Writers 100 Theme Challenge1] BeginningsWriters 100 Theme Challenge7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
rocknrollaPeople ask the question... what's a RocknRolla? And I tell 'em - it's not about drums, drugs, and hospital drips, oh no. There's more there than that, my friend. We all like a bit of the good life - some the money, some the drugs, other the sex game, the glamour, or the fame. But a RocknRolla, oh, he's different. Why? Because a real RocknRolla wants the fucking lot.rocknrolla6 years ago in Horror More Like This
The damage you had done"I run a mount to meet youThe damage you had done4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I knew the storm had come
I felt the rain on your face
And the damage you had done
I know what you're thinking
This will never be the end
And when the storm is over
You won't see me again
I felt Tempest before I saw her. She wasn't in control of herself, that much was certain. She didn't know the true extent of her powers. I tracked her disorganised thoughts though the city, trying desperately to block out the people around me. The constant background hum of life. I knew I would be too late the moment I felt the first drop of water on the back of my neck but still I ran.
Tempest knew it would be too late too. I could feel her panic. Her frustration. Her guilt. I thought the guilt was the worst until the screams came.
The silent screams. It feels strange to describe an emotion as a scream, but there really is no better way. It was painful. The confusion of the masses. The calm of the insane. The curiousity of the innocent.
I turned the corner and s
365 Things I Love About You365 Things I Love About You365 Things I Love About You6 years ago in Emotional More Like This
1. I love how you always make me smile
2. I love how you always make me laugh
3. I love the way you inspire me.
4. I love how cute and adorable you can be
5. I love the kindness that you show
6. I love how I can always be there for you
7. I love how you can always there for me.
8. I love how you stand up for the things you believe in
9. I love how open-minded you are
10. I love your gentleness with me
12. I love how you take my breath away.
13. I love thinking about you
14. I love how sweet you make my dreams
15. I love hearing your laughter
16. I love it when you smile
17. I love you still when your angry
18. I love you still when your sad
19. I love you still when you're a mess (though you'll always be beautiful to me)
20. I love the way you feel
21. I love the way you hold my hand
22. I love the way you smell
23. I love gazing into your eyes
24. I love the sound of your sweet voice
25. I love how much you've taught me about life and myself
26. I lo
The Goblins of MagoniaIn the trees do they see and watch. Climbing about with tentative claws, and gliding on wings and hollowed bone.The Goblins of Magonia5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They are the goblins, children of the wood spirits, and cunning rivals of the Dwarves.
When seen under the seeping lights of the canopy, they appear like human-bats save their wings reach from elbow to thigh, color ranging from the amber of tree sap, to the green of emerald Spring. Their fur is brown and coarse, like the bark of their patron spirit, and the skin beneath is usually that of pale, clammy greens, such as the roots of saplings. They stand hunched over, like chimps, yet have eyes that glitter with wit and intelligence, their long, three fingered hands able to grip tight to their tools and to their place atop the heights of the forest.
Given knowledge by the Trents, their roots deep within the history of the world, the Goblins craft wonders via the branches, leaves and moss within their homelands, using the power of the Wyrd to forge things of numerous ability. Suc
The Strange Case of Doctor Roger Atkinson ch.1The Strange Case of Doctor Roger Atkinson ch.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Strange Case of Doctor Roger Atkinson
One Man’s Perilous Foray into Human Duality
Chapter 1. Introduction
I was contacted by telephone to confirm the corpse of a deceased man, around 8 PM on Thursday, June 18. Since people had been dying strangely all throughout Leeds that year, he could have been anybody. As I confirmed upon first sight, he was the imminent scholar and biochemist Roger Atkinson. Professor Atkinson had only recently returned from Paris, France where he had enrolled in a last course at Sorbonne. I was both sad and puzzled about his demise. I was sad because I knew him since secondary school and we were friends for a long time. I was puzzled due to his condition. His garments appeared tattered but his body showed no signs of physical violence or struggle.
I arrived at the site of his demise, which was an old public house in the east end of the town, at 8:30. Therein, I met Constable Joseph Wa
Unanimous DeclarationIn Congress, July 4, 1776.Unanimous Declaration5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The Unanimous Declaration of the Thirteen United States of America.
When, in the Course of human Events, it becomes necessary for one People to dissolve the Political Bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the Powers of the Earth, separate and equal Station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent Respect to the Opinions of Mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the Separation.
We hold these Truths to be self-evident, that all Men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness
-That to secure these Rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just Powers from the Consent of the Governed, that whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these Ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or abolish it, and to institute a new Governm
Kingdom of the United States of AmericaKingdom of the United States of America3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Kingdom of the United States of America
Motto: Exitus actus probat (Latin: The ends justify the means)
National Anthem: The Crown and Eagle
Royal Anthem: God Save the King
Capital: Washington, R.C.
Largest City: New York City, N.Y.
Official Language(s): None at the parliamentary level.
National language: English (de facto)
Government: Unitary Parliamentary Constitutional Monarchy
Monarch: Patrick I
Prime Minister: Sir Kenneth Mitchell, OUS (Liberal Party)
Upper House: Senate
Lower House: House of Commons
Independence: from United States of America
Declared: July 4th, 1784
Recognized: July 4th, 1785
Current Constitution: February 22nd, 1790
Total: 9,826,675 km2
Water (%): 6.76
2035 Estimate: 375,000,000
Currency: United States Dollar ($) (USD)
Time Zone: UTC -5 to -10
Summer (DST): -4 to -10
Date formats: m/d/yy, dd/mm/yyy
Drives on the: right
Internet TLD: .us .gov .mil .edu
The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan: A reviewTolkien is renowned for his work on the world of The Lord of the Rings and I never thought he had a rival. When Jorden was penned by the New York Times (at least according to the blurb I read) ‘to dominate the world that Tolkien began to reveal’ I was sceptical. Still, I read on.The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan: A review5 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The Eye of the World is the first out fourteen books (fourteen!) by Robert Johnson (the last three also partly written by Brandon Sanderson, which gave me a positive sign here!) in the Wheel of Time series. Set in a large fictional land, where ages rise and fall, legends pass into myth then forgotten about only for ages to return again, it follows (for the most part) Rand al’Thor, a normal sheepherder in Emmond’s Field who lives a simple life with his father Tam. However, the arrival of four guests for a festival to their town, including a lady and her protector, seems to start a series of events. Trollocs invade and attack the town, revealing the lady to be Aes Sedai Moraine, one who c
Just Walk Away...I woke slowly, not wanting to let go of the dream that held me close, blowing soft breath into my fur. Finally, I couldn't fight it anymore, and opened my eyes, expecting to see an empty space where he had lain, just like every time before. But instead, I looked into a pair of indescribable eyes, glittering with amusement, and a faint undefinable something that he would never explain, and I would never bother asking him to.Just Walk Away...3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why are you still here?" I asked, confused, and faintly hopeful. "I expected you to be gone before first light, like always."
He chuckled. "I would have, but you seem to have wrapped yourself around me. Every time I tried to move, you held on tighter and starting growling." He pointed down to where I did indeed have one of my legs folded over his, and even my tail was lightly draped around him. Reluctantly, I released him, knowing he would leave when I did, but still hoping he would stay.
He sat up and reached under the bed, collecting his clothes. Somehow they alw
FreedomDeep in the woods there sits an old broken cabin. Barely able to stand against the forest roots. The windows boarded shut to keep unfortunate souls out. Yet its wooden doors hanging open on the hinges asking to be discovered. As the wind makes it creak back and forth. Some place farther there is an orphanage for the terribly ill. Where a young frail albino girl mourns for her freedom from the prison of the sick.Freedom2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Here she is now on a rocking on a rocking chair. Sitting in front of a broken window, watching the better privileged kids play on the blacktop. Her red eyes drift up to see the rust covered playground. The mossed chains of the swing sets rattle together in sync with the sound of the howling wind. Signs lead to a rain storm.
Later in time, the girl is now seated on the edge of the bottom of a creaky metal bunk bed. Just staring down and listening to the sounds of rain hitting the window o so forcefully. But there, on the bunk bed next to hers, lies a blonde teenage
Sci-Fi vs Fantasy. A battle of the idea's!Fantasy - magic and/or supernatural creatures and/or a made-up worldSci-Fi vs Fantasy. A battle of the idea's!2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Science fiction - advanced technology, space, science. (usually set in the future)
Now let me tell you I love both of these, and I will EXPLAIN (I need to stop doing this) why.
Like I said about Fantasy and Sci-Fi in previous deviations, I find both franchises to have potential still locked within them.
The world of science fiction and fantasy is rich and varied. Often lumped together under the catchall term "speculative fiction," these two distinct genres encompass a number of sub-genres. Many who don't read sf/f are unaware that the two though close kin are very different. This is what happens when you have half a brain in science and smash it together with what is supposedly physically possible to the human mind. Sci-Fi righters pride themselves with the ability to apply science to there stories, so that they can be explained with math and physics. Of course there have been cases were someone doesn't explain anythi
the god that was never therethe god that was never there3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i watched a man speak once. he told of the stars, planets, and people- and how they all came to being. some people say a picture is worth a thousand words, but no one ever gives the worth of words that create images. he created images of blackness- of a non-existent identity.
he told me about the birth and made very clear that it was the only beginning that ever really existed. he said, "the creation of something is the start- and nothing happens before the start. there is no god to shoot a gun or shout, 'go'". there was no time- and time is really the only living thing to this very day.
my head collapses inwards- my eyes explode with small white lights and swirling colors.
i have seen people wearing beige sweaters and carrying meaningless charts, and they always seem to win at life. i see you become one of these people- your dreams are rotten, and your hope is only there as a survival tactic. i used to think that i knew you, and you told me what you thought right.
you spoke about life
Window to Another WorldThere was no logical explanation for the window. There was no magic in the world that would allow such a thing to exist.Window to Another World3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And yet it did.
Alice had found it the moment she stepped into her room. It was a bit hard to miss, being the only large round window in the house. It appeared to be a normal window, if now a bit odd for the shape, until the fifteen year old girl looked through it.
The view from that particular window didn't show the forested backyard like all the other windows on that side of the house. Instead, it showed a view from out of a fairy tale. There was a Cinderella-esque village with an elegant pale castle rising on the edge of the horizon.
The first time Alice had seen it, she had stayed frozen in shock for a few moments, convinced it was all an illusion. But no, the people down in the street continued on with their lives, as the most likely did all other days of their year.
It became a regular hobby of hers, watching them. It gave her a chance to escape her own nightma
Valentines Day1/5/11Valentines Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was Valentines day. Wilhiem stood in front of the store window, looking at cards and candy on display. Alisabeth would have loved to receive something like this. She would have been in awe at all the holidays humans celebrated. When they were married, the only holidays were Christmas and All Hallows Eve. Unless you counted the pagan solstices. She had died long before they made other holidays. He sighed softly, his mind wondering to memories of her.
The first time he had seen her, he had been intrigued. So he had gotten position as a lord, and began courting her. What made it a big deal was that he was a council member. Until that point, council members had not openly considered marriage to a human. The most they did was a one night stand, and than to abandon the child. Wilhiem had not wished that to happen. He had seen the result of it, in small settlements of exiled offspring, most left without mother or father. It was no wonder they turned into dark fae.
OCD for DummiesCHAPTER 1: IS OCD FOR ME?OCD for Dummies11 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
OCD, otherwise known as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, is a suitable condition for those who have problems organising, cleaning or counting. OCD benefits these people, in that it helps them become more organised and clean, and eventually improves counting skills, which is good for those interested in Mathematics. Mothers around the world today praise OCD in turning their grotty teenage children into 1950s housewives in a matter of weeks. If you have a messy, disorganised house, then OCD is for you.
CHAPTER 2: HOW DO I GET OCD?
OCD results in a lack of seratonin production in the brain. Seratonin is found in bananas, so if you wish to get OCD end the consumption of all bananas as soon as possible. If you have a passion for bananas, and can't give them up, don't worry. People with OCD often get eating disorders, so you won't crave them for long. If you are trying to give OCD to your pet monkey, this can be somewhat problematic, but it is possible to trick the mo
The Passionate Angel - Part 1The Passionate AngelThe Passionate Angel - Part 17 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The stars glittered across the night sky as the lunar light shined down upon Jacob and Angelica. They were sitting atop the peak of Beacon Hill on the soft, cool grass. It had grown colder since they first got there a half-hour ago which is why Jacob had his jacket wrapped around Angelica in addition to his own arms. It was silent since people rarely traveled this area which gave the couple the privacy that they so desired.
Stop that, said Angelica, giggling as Jacob nibbled gently on her neck. He slowly moved up her neck, kissing her neck as he rose and began nibbling gently on her ear. I said stop, she said again, still giggling. Jacob stopped and let his head rest beside Angelicas, his arms still holding her tightly in his arms. There was silence for a few seconds and then Angelica turned her head to face Jacob.
Napoleon BonaparteThere he is, his majesty, in all his glory. The emperor of France and of my heart He just came back from Russia and he's announcing the new strong alliance to Russia. Russia is going to help make alliances and take over Europe.Napoleon Bonaparte9 years ago in Humor More Like This
"I will become Emperor of the world! France will be the capital and the place I will rule from! The whole world will be ours and they will all want to be France! France will rule over the rest of the world!" a roaring cheer broke out all around me, and I was the loudest. Not only did I scream my joy to the news and my loyalty to Napoleon and France, but my love for him. My undying love for him. Unlike that Josephine who had him and couldn't even give him a child. That whore who opened her legs for all nobility and already had children couldn't even produce an heir. She was rotten to the core and it must have finally affected her physically. Then there's that archduchess Marie Louise of Austr
FreedomWhat is freedom?Freedom3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Freedom is being able to do whatever you want, without gaining any undesirable effects.
Freedom is a simple paradox, something impossible that we constantly seek. Is freedom that is constrained still freedom, or is it imprisonment?
If we live within a world with a free-market, although we could buy and sell whatever we want, those who make, who work for others have no freedom, they are forced to work tirelessly or face death, they are slaves of the rich, as what we would become. Whereas in a communist society, there is forced equality, you do not have the opportunity to rise above others or fall below others, you are stuck inside of a equilibrium. With laws, we can punish those who do wrong, but with laws comes the opportunity for injustice, without justice, there is no injustice. In a world without laws, we do not have the freedom of luxury, to relax inside of laws, as life would be a constant battle to survive, as it is now in lawless countries.
We are irrational cre
Blue Revolution: Professor OrwellBut who would be that person to step up to the challenge. The answer lays in a classroom in New York University the man, Professor of History John Orwell.Blue Revolution: Professor Orwell5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Born John Fredrick Orwell on April 7th 1892. He was born into a family of farmers in upstate New York, he stayed until he was 20 when he decided to travel to Syracuse to attend university in hopes of becoming a professor. But 5 years into university he was drafted into the Army and was sent to the western front to fight with the French and English. During a battle he was shot in the shoulder and was sent to an infirmary, there he met a French solider who gave him a book, the solider said nothing and walked away. Orwell was confused but he looked at the book and took a slight interest in it. Orwell could speak and read French and say what the title was “Manifeste du parti communiste,” otherwise known as “The Manifesto of the Communist Party.” He had heard of communism before but never took the time to learn of
Learn to loveLearn to love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She collapsed onto the bed beside him, her head resting in the hollow below his shoulder. Her legs bent, lifted from the bed as she sighed. His arm wrapped around her, holding her safely against him. She smiled, looking up at him as he spoke, his hold tightening occasionally as they lay together. She'd always loved when they could do this. Lay on his bed together and forget the world while they shared their problems.
They understood each other; their words, their actions. It all made sense in a way neither could comprehend and neither would give up. She rolled, curling into his body as they continued to talk, relaying their days, as was usual for the two. Not able to help herself, she smiled and kissed his cheek gently before nuzzling into his neck.
He chuckled but leaned into the touch, resting his lips against her hair as she stayed curled into his body. They continued to lay in silence after they'd finished purging their emotions, content to lay in silence, the last words they'd spo
Mississippi LifeMy Early MemoryMississippi Life11 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't like the Mississippi earth. It was red, not brown, like earth was supposed to be. It seemed parched and crumbly, not sodden and soggy. However much I tried to kick it off, it clung defiantly to my new Barbie boots. Even the walk down our drive had ruined them.
The school bus waiting outside our gate was yellow and American. I clutched my sister's hand as she climbed on, dragging me behind her. The other children returned my frank gaze. I had never been to school with boys before.
I can't remember the bus drive through the Mississippi sunshine to Park Elementary School, Oxford. I have a vague recognition of a flag drooping in the stuffy air, and wondering why it was not flapping. Flags always flap in London, I thought with disdain. Once inside we were shown to our classrooms by a tall girl with a swishing blonde ponytail and sparkly blue brac
My Really Long Webcomic GuideMy Really Long Webcomic Guide5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Jenny's Really Long Webcomic Guide
I have been getting quite a few emails and questions about starting up your own webcomic, so I decided to compile all the articles I'd written before into this one comprehensive guide.
This massive wall of text has several sections:
- How to start
- Getting the story started
- Readership & research
- The Internets!
These are my own guidelines, based on my own experiences, and these are my solutions to the problems and issues I have encountered along the way. This is not necessarily the one true way. There are probably many different solutions to any problem. And a bajillion books on this very subject too. But regardless of what I have to say, do what works for you!
So take your bathroom breaks now, because you'll be here for a bit! Sit tight and enjoy my blathering!
Part One: "How do you start a webcomic?" A Short Question... with a big, long, friggin' answer.
Okay, a l
How to be a True Fan1. Merch Does the object of your obsession have merchandise? Yes? Good. Make it your job to own every available piece of it. If you don't own every piece of available merchandise, you aren't complete. In fact, you won't have a functioning life because there will be a large gaping hole in your chest where that missing merchandise should be. The hole will be so mind-rendingly large that your mother, your best friend, your car, your dog, not even your smoking hot girlfriend will be able to fill. Also, the hole and stinking lumps of meat that surround it will be gradually eaten by the nastiest of flies until you do find something to plug it up with.How to be a True Fan5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
And cement will not work.
Make it your job to become a next-gen treasure hunter and send yourself on a never-ending quest to acquire all existing bits of said merchandise to plug that hole before the fly eggs do. Yes, even the Japan-release only ones.
2. In the Beginning A true fan must also have been alive wh