A Show for the Viewers I dont think this story is very good, Rachel said to Firingwall firmly as she read his newest story over his shoulders, You are just rehashing the old transformation and it isnt as interesting as the original one was.A Show for the Viewers4 years ago in Humor More Like This
I dont need to hear this from you! Firingwall said to her as he worked on the computer, Speaking of, why are you reading over my shoulder and why are you reading that story in particular? It isnt targeted towards you.
I know that, she said, I just like reading your stories and I am reading over your shoulders because you wont le
Fox girl tgTim yawned, and sat up in his bed. Instinctively he reached a hand down. Man, that was a weird dream last night. I thought I turned into a Pikachu girl, and Kairi tried to make me a full girl, he says rubbing his head, That was weird, at least I seemed to keep some of my manliness. He sits there, scratching, and thinking of what to do for the day. Just then Kairi walks into his room. Good morning, sunshine, Kairi said happily, You were so much fun last night. But you were still too rough, and demanding. I like my girls to be more submissive to me. Wait, what? Hold on, that wasnt a dFox girl tg4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Tarja Turunen TGTarja Turunen TG1 year ago in Settings More Like This
I was walking home from a superb performance from Nightwish on their final tour together. I had spent months saving up enough money, even finding random jobs that I could do just to get a little extra cash. It was so worth it. The band were excellent, easily my favourite gig of all time.
However, I was very disappointed with the seat that I got, I wish I'd saved up enough money for a standing seat near the front. My seat was quite far back so that I couldn't see my favourite singer, Tarja Turunen. Her voice was incredible but she was also incredibly good looking. She was one of those people who was just perfect in every way. She had looks, f
Asian Sky: A PoemAsian Sky: A Poem2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
but never tense
with a daze
almost of cream
the caress of you
is but a dream
Sultry, but cute
at the very same time
the bells shall surely chime
Every so often
a bountiful pair
but you timelessly have
soft, silky hair
I see that smile
I hope that you
will stay a while
As I finalize
I sincerely don't mean
to steal some words from Vai
I too wish
to be alive
in an Asian Sky
Helena Bonham Carter TGHelena Bonham Carter TG1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Hi. I'm Mitch. I'm 19 and have dirty, thick blonde hair.
It was just a random saturday night when it happened. There was nothing on TV so I went rooting through all of my DVDs trying to find something to watch. Most them were pretty poor or one's that I'd seen so many times, then I came across something. It was a DVD of Sweeny Todd that my sister had gotten me for my christmas a few years ago. It had a note on it.
"This should give you a new lease of life. Merry Christmas, Nina xxx"
I thought that I might as well watch it seeing as I had nothing else so I turned on my DVD player and put it in. The menu came up and, as it began to start, I
Heart So DamnedHeart So Damned5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stabbed by the pressures of a heart so damned
Release me from the grasp of your grin
Capture the holiness of my needs
Retake what was lifted of this broken mirror
Back luck is coming to take a 2nd step back
Above the obvious and underneath human flesh
Lies nothing but bashful insecurity of young soul
And as I trickle my blunder into my own painting
Dazing into the fall of its rupture
I exist on my own two feet
With out a doubt I can make this break
Quitting at this intention wouldnt make a variation
to the ending of this tale
Standing in front of the shadow that dares me to back off
Regain my trust and see to make
The EnlightenmentThe Enlightenment2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you lie to me?
I imagine you do so because I do therefore you lie because I lie.
But I can't live with it.
I can't live with myself.
I can't live with whatever this is.
I need it to change and I need to be different.
I need to go to sleep
I don't dream.
Every time I wait.
I sit gullibly like some new sort of outcome will burst into fruition.
I'm realistic and I can't live in this stupid fantasy world that makes me question why.
"Is this even worth it"
I need to be different.
I can't keep sitting idly by thinking about some sort of panacea that will solve the problems I have myself.
As if knocking out two birds with
Louie in the SkyLouie In The Sky (With Petticoats)Louie in the Sky4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
copyright 2000 by Giselle
Maybe itll be an Olympic sport someday, Lou said with a grin.
Now youre just being silly, Bonnie replied, a coy smile on her face. Blanket toss is just something my friends and I like to do to pass the time. You ought to try it someday. I know youd get a charge out of it.
Well, at the risk of sounding like a chicken or some other flightless bird I think Id prefer to keep my feet on the ground.
Okay, just tell me if you change your mind, Chicken Little. Bonnie was a nonstop tea
Coinsurers Of EmbittermentCoinsurers Of Embitterment2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You claim you're one of us
Say you are with us
Say you fight for rights because you believe
Yet you try to poison us
Try to make us feel bad for who we love
How we love
That we love at all
You tear us down while at the sametime claiming that you are one and the same
That you are part of a beautiful rainbow
That you try to ensnare and make bare
That you contrive to derive the meaning of
The feeling of
Playing love games is what you say you're doing
Telling lies is what I say you're doing
Destroying lives is what I claim you're doing
Amusing yourself with your petty wor
For the First TimeWe're standing facing each other. We're in my bedroom. You rub your hands up along my arms and shoulders, gently but firmly, and you lay your palms against my throat. Then you wrap your fingers around the sides of my neck and throat for a second -- and I submit, I surrender to your hands -- and you run your fingers up into my hair against my scalp. You are holding me now by my hair. I'm rubbing my hands across your stomach and chest and shoulders and arms -- I love touching your body so much.For the First Time1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You say to me, "Take your clothes off," as you start to pull the hem of my top up. T
Vanulust: the raw planover the course of just a few days of being with Vanu and Francis, Loruxula started to enjoy being on Earth. things are much nicer on this world than Hell for her. like Vanu, she learned to disquise herself as a mortal human. in that state, she lacks the tail, wings, and hair-horns. Loruxula can change her skin tone to look more pigmented like a human. she likes to wear normal human clothes, which were hard for Francis to buy because of the economy. on the first day of being at the house, like Vanu, Loruxula ate ALOT of food. Francis assumed that it was just a natural thing when spirits transfer to Earth.Vanulust: the raw plan2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Vanu started using Francis's compute
Demon loverz part 8"Are you . sure this is a good idea?" asked Emilio inquired inquisitively. "We've been looking for days but we just can't find that portal. Who knew that finding an entrance to hell could be so diffucult?" They had been searching for several days. They had already looked in the closet, under the bed, and at the convenience store. Where else was there to look?Demon loverz part 82 years ago in Drama More Like This
"There's only one other it could be .." the determined Top said. " San .. Francisco!!!"
"Noooo!" shouted Emilio! "Not . There??!!!???"
"Yes." Said Top. "There."
"You mean .." said Emilio. "There!"
Top nodded and they got on the plane. Then the stewardess cam
Screw ItScrew it.Screw It2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You and your words.
Can't get a breath,
On your words.
They still reach me,
I hear them.
There they stand,
Daggers into my heart,
As stupid as that sounds.
Rain falling in my face,
You tell me you need to find yourself.
And we need a
My best friend in the world
You left me there in the rain
Tossed aside like so much trash.
You won't look at me
Talk to me
Listen to me.
When you do look,
Your eyes look through me.
It's time to look.
See what you are leaving behind.
Not that I'm the best,
But I care.
And I will always be here.
Even as you walk away
Ode to my HatIn the small hours of the morning when I awakeOde to my Hat2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Groggily from my deliciously warm bed,
I pick you up quickly off the shelf,
Soft and worn under my hands,
A fuzzy comfort, and then plop you
Unceremoniously onto my head.
Less than a year old, but very well loved.
You were a gift from a practical aunt to a practical me.
Your lined brim is bent and crooked like a tired old man,
Frayed a bit under the dingy band,
A veteran of many long days.
Dents appear in places where they shouldn't,
Weird bends materialize on the top,
Evidence of being sat on and shoved in tight places.
A regal gray, rigged in your elegant corduroy style,
Tes Is From...I am from hand-me-down clothes, from Subway and MY personal sandwich.Tes Is From...2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I am from many houses, trailers, and apartments, but hardly any of them were ever a home, until recently.
I am from the neanthebella palm I had in fifth grade for a science project, the feel of bark under my hands as I climb a tree in front of the library.
I am from sending off balloons into the air to remember Grandma, and green/hazel eyes, from Darlene Stone and Joe Ramos, my grandma Santos, but also Atrus and Aine Winklebleck.
I am from apologizing for everything, and giving in to no one.
From "I'll tell you when you're older", but also, "Goodnight, sweet dreams, I
ImpatientWaiting impatientlyImpatient3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for when I can
make him growl again
and he can
make me sing.
The wait is over.
I'm not a demon, just BlessedBlessed rode on. She wasn't even really flying anymore. In reality, she was on auto pilot, drifting above the trees. And why not? Nobody wanted to be near her anymore. Not with the mark of Raven upon her. The worst thing? She always knew. She could Feel it on them. The hate, the mistrust, the fear. They had good reason. A daughter of both Mother Wolf and Grandfather Raven? Unheard of. They wanted nothing to do with her. She had no reason to be alone. Many of the lone wolves would open their dens to her if need be, and she was welcome in any nest where a raven or crow resided. But she wanted trust and acceptance from the real world. True, sheI'm not a demon, just Blessed3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Music That Won't Be CagedI praise Maya Angelou,The Music That Won't Be Caged3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For she was the bird that would not be caged.
She knew how one will sing.
Sing-song, music, lifts me up.
Music, lilting between the bars,
For music will set the caged bird free.
While that great poet was the bird within,
I strive to be the music throughout.
I am the music that cannot be caged.
Give me a tune,
I'll sing you a song.
I won't lie, I'll just make it all up.
Free music, I will sing of it all.
Space and time and love,
The world sings it every day,
Hour, moment, and with every breath.
Let the lilting poems of the Earth drive you.
Be inspired, in tune, inflamed, enraged!
I AM the music that won
CrossroadsAt a crossroads,Crossroads3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You beckon me.
Bring me gently to my knees,
And I am,
Lost for words, so,
So lost in love,
And I am,
12 Days of Gamer Christmas1 "Nat." D2012 Days of Gamer Christmas3 years ago in Humor More Like This
2 Old WoD game books
3 scheduled LARP games
4 ST's planning
5 bottles of Dew
6 fruity Blood Elves
7 angry tanks
8 confusing dungeons
9 off-topic convos
10 pizza boxes
11 PVP deaths
12 backup character sheets
Blessed Earns Her WingsBlessed sinks to her knees in the snow. Why now? Why her? What can he possibly want? The harsh voices are not only surrounding her, but they have crept into her very bones. Her frame vibrates with the resonance.Blessed Earns Her Wings3 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Get out! Get out of my head! I am no child of yours, so what right have you to follow me? To sneak into my head, and have your minions pester me? What do you want with me!?" Blessed yells this into the trees, the multitude of crows perched there seem to shudder. All of the voices inside and outside of her head become a voice.
"Finally you pay attention. I wouldn't have to be so persistent if you hadn't fought so hard. You say you a
blessed-be-wolfie+kNoBtUrNerI look at you,blessed-be-wolfie+kNoBtUrNer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You face lit up by the lights reflecting from the many Christmas trees,
Red, yellow, green, blue.
I live for days like these.
Hand in hand,
Walking through the lit up park in the California cold.
A smile plays about our faces,
We cherish this time together.
Past yelling vendors, cups clinking for many charities,
We are lost in each others voices.
In the diner,
Faces fully illuminated,
We share a laugh,
These six months together,
Seems a lovely eternity.
Fingers wrapped around frosty glasses,
And entwined in each others fingers.
I look forward to every single day,
Knowing that I am to spend it with y
Made With MadnessTrippin' down a windin' forest path,Made With Madness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frost covers the ground.
A brisk Samhain eve.
Every shadow in the dusk,
Methinks it best ye pray,
To the gods blessed upon thine tongue,
That all ye may meet be the gentle Fae.
Upon the hill, ye see a shadow.
Caught by fears, ye flee.
Wind rushin' past ye.
In your path, a good ways off,
A smilin' cat awaits ye.
"Good morrow, fair traveler.
An' where be it ya seek this fine Samhain?"
To scared to speak,
Ye gape at this fine specimen,
His mouth full o' teeth.
They shine in the light o' the settin' sun.
"Tis early yet, my friend.
Join us in yonder safe fortress; break yer fast am
Puppeteer Puppet Re-workedHidden in darkness,Puppeteer Puppet Re-worked4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His voice in the distance,
Floating ominously behind the flats,
To land in a crescendo at my ears.
Closer, closer, closer.
Strings yanked back yet again.
"Walk this way,
Act this way,
Work like me."
Hoop after hoop,
Controlled in every way.
How long will it take for the strings to finally snap?
My puppeteer is a but puppet of his own devices.
Tangled within the strings of his own actions,
Young and alone.
Tosses us about like the extra weight we are.
Our hard work and dedication,
Crumpled under his criticisms.
Although we strive to rise within his eyes,