Leslie's BlowupRoger often referred to Leslie as a "living contradiction." She had an outlandishly outgoing and unabashed personality that was far too large for a woman who seemed so delicate and petite in every other way. Her bright, playful smile and twinkling blue eyes only served to add to her air of impishness. Her oversized attitude had been the second thing that had drawn Roger to her; he’d always had a thing for redheads.Leslie's Blowup7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Roger had first met her through his old buddy Harry. Harry and his girlfriend Belinda were planning a surprise birthday party and had invited just about everyone they knew. Leslie was a friend of Belinda’s.
When Roger walked in, Leslie was showing off how well she could blow up balloons. Much to the embarrassment of several men she’d goaded into competing with her, she was easily outpacing everyone. They all watched in disbelief as she picked up one of the brightly colored balloons and blew it up with ease. She took in a deep breath, and it almost looked as
TECH SUPPORT (KARKAT X SOLLUX) PART 2TECH SUPPORT (KARKAT X SOLLUX) PART 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
~after classes that kk slept through~
John: Karkat. Karkat wake up.
Karkat: *wakes up* EGBERT WAHT THE FUCK?
Sollux: *already heading down to the cafe*
Karkat: *sudden realization* EGBERT WHAT TIME IS IT?
John: Umm... like. 11:57.
Karkat: SHIT! GOTTA GO EGBERT. *runs to the cafe*
Sollux: *sitting waiting at the cafe for Kk*
Karkat: *stops running as soon as he sees the cafe* -CAN'T LET THAT FUCKASS KNOW I
ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT ALMOST BEING LATE.- *walks in the cafe and sees Sollux*
Sollux: *looks up from the menu and sees Kk* hey kk
Karkat: HEY SOLLUX. *sits down at the table*
Waitress: *drops off a menu* Here you go sweetheart.
Karkat: SWEETHEART? REALLY? JESUS.
Waitress: U-Um... *walks away quickly*
Sollux: well that wa2 a biit rude kk
Karkat: YOU SHOULD BE USED TO IT. BESIDES I'M NOT A SWEETHEART.
Sollux: yeah well she diidnt know that. anyway2...
Karkat: WELL SHE KNOWS NOW DOESN'T SHE? ANYWAY WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO ORDER?
Sollux: fuck ii dont know kk
Karkat: WHAT'S THIS? SOMETHING CA
I'd Rather You Break Them.Clobber me with sticks and stonesI'd Rather You Break Them.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or with the poison of your tones
for toxic tongues do weaken me
as sure as weapons break my bones.
Dear Real GirlDear Real GirlDear Real Girl4 years ago in Letters More Like This
It's okay if you're holding my hand too tight. It might make me feel that I'm real in this cold and unreal world of yours, full of pain and sadness, so there could be a reason for me to make it warmer and brighter for you. It hurts
breaks my heartto know that you're not happy. Makes me want to do something more than just answering to your letter...
Dear Real Girl
I'll make you feel safe, singing lullabies that I've written for you, with sweet tunes, so you could be sure, while dreaming, that I'm still right here, with you.
'cause I don't want to be just in your dreams.I would keep my eye on you, to make myself sure, that you're okay, that you won't fade away.
If you're awake, try to look into my eyes if you can't remember who you are. Forget sadness. Forget to be sad. Let your happiness free. Don't hold it back.
My pretty Real Girl
There's no need to be afraid, because...
I can't leave you. I've got nowhere to go. And if there could be
Final ThoughtsFinal Thoughts11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could repent my dissent and prevent my descent
but I meant to pretend in the end, it made sense.
But the end should have come a long time ago,
we both just held on, although we both know
that we are no longer two peas in a pod,
two bees with a job, you see it's just wrong.
I can't be the guy who just cheers from the yard,
invite me inside, you'll see it's not hard.
My love was a gift, I gave it to you,
my hopes and my dreams, betrayed them for you.
Yes we are different, from two separate worlds,
with you being highbrow and me being poor.
You told me "no matter, I could care less",
now three years gone, it's all a fair mess.
It really does hurt me, although I can't show it.
I really do love you, although you can't know it.
All that I wanted was more of your time,
I loved being with you relaxed and reclined.
Just hearing you breathe was plenty for me,
but you wanted silence, no petting from me.
I guess in the end all our differences won,
so go with the moon, I'll stay for the sun...
DreamI'm struggling in ignorance,Dream4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to catch those unobtainable answers,
made of denied words...
Never meant to be heard.
Hope lives in a dream,
where I'm standing on the line,
that separates me from a world,
feel sweet lips, covered with unknown flavour,
gently pressing against mine.
This kiss has a relish of farewell
and this taste sticks in my mind,
like a strawberry gum
or unforgettable... innocent smile.
It makes me gasp.
Mad sadness caught in my throat...
sounds like wild and enraged scream,
closed in silence,
locked for eternity...
Meeting EveMeeting Eve10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The alarm rang, its harsh shriek shattering Lucy's uneasy slumbers. Opening her eyes she glanced across at the numbers on the dial. Ten to nine. She read the clock face again. Still ten to nine. With an exhaled profanity she threw back the covers and jumped from the bed. Bare feet hitting cold stone. She glanced wildly around the room for any moderately clean garments and sighting a pair of semi-laddered tights and a black work dress draped rather forlornly over the door handle, she scrabbled to put them on. Glancing over to the clock again Lucy uttered another curse. She was going to be late. She'd have to tell them there was a bomb drill in her building. She wondered briefly if anyone would bother to check up. Probably not.
Once dressed, Lucy made her way into the kitchen, no longer feeling the need for urgency. If she was going to be late she might as well make the most of it.
The apartment was small but adequate; one bedroom, one kitchen and living area, a small bathroom with a sho
CuttingWhy Do You Do It?Cutting6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Leaving Those Scars There,
With Every Single Slit,
On Your Skin So Bare.
Does It Make You Feel Good?
Something That Makes You Smile,
Would You Stop If You Could?
Or Live The Rest Of Your Life In Denial.
Do You Wish To Forget Those Times?
Does It Remind You Of Times To Reminise On?
With Every New Slit Creating New Lines,
Always There Never To Soon Be Gone!
Surely You Must Hate That Reminder,
When You Did That All That Self Pain,
Everyday You Become More Blinder,
With Nothing More To Ever Gain.
Are You Suffering In Silence Alone?
Or Just Scared People Will Think Less?
There's Ways To Stop, You Need To Be Shown,
Sort Your Life Out From This Awful Mess.
So Give Me One Good Reason Why,
You Should Continue Doing It,
Speak Loud And Don't Be Shy,
I'll Hear Out Every Last Bit.
You Are My Friend, One I Love,
I'm Here To Help You All The Way,
In The Right Direction I Will Shove,
Until Our Last Breath And Dying Day!
A DC-VerseA deconstruction, of sorts, of the DC comics universe (before it got all EXTREME and stuff, anyway)A DC-Verse3 years ago in Settings More Like This
In this world, humanity is living through a Promethean Age, in which all things seem possible. Superheroes started showing up in the 1930s, and have increased in number ever since, as simultaneously contact began with multiple alien races and ancient mystic forces awoke from their ancient slumber. Today, there are thousands of superheroes: some having gained their powers through extraterrestrial science, either from aliens or human duplication of said technology: some through the intervention of mystical beings: some through the use of ancient alien super-gadgetry, some through being aliens themselves, and some through the use of the mystic "Mentad" training that allows the unlocking of the true mental potential many humans have ever since the Great Old Ones meddled with the genetics of primordial ape-men. Those are of course only the "proper" superheroes: there are tens of thousands of
CuttingMy thighs were first.Cutting6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then my wrists.
Ripped out at
I ripped them out myself,
if only to avoid
giving others the pleasure.
I ripped them out hard,
if only to teach myself
I deserved it.
I ripped them out
and all the while
I sang to myself,
unable to cry
pain less real.
I joked about them.
I laughed about them.
I smiled about them,
"the stupid emo kid"
and believing it was true.
It was true.
I deserved it.
I needed it.
I craved it.
I wanted it.
I breathed it.
I worshipped it.
I loved it.
And it took me.
it took me.
Into places you can't go without it.
Into places you didn't know existed.
Into places you are afraid to dream.
Into places you never want to leave.
I loved myself. (I hated myself.)
It was so
to be broke
Come Back To Me 1Come Back To Me 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I opened the refrigerator in my home. The burst of cool air was refreshing in the summer heat. I quickly grabbed a bottle of water and a slice of cold pizza. I stood there and ate the pizza slice with the refrigerator door still open, letting the air hit my tanned legs. As I got down to the crust I grabbed another slice and closed the door. I walked over to the garbage can and threw away the crust then made my way to the small table in my kitchen.
"Hello, Haxorous," I sighed at the large green pokemon bending to walk through the back door. I smiled when I thought of all the training Black and I did to take my mind off N. In the process my little Fraxure had evolved. A week after I'd beaten Alder. I didn't have many challengers being Champion and Alder was happy not to be bothered anymore. I remembered what he had just said after I'd beaten him in battle.
"Well it's about time someone beat me," he had laughed, returning his B
CuttingWhat's one cut on your wrist,Cutting10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One lie being told,
One promise being broken,
One life being taken.
Just think of who you're hurting,
It's not just you
It's your friends, family and even enemies.
They all love you,
So why do you feel they don't?
It's not helping anyone,
Not even you!!
So just stop what's killing everyone else but yourself!
In a Bar Around SaturnIn a Bar Around Saturn10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Ho there, astronaut. I hope you don't mind me saying it, but you're the prettiest thing in a Fleet uniform I've seen this side of the belt.
Wait girl, don't run away like that! I don't mean you no harm. With all the radiation I've taken in my day, well, lets just say that isn't what I'm interested in. Sit back down, let me buy you a drink by way of apology. Barbot, a Reactor Fluid for me and - yes? One for the lady, too. That's good, girl, even with all the drugs around today, real astronauts always drink pure, natural, liver-killing alcohol. So it ever was, and so may it ever be. Amen!
You want to hear war stories, do you? Yeah, you read that ribbon right, I did fight in the Trojan War. But I've told those stories a hundred times, and the more I tell them the less you kids enjoy hearing them. Once upon a time they were full of glory and adventure - jacking in and manually flying a missile after an EMP took its brain out! Marines, l
Running out of names?Running out of names?6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This PainTears roll down my face,This Pain11 years ago in Other More Like This
As I cut myself,
To release the pain.
It hurts so much,
But feels so good.
The pain is draining from me,
In drops of blood.
As I watch my pain leave from me,
"How can this be,
That I have so much pain
When I'm only merely 16?".
Then I remember the past that I've had,
Memories of yelling,
all the awful scars.
I've cried too much,
I've hated so many,
That I don't think people will ever get me.
I come back from my world of thoughts
And realize that I've bled too much,
It's all over the counter,
It's becoming messy,
But I don't care.
I just want this pain out of me.
I'm starting to think that I can't go on,
That maybe I should cut deeper
Till there is no more pain or blood,
But then I remember,
That I may have a future.
I'll just have to wait out this pain
And let the blood dry up.
Lover on top of a mountainThey who scale mountainsLover on top of a mountain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
content themselves with the feeling
of love, not confirmed
with action. They can fly the arrow- never mistake- truer
than any romantic. But
height is a lofty mistress, and the
keenness of the wind is
ever seductive, because it whistles
the story clearly that gets
Who -wants- to get mangled?
We are not beasts of burden, even if
we've worn this fur for thousands of years.
To dive from the clean, clean edge into
chaos is unthinkable.
To frolic among the tumbling bodies
and risk trampling and being trampled
is enough to curl back and reach
for the highminded pleasures
Oh, but such a dream
veiling a cliff's face
eventually reveals itself to
appear only to those who
fall from the sky. So the lover
spends all her time devising paths
to those below. She braids the ropes
and drops the chains, even taking a sledgehammer
to the rocks for a perilous winding road
but the danger she
undermines, and it is
few who exceed the intimacy of
and we found...we love like we sin, terrified and breathless.and we found...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we are tea-at-midnight girls, naming constellations
that don't exist after lost tourists we meet on the
street, reminding our freckle covered shoulders
that even beautiful things can be made ordinary.
we are broken fingers and half-closed eyelids and a
penchant for mischief. we are ribbon skin and frantic
desires and incandescent hope. we are a voice spilling
secrets to falling leaves diving after their arachnid brothers,
mimicking the millions before us who were
judged unfairly, unjustly but all too correctly.
we whisper promises to dandelions because they do not
know how to hold grudges and we refuse to die because
the world can not stand the sight of our scars and
cloud-colored eyes filled with a malady called freedom.
we are believers and dreamers and scared to death but we
are not done yet. we are dusty library windows and thunder
raking through bones and leaving eyes glowing, skin shaking,
burning whispers of 'I'm sorry, but this is
51st Century: Part Five51st Century: Part Five3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The drow didn't really photosynthesize of course; that was just Aerie's way of putting it so that even a bufflehead like Imoen could understand. She'd described as almost plant like, but not actually plants. They weren't going to flower or anything. But, they had adapted themselves to survive in space, and one of the ways they'd developed to provide themselves with the energy they needed was to harness light rays, which they could do very efficiently perhaps too efficiently, they hoped. Aerie explained that the drow could survive in Earth's sunlight for a while, but they would soon start to feel sick and need to seek shade. It just went to show that the more complicated the machine, the more that could go wrong with it. Much like Imoen's rifle, which had been accidently reboot and reset to factory settings.
"Thank you for choosing Syracuse Industries model T fifty one B laser bolt rifle," it droned, "remember; if you don't wanna lose, choose Syracuse."
Christmas Aboard The EnterpriseChristmas Aboard The Enterprise2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
We're out in deepest space.
Charting the yet unknown.
Warping around to the distance
Reaches of the galaxy.
And yet some crafty ensign remembered,
Of all things she packed a Tree.
And as I saw the 1st approaching,
I gave permission for it to go up.
Trip got real excited.
Travis prepared some games.
T'Pol researched the history,
And Malcolm didn't even blink.
But then things changed over the coming days.
And suddenly Malcolm had us singing,
Insisting Christmas done the British way,
And Trip yelling the American way.
Somehow they found the middle,
Now the decks are decked with holly,
Carols playing quietly over the tannoy,
And decorations everywhere.
There's even sprouts of mistletoe.
Replicated from the replicator,
Lurking over various doors.
Even on the bridge.
There's tinsel on every work station,
Lights hung around the viewscreen.
Banners high on the walls,
Fake snow everywhere.
Dread to think what Starfleet will say.
Missing home? Lost the plot?
Probably the latter.
But who cares if