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The StormHanna seemed like sunshine and smiles all the time, every day, constantly. Even when things didn't work out as planned {examples including violent ghosts possessing zombies bodies, and clients turning into vampires} Hanna was all smiles.The Storm3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Except, you know, for when he wasn't.
But it was difficult to ever catch him at his lowest points. He was expected to be an energetic, somewhat annoying, insistent redhead with the motivation of a wrecking ball. Therefore, there were few times when he did have to push down the little walls and shelters and find small cracks in the brick in order to breathe, and be a real person, with emotions running the ga
PEPSI SPONSORS ROMANCE "Oh Rick!" Bethany exclaimed. "I am so glad to see you!"PEPSI SPONSORS ROMANCE3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Rick popped open a can of icy fresh Pepsi, appreciating the sound of the carbonated fizzle. "Me too, Bethany. How would you like to share a delicious glass of the world-famous Pepsi with me?"
Bethany looked astonished. "But Rick, it's been seven months since we got the news that you were killed in the war! And besides, my favorite Pepsi product is Gatorade, which offers unique fruity flavors, each one bursting with a surge of electrolytes that'll put any athlete back in the game!"
"Not to worry, my darling!" Rick pressed his index finger across Bethany's supple lips. "I can't get
to be at a choir concert....I am sweating behind the curtainsto be at a choir concert....3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You are leaning against the wall, staring at the stage
She is singing her heart out, accompanied by piano
We are waiting for the roses and applause
You are waiting for your chance to leave your seats
They are analyzing everything, putting a numbered score on our life and soul
Ode to the Ski Mask Ski mask, ski mask. Lovely, lovely ski mask.Ode to the Ski Mask3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Commit a crime and skip the time,
Because nobody saw your face!
Ski mask, ski mask. Darling, darling ski mask.
Made of wool, yet made with love,
Protects your skin from mace!
So won't you buy a ski mask,
(They really are quite fitting.)
And burglarize the house you'd like,
It sure beats baby-sitting!
The words to you4 years ago in Other
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he put the fun in funeralI once knew a man, he called himself Nickhe put the fun in funeral4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But not for too long, and that was the trick.
We met in twelfth grade and within months he'd moved
Went on with my life, and made light of the news.
We had been close friends, but that was long past
I'd forgotten him, and forgotten him fast.
But to my surprise, in my eighty-first year
In my rusted white mailbox, a letter appeared.
When I had arrived in my somber attire,
Each seat was taken, the chapel entire.
I sat near a family whose children were sleeping,
Whose parents could finally tend to their weeping.
I let myself settle, and on Nick's behalf,
From deep in my belly came a hearty la
Pink Envy, Green LoveYou like the color pinkPink Envy, Green Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like the color green
You say pink is for love
I say green is for envy
You gave me a pink rose
I looked at the green thorns
You told me I look beautiful in green
I think you look handsome in pink
You like Saint Valentine's Day
I like Dia de los Muertos
You sing to me in French
I think in Spanish
You love when I wear my hair in a pink bow
I only have green hair ties
You told me you would buy me a prom dress
I said alright, but only if it were green
You took me to the mall
I picked out a pink dress
You asked me "¿Usted iría a la danza conmigo?"
I said "Oui. J'aimerais à."
You wore a gr
The Voice of the Turtle “The voice of the turtle,” he said.The Voice of the Turtle4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
“What?”
Rosco exhaled. “Old Testament. Solomon’s Song. He was going on about all these animals, like birds and foxes and— and turtles. The voice of the turtle is heard in our land.”
Marietta picked at her dress impatiently. “I’m pretty sure they had turtles in biblical times.”
“Talking turtles?”
That shut her up.
WhenWeWereYoungwe were trendy and chicWhenWeWereYoung4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in our old shoes and tshirts
wet hair, flip flops
peddling back from swimming in the rain
at our beach
people stopped and stared
because we were supermodels
and astronauts
and cowboys
and sometimes ballerinas
when we were thirteen
and we were rockstars
in our biker jackets and skinny jeans
and i did your makeup
and you spiked my hair
and we watched slc punk without understanding
and listened to NOFX
and dyed our hair with kool aid, watching late night cartoons
when we were fourteen
and when we were fifteen
we grew apart
we made plans and you broke them
we made promises and i broke them
and i ke
to the people who inspire me,to the people who inspire me,4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
andy, you're nothing but a million dandelions in my yard.
impossible to get rid of, but simply too brilliant to live without.
.
michael, you are something i have never seen before.
i only wonder if you see me the way i do you.
.
will, you are a dreamer. what do you see in your fantasies?
i want to know, i want to know.
.
julian, you're a painting of my wildest dreams come to life.
i love they way you live, even if i'm only watching from afar.
.
jace, you are strong enough to make the world turn a little faster.
i know you have to mine.
.
rob, your sad eyes are beautiful like a rain-swollen lake.
i still see everything in you
The Ares Cup - Round 1The Ares Cup - Round 14 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The Ares Cup
Round 1
Kaise vs. Ydobon
“Oh maaaaaaaan, what the hell did I sign myself up for…” Kaise muttered to herself. The nervous brunette stood by herself at the entrance to the coliseum staring at the line up chart for the contestants. Her teeth were chattering, her hands were shaking, and in the nervous wreck that was her mind she never heard the stocky satyr come up behind her.
“Hey toots, your up.” …No answer.
“Hey, you!” …still no answer.
“HEY. BLUE-EYES. YOU GUNNA STAND THERE ALL DAY?!” His answer was a squeak. Kaise flipped around in panic. Her eyes swiveled left and rig
SHOUT IT OUTSHOUT IT OUT4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
i was asked to do this by a friend, the full and updating version is in my journal
Some of these are taken more or less strait from disturbed-sanctuary's SHOUT IT OUT because I think the same thing. sorry about any spelling of gramer
this is much harder than it looks, but i feel better after writing it. i hop i did you justice disturbed-sanctuary
please if you read this try to do one of your own. you never know how you may help or even save and to save one life is the same as saving the world. thank you
Who am I?
I am too quick to anger and too slow to calm.
I am scared of what would happen if I loss control.
I am not a good person.
I
How the DCA was Made.(29) Gonzales > THE END.How the DCA was Made.5 years ago in Humor More Like This
(29) Gonzales > the censor block got tired so he moved away.
(29) Gonzales > tooot then walked a 5 mile run while streaking.
(29) Gonzales > but we'll call him tooot.
(29) Gonzales > joy-jimmy-tongalong-boy-boy came along.
(29) Gonzales > then, a boy named....uh....
(29) Gonzales > you know what happens next.
(29) Gonzales > everyone ate some.
(29) Gonzales > thats when some guy made some laxitives
(29) Gonzales > yum yum yum yum yum.
(29) Gonzales > so goldilocks ate it.
(29) Gonzales > tower C was just right.
(29) Gonzales > tower B was too cool.
(29) Gonzales > tower A was too hot.
(29) Gonzales > eve
My SomebodyMy Somebody5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sun was setting, and the end of the day drew closer. Just as was the end of summer vacation. No more sleeping in. No more ‘enjoying the day to its fullest’. But when was the last time you had done that?
You sighed. Looking down at the town from the heights of the clock tower always took you to your thoughts.
Seifer and his ‘disciplinary committee’ wouldn’t bug you up here. Hayner, Pence, and Olette were somewhere finishing their summer homework. And you were left by yourself, to dwell in your thoughts and memories. It reminded you of a day like this. What day?
Your mind seemed to hit a barrier. Whe
Heart GrenadeHeart Grenade8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Holding my heart-
you felt it bleed,
pull the pin when
you feel the need,
bleeding in your hands
is this (my) heart grenade,
ticking away from all the problems
that you and I have made,
squeeze it tighter
feel the blood gush out
the closer it is to exploding
with everytime we shout ;
...................................................................................
There goes my heart;
It has just exploded.
Jumi's EssenceThe legends are etched in stone.Jumi's Essence9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one can cry for your injustices.
Just like you can't cry.
They can not without being turned to stone.
But you Jumi are already as such.
Despite your hearts that sparkle.
Without emotions...
You are no better off.
To be blindly murdered for the life you carry.
For another person's deceptive greed.
Yet, the one out of all the Jumi that can change all of this.
Is missing, Lost within the Sea of Dreams.
Their number has dwindled down to near zero.
But one person has stepped up.
An outsider,
And helped the remaining ones.
As the last battle finally concluded.
They along with the last
A Little Mechanical Trouble 1A Little Mechanical Trouble 13 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The echoes from the workshop of the Engineer could be heard all the way in the common room area. He continued to mutter a, "Dagnabbit" before tightening a bolt on the teleporter. Scout, having nothing else better to do, decided to annoy the living hell out of Engie. "Whatcha up to?"
Having been solely focused on mending his battered teleporter, the Texan gave a startled cry upon hearing the young runner and would have jumped out of his seat were there not a good ten pounds of metal and wire in his lap. "Consarnit, Scout, don't do that!"
He shrugged. "What's cooking, Truckie?" He kept his hands in his pockets as he started walking around the
How to Make a Paper FrogHow to Make a Paper FrogHow to Make a Paper Frog3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She broke the paper ring around the bundle of silverware and leaned back in the booth. Glittered turquoise vinyl cast stars around her. She flattened the ring into a strip and began to rub the end with her thumbs to get rid of glue.
"What do you want to do today?" she asked.
"I don't know," I answered automatically. "Whatever you want to do."
She put one pajama-clad leg up on to the table. I handed her the tea bag and mug our waitress had left at the edge of the table. Strip straightened, she folded one corner to the other side, undid it again. Same action on the opposite.
I spread the leftovers of my
That four lettered nameYou and your four lettered name.That four lettered name4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You who keeps people together,
And yet can keep them apart.
You are everything between people,
And families are nothing without you.
You and your supposed uniqueness.
Where I used to see you
only once or twice,
Now I see you every day.
Your name used everywhere,
You've become the talk of the town,
And yet you used to be so shy,
And creep up only now and again.
You sit between two couples,
As they sit in the back,
Whispering to each other,
Using your name,
Your four lettered name.
You and your lovely
little name.
But who are you,
Really?
Are you the imagination,
An object,
A person,
Or
PillsThe taste of copper in my mouth,Pills4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say will make me well,
A taste that I've long known,
Will turn good days into hell,
Perhaps they fix the symptoms,
But never the disease,
Yet alternatives are lacking,
I accept with some unease,
Sometimes one can't help wonder,
Are their intentions really pure?
Is it more profitable to treat,
Or impossible to cure?
Photo of a Toucan “I’ve never seen a photo of a toucan,” Ammery said at last. “Just paintings. And one time I did a puzzle of one, but that was just a painting too. And I was thinking, where did all these paintings come from if there’s like, no photos? Would anyone know if someone had just made a toucan up?”Photo of a Toucan4 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Maybe one person made-it-upped and fool evr’one wif’ his drawings,” the yellow kid said. “-and then evr’one else don’t know he made-it-upped and pretended all like they seen one too, and they start drawing’um.”
That was the most we’d ever heard the yellow kid say! Well, w
Scout's First DayShort Story #32 - Scout's First DayScout's First Day4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Oh my God.
OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod, that guy is dead.
That guy is totally fuckin' dead!
And I killed him.
Beat his stupid ass right in the side'a the head.
Jesus Christ, I killed someone.
With my fuckin' bat! With Kevin's bat. That he gave to me. The Christmas before I was deployed. The /nice/ bat.
My nice-ass fuckin' bat, that now has a dent in it, and blood.
Blood on me, on the floor, on the bat, on everything.
It's messed up, fuck, what am I gonna tell him in my next letter? "Hey, I fucked up that bat you gave me. Yeah, the good one. Beat someone in the head with it until they died. Thanks, thoug
Experimenting with Alcohol “You want to try some? They call it Danish Horse Water.”Experimenting with Alcohol4 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Yuck,” I said.
“What? Oh. Ew. No, it’s because the vets used to give it to the horses during the war. Can’t very well charge the lines with a hurt horse, now could you?”
I couldn’t imagine doing anything with a hurt horse would be very easy, and he seemed to hold himself in an authority of sorts so I had no trouble believing him.
“Pour me a glass,” I said.
Ms Mary SueMy name’s Ms Mary Sue,Ms Mary Sue5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You could say I’m somewhat better than you.
My hair is just like flowing gold,
But of course, I’d rather have mould.
My eyes are of the brightest blue,
Because I’m Ms. Mary Sue.
I’m generous, kind, and sickly sweet,
I know all my txt tlk, slang and 1337,
But I speak perfectly, don’t you know,
I’d rather die than utter ‘Yo’.
All the bishounen bill and coo,
Because I’m Ms. Mary Sue.
Wait wait wait! Don’t yell and flame!
It really would be such a shame,
To annoy someone with über powers,
Who could turn you all into a vase of flowers!
But of course
Sta.sh
