
It exists as a cruel method of torture
A Tale From Cybertron: ImpulseDisclaimer: I own nothing, thank you.A Tale From Cybertron: Impulse5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a rare mutation in a mech's personal coding that resulted in a telepath like him. In a society that despised changes and anything out of the ordinary, Soundwave found himself neglected and ignored amidst his own people. Even as a Sparkling, people around him looked with accusing optics, cursing him in silence for the ability he did not wish to be endowed with. Because of this, Soundwave thought his telepathy as a curse...
...until he met Megatron.
The ex-miner had explained that in his conquest to eradicate the statics of Cybertronian people, a mech like Soundwave, a telepath, was a valuable asset. For the first time in his life, Soundwave felt appreciated. He felt needed. He felt important. So he joined the Decepticon, willingly serving Megatron's cause even though sometimes he found the leader's method a little too radical for his liking. Still he remained silence for the loyalty he had nurtured towards Megatron was undying, unchallenged b
Casual Encounters -CHAP.10-DRRRCasual Encounters -CHAP.10-DRRR4 years ago in Romance More Like This
For the next week Ritchie's mood seemed to be at an all-time high. Sei wasn't mad at her, she now had a coat (albeit on loan) to battle the cold in and, best of all, she felt free for the first time in months. Not having to answer to Izaya was doing wonders for her mood.
Or so she thought.
She kept expecting Izaya to text or call her Or even show up on her doorstep. The freedom had just seemed too good to be true But he hadn't. And after the first week she'd started to realise that she'd been waiting for him to get in touch constantly checking her phone and always making sure to survey the area outside her work.
She'd genuinely believed that some freedom from Izaya was what she'd really wanted. But after a week of not seeing or hearing from him she'd discovered just how much she craved his company. That realisation irritated her beyond belief.
And what was even worse was
Lump Of CoalWould it bother you to hear me talk about boys?Lump Of Coal5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What about other girls?
Well maybe not.
But the way you say.
You want a boyfriend.
Makes me feel like I don't exist.
Like I'm some sort of on the side.
That I'm not really here.
What am I?
Am I just a plaything?
Just until you can get a boy?
Then will I be thrown away?
Am I just a tissue?
To be tossed away?
When you're done with me?
It hurts to think that that's what I am.
But it seems to sound like it.
Because you say you want a boy.
What does that make me?
Are girls not the same as boys?
Well I know they're different.
But when dating, please treat them the same.
If you had a boyfriend, would you tell him.
Would you tell him about your perfect man?
I don't mind being your friend.
And at the same time something else.
But sometimes it hurts me to be treated.
ChatterboxShoes chatter,Chatterbox1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
they converse in skateparks
and rub rubbers
behind bike sheds.
clip and staccato
in stilettos in the office
as workers file in
the undeveloped shoe voices
as sole meets corridor
skidding into class.
Another day begins,
with the news of the night before
scuffed into the pavement
as shoes chatter.
as lie the deadautumn was a throaty rattleas lie the dead2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that swung in slowly
on summer’s back.
the drifting days
as they slipped
and every pale sunrise
arrived wreathed in a shiver
we shrugged into
our layers and
crackling leaves the color
of brazen blond
and blood-red billowing
around our feet—
curled against the cool earth
as lie the dead.
on a wolf-howl moon
we wavered like wraiths
into the night,
walking without fear,
corn husks scraping at the sky
as the stars
the wind pressed
a cold kiss
to my neck,
then your lips followed,
and you whispered
you would love me beyond living.
i hung your words
on the hollow hands
but winter crept in
a thief in white silk
and black bone branches,
our fragile dreams.
still, your voice echoed
in the silent void
i found my way back to you.
why then, do you
tremble and turn away,
twisting your prom
SuicideI'm going to tell you a storySuicide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A story about a girl
A girl who once tried
To leave this world
She was sick of the pain
And sick of the hurt
Her parents made her feel
Like it was nothing she was worth.
Her friends all left
And bullied her daily
This is the story
Of the girl named Hailey
Haley was different
From others at school
The only thing different
Was that she followed the rules
No one respected her
No one cared
No one allowed her
To sit anywhere.
When she arrived home she walked
Into the bathroom that day
She took her razor
And cut her pain away.
When she was done she cried
And stared at her arm
Ashamed of what she did
She covered the scars.
At school the next day
She walked into the room
Knowing if anyone saw her scars
She would be doomed.
She got right to her seat
And ignored all the glares
She kept her sleeve down
To pretend the scars were not there
The temperature outside
Was hotter than normal
Wearing long sleeves at
Chapel WindowThe parish waits nowChapel Window1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls;
cobwebs align them
like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in a broken window,
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic.
There is a cemetery,
my eyes seek out the sermon,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as rays fall from a cloud,
shear the shade,
heave a new flame to the candle box,
and measure the weight in these empty rows
as pools find where hands still clasp,
but dare not go further
like a visible hush.
German History Deutsche GeschichteGerman History Deutsche Geschichte3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Die Geschichte der Deutschen - The history of the Germans
5000-4000 BC: Coming from the Caucasus mountains or South Russia, the Indogermanics conquer Europe. Later on they will split up in different tribes: Germanics, Celts, Slavs, Romanics, Greeks, Illyrians, Thracians, Baltics and some more in the middle east. The so called Aryans (old indogermanic for "noble") are also an indogermanic tribe and they conquered the middle east and most of India.
2000 BC: Germanics, Slavs and Celts have still a rather similar culture, they have nearly the same gods, languages and symbols. But soon they will develope own cultures.
1000 BC: The Germanics are now an own ethnicity, they live in South Scandinavia and North Germany. Greek and Roman writers will form the word "Germanen", which was actually the name of a rather small tribe. Ger = spear, Mann = man, the Men with spears.
They have a natural religion and believe in Gods like Odin, Thor, Freia, Baldur, Loki and in mytho
Monty Python and the Twins - 1Ironhide's TaleMonty Python and the Twins - 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ironhide was in the medbay when it started. A loud metallic clank</b> echoed through the hallway outside Ratchets domain, followed by another then another. The old warrior and medic exchanged a glance that left neither the wiser to the commotion, then they both succumbed to curiosity and went to peer out into the wide hallway. What the oil-drenched drain pan? Ironhide exclaimed.
Sideswipe trudged down the large orange corridor pushing a makeshift wheel-cart in front of him, grinning furiously. The cart was shoddily constructed out of rusted junk, barely able to wheel down the level hallway without an audio-twisting number of clicks, squeaks and jitters. Every few astroseconds he would beat an Autobot-sized cowbell and call out. As the red Lamborghini moved closer, Ironhide was able to make out what Sideswipe was chanting.
>CLANK< Bring out your dead!
Just like old timesOkay, first off, this is my first fanfic in about two years so go easy on me here the pairing is SteinxSpirit from Soul Eater. So, if you don't like the pairing(or shonen-ai) then don't read. Obvious ideas. for those of you who do like it, enjoy~!Just like old times7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sempai, Stein began, giving an agitated crank to the oversized screw through his head, would you care to remind me what Im doing here?
Here was, at the moment, in Spirits cluttered muddle of an attic. Mountain ranges of boxes and old keepsake piles rose up in daunting stacks from wall to wall. Dust clung to most of the objects in the room and even seemed to hang onto the air particles. Not to mention that the dissection-happy master was sure her had heard some very large animal (or animals) scurry in the walls naught but a few minutes ago. The place, as a whole, seemed like an area that should be shut away and quarantined as soon as possible.
DefinitionI'm fineDefinition2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not fine, please help me
Enough about me
I'm hiding something
I'm just saying that.
I need you
I'm about to attempt suicide
I'm just tired
I can't take this anymore
I already ate
I can't eat. I want to starve
Don't leave. Care enough to stay.
I love you
You're the one person I trust
I don't love you any more
I do, I just don't want to hurt you.
I've cut, I don't want you to see the scars
I'm better, I promise
I'm the worst I've been, I lied
I want to die
Just one more
I'm not going to stop.
What's Religion got to do with it?I DON'T BELIEVE IN JESUS.What's Religion got to do with it?4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
That being said, I have to admit the recent Justin Bieber You-Tube rap I just heard has many positive messages in it especially the one about being a friend before being a lover.
No one bothers with this important fact which is sad. My daughter is messed up because she puts sexual gratification before being friends and gets hurt over and over again. Though my marriage isn't roses and sweetness 24/7, it is sustaining not empty.
Life isn't perfect, there are things outside our home that stresses anyone; like finances, health, and loss. But if your marriage is strong (and religion isn't a guarantee of that, it certainly isn't in mine) then it will last the test of time. There are always highs and low in any marriage and if you accept that then when you're in a low you know it will get better and move on.
My husband and I never go to bed angry at each other. Sometimes we don't like each other but we're different people....who said we had to be madly in
Must Be An Autobot ThingMust Be An Autobot ThingMust Be An Autobot Thing5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sam could never understand it. He often would return home from school to find Bumblebee already waiting for him in the garage literally rearing to go, it was almost like if the pair did not get to the overlook in that single second, the entire universe would implode. But that was silly. Sam just put it down to Bumblebee just being Bumblebee.
But Bumblebee wasn't the only one.
Ironhide even, could give the young teenager food for thought as the old gruff mech would more then once complain that Annabelle was growing up far to fast, even though the little toddler had just recently celebrated her third birthday. Sara of course would smile and laugh, kindly reminding their big black guardian that not everything could stay young forever, we all had to grow up eventually. Sam merely just shrugged off the thought, adding it to one of the weapon specialist's many weird quirks. Time just moving too fast for him to keep up with. After all, the b