LookingLooking12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
LOOKING WHERE I DAREN'T, SEEING WHAT I MUST
At least everything had been cleared out of the room by then.
All the forensic equipment and the evidence markers and the yellow tape, all the police and the government agents and the reporters—oh, the reporters and the endless questions they'd asked about everything in the room.
The room was silent, now, a dead chamber full of books and curiosities, statuary and bricabrac. Full of things but completely devoid of sound, of movement, of life.
The lighting remained the same, the colours, the textures, the smells. The lamps still glowed, the soft blue light still diffused from the huge tank of water that dominated one wall. The windows still admitted muted sunlight, the kind you found in old bookstores and antique shops. A warmth remained there, but it was distant, the warmth of something that had sat in the sun and had only just been brought into darkness. The scent of old things, the scent of time and dust and books, of wisdom
The Official Ode to the ForumsThe Official Ode to the Forums11 years ago in Ballad More Like This
I can't stand to see another thread,
beating a horse that's already dead.
Do you like "s3ks" and what does art mean?
A poorhorse cult for illiterate teens.
The forum descriptions must be Greek,
or maybe the newbies only read 1337.
The Welcome Center to get a tour.
Thumbshare Forum for commentwhores.
'Deviator' no longer exists
(The Forum's still there 'cause jark insists)
Don't post there- it's useless you know
Read the thread that tells you so.
Elite ForumWhores: they're better than you.
Accept it now you know it's true;
If you see a lot of the Blank Stare guy
stupidity is the reason why.
For those with a brain that can't be found
watch out for curran if he's around.
With legendary wit and sarcastic replies
he cleans up the forums (or at least he tries).
We interupt this poem to distinguish
that "kewl" and "k@wa1i!!1!1" are not English.
If those are in your vocabulary
please buy yourself a dictionary.
Do you think you are a squirrel
instead of a normal boy or girl?
Dear TeddyTeddy, I've been bad againDear Teddy7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mommy told me so
I'm not quite sure what I did wrong
But I thought that you might know
When I woke up this morning
I knew that she was mad
Cause she was crying awful hard
And yelling at my dad
I tried my best to be real good
and do just what she said
I cleaned my room all by myself
I even made my bed
But I spilled milk on my good shirt
When she yelled at me to hurry
And I guess she didn't hear me
When I told her I was sorry
Because she hit me awful hard, you see
and called me funny names
and told me I was really bad
and I should be ashamed
When I said, I love you Mommy
I guess she didn't understand
Cause she yelled at me to shut my mouth
or I'd get smacked again
So I came here to talk to you
Please tell me what to do
"Cause I really love my mommy
and I know she loves me too
And I don't think my mommy means
To hit me so hard
I guess somtimes, grown ups forget
How really big they are
So Teddy, I wish you were real
and you weren't just a bear
Then you could h
Ghostly ChildGhostly Child11 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
It couldn’t have been a more beautiful night to walk among the stars.
Vivi and Lewis were out on one of their nightly strolls, the air beneath their feet just another walking surface to them, as the world below them continued to move on without them. Lewis had taken one of Vivi’s arms into his, his back straight as his built chest was puffed out like a proud ghost should be.
Vivi walked next to him, dressed in a dark-blue trench coat and silky gloves for the somewhat chilly night, her hair pulled back into a small ponytail, as silver skulls dangled from her earlobes. Her eyes were closed in thought at the moment, a warm, comforting smile holding her lips together to create a tranquil face for the lovely lady of the mansion.
It had been 3 years since the two were officially wed, as official as it could get for a ghost and a human, and since then the two had lovingly lived in Lewis’ mansion. Arthur, who was welcomed with open arms to join them, had held off from staying
Ever Beating Chapter 23Ever Beating Chapter 231 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Slowly but surely, Lewis felt himself starting to come to in the midst of his coffin. He opened his eyes, staring at the black lid of his light-devoid sleeping quarters. Man, what a dream. He’d have to tell Amethyst about it and-
Memories soon flooded into his skull, remembering the fight Vivi and him had, almost killing Arthur, leaving for the caves, destroying Jett, the fight… He frowned in his mind, feeling very sorrowful at the moment for Amethyst. What did she mean by her words? Was she really…? Lewis shook his skull, having to sort that out later.
Right now he had to get some answers. Namely, how long he had been out. With that in mind Lewis put his hands on his coffin lid, pushing it open as light streaked in.
He hesitated for a second before sliding the lid back, floating a few steps out and into a new room. It looked like a cheap motel room, with luggage, clothing and tools strewn aside everywhere. A closed window was next to his propped up
The Lyrebird and Writing DeskThe Lyrebird and Writing DeskThe Lyrebird and Writing Desk10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a frightening lung,
a not-quite-natural red swell beneath feathers,
that grates like a shaken sack of nails.
This bird is a chameleon
of voices, modulating its shriek
to whatever frequent note might rise
through the trees. Today
its cry has become the gargle
of splinters and split wood:
the chainsaw's growling melody.
In my own climate, adapting
to the shift of pages and their stains,
my voice strains; I almost crow.
Metal Gear SolidMetal Gear Solid10 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
METAL GEAR SOLID
EXT. SKY OVER HIMALAYAS - TWILIGHT - NIGHT
A semi-futuristic transport plane streaks high over the
mountains at a very fast speed. We see it from many
angles, especially the decal on the tail that reads
FOX-HOUND with a fox holding a combat knife in its teeth.
Nobody Liked The MothNobody Liked The Moth9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Nobody Liked the Moth
For Siân, for Art and for Acquired Tastes.
I love you all.
Staggering through his studio like a penguin avoiding the cracks Arvo Tikk announced his return by belching loudly and falling on a little toy telephone with wheels, rather than the sofa he'd intended to land on.
"Fuck!" he bellowed. "Fuckin' fuckin' fuck arse bollocks!"
Upstairs, Meredith groaned and stuffed a pillow over his head. Arvo had obviously been drinking again.
"S'no good! I'm gonna hafta kill myself!" Arvo slurred, levering himself up and depositing his bulk on the arm of the sofa, then toppling over onto the cushions. Meredith ignored him. "You'll have to as well, obviously! No use just me goin'. That'd be pointless."
"I got a gun! We'll do it properly this time. It's got bullets and a trigger and all that malarky. Bang, bang, thud, thud, end of matter!"
Meredith took the pillow off his head with a grunt and donned his dressing gown. "Arvo, we
Grain of SandGrain of Sand10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't cry
My tears are dry
Grains of sand
In an ancient ocean
The scent of despair
Clings to my hair
My skin, my hands
I touch but feel empty.
The ground shakes beneath my feet
Along with my deafening heartbeat
A tattoo of a thousand wardrums
Pounding in my head.
Can I trust you when
I'm on the ground again
The heat coming from the mud
Blazing in my skin
I can't let you win...
apples, dammitThe Big Secret to Learning How to Draw:apples, dammit7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
In the Beginning... You see an apple, and you draw an apple. You look at your drawing, and it's utter crap. It looks nothing like the real thing, and you wonder why. "Hey, a real apple is red and round. My drawing is red and round. Huh. What's wrong?"
You draw some more apples. Many times.
And finally, one day, you have a Eureka! moment. You realize, *d'oh!* a real apple isn't entirely round! It's wider at the top, narrower underneath. It's got funky little lumps at the bottom. It's got a dip like a crazy deep belly button at the very top. You draw another apple. The result is better, but it's still crap. Much nicer crap than before, but still.... Hmm.
You draw more apples. Repeat.
Another day of drawing, another Eureka! moment. Hello! The red isn't really red. This particular apple is slightly darker than true red. And it's got some tiny tan spots on it. And at the top, the red turns into a pale green color near the stem. You draw an apple once
Attention SeekingBollocks to the lot of you! This is my new hat!Attention Seeking9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it looks exactly like your old hat, Charles.
It's my new hat! It's a new fucking hat!!!
There's no need to use so many exclamation marks, Charles.
!!!!!!!!! !!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!
Now you're just being silly.
- In My Eyes -- In My Eyes -11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to listen
To the things you said
But I couldn't stop the voices
Inside my head
I thought it would end
If I could forget
I tried to pretend
And that I regret
Because it's eating me alive
It never ever goes away
It's strangling me inside
And suffocates me more each day
It's driving me insane
I can't take this anymore
I hate myself, I'm a useless bitch,
A filthy fucking whore
I can't see anything but red
I hate this place inside my head
I'm fucking crazy just like they said
I'd kill myself, but I'm already dead
'Cause I ignored it for too long
And I believed in my own lies
Now it's too late, my soul is gone
You can see it in my eyes
Milk - ExtractsExtract 1 - Dr BusbyMilk - Extracts9 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was some hours later that Dr Chamberlain Busby burst into the drawing room, bizarre medical instruments falling out of his pockets onto the parquet floor with a clatter and some sort of chalky substance on his fingers leaving marks upon the doorframe. He twittered and twottered as he made his entrance, fiddling about his person in a vain attempt to find his stethoscope.
I, meanwhile, looked on in flabbergasted bemusement, as did Biskerton – my tiny feline companion – who was sitting quietly beside me, balancing a metronome on his head, beating a steady largo tempo (around 60 bpm). To think I paid this man nearly four pounds an hour to clown around in this fashion! It was absurd, I thought to myself. I felt sure Biskterton agreed, though he made no mention of it in either voice or gesture.
"N-n-now then, Lord Big Eggo. If I could j-j-just…" The doctor said nothing further, but having extracted his stethoscope from a large pocket in the lining of his tweed
A 3-Pronged AssaultPRONG ONEA 3-Pronged Assault9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Prong One is ten and three quarter inches in diameter and seven in length. Constructed out of a hybrid plastic with the texture of pastry in order to confuse the enemy, this Prong can theoretically reach speeds of up to seventy miles per second, but unfortunately has proven to be much more lazy and sluggish in tests.
It is fitted with a rudimentary alarm system, three loosely dangling strands of something, a cup and saucer, assorted shades of blue paint, a fully-functioning hovercraft and pages 27-104 of Dan Brown's popular novel The Da Vinci Code coated liberally with spittle.
This Prong shall attack Opposing Prongs 7, 9 and 12-15. It may also disarm Opposing Prong 17 if there is time left before dinner.
Prong Two trained for several years as a matador before being forced to resign on grounds of decency and wood.
As a Prong, it is simplistic in design – sauce-based, it comprises of 32% ketchup, 9% mayonnaise, 43% thousand island and 15% chutney