x-X_ I Am The Beast _X-xx-X_ I Am The Beast _X-x3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know what I did
I don't know why I'm cursed
I don't know what to do
I don't know...
I am ugly
I am not like most
I am the beast
And I have not found
Everyone I have loved
Anyone who I cared for
Has left me
Everybody who made fun
Has broken me
Anything could've happened
But I just want to know
What I've done
To have this curse put upon me
But not be loved
I have not rejected many
I have been the one to spread
But I haven't gotten any
I am cursed?
I see everyone else
Happy with their loves
And my heart drops
To the center of the earth
Never to be found
Maybe it's not meant to be
I am all alone
With no one to help me
Break my curse
I am to be un-loved
Dead of Night: ArrivalDEAD OF NIGHTDead of Night: Arrival6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Chapter 1: Arrival
The cold night air made my skin shiver as it blew into the broken window. Here, I sit; waiting to be rescued. My body lie still on the concrete floor beneath me, barely conscience, I tried to move my legs; but they would not obey. I opened my eyes slightly and caught the sight of the full moon glowing in the night sky. I groaned quietly; not wanting to alert the dead.
Arrrgh what the hell happened? I said to myself. I had a gaping wound in my forehead, as I felt it, I could feel the dried blood. I looked around cautiously, and my eyes fell to the ground. There, right beneath me, was my ID card, stained with blood. In bold, black letters, it read MARK RHAYNE on the top. I flicked it away with my hand, and it fell to the hard floor with a soft sliding sound.
I remembered everything that happened in recent weeks. The outbreak of the deadly mutagen, known as the Rot Virus, happened only three weeks ago. In those three weeks, life was hell.
5. Seeking SolaceThe pen pauses in my hand. My mind doesn't register what I'm writing, how I'm feeling.5. Seeking Solace6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The book is my only outlet, my mind's only separate sanctuary.
Even though the pen stops staining, my thoughts are still flying. I'm not sure what to do with them. It has become so much that my hand would fall off, due to the immense amount of writing that the thoughts would require.
I need a person to help me. To listen. To supply advice.
And I know just the person.
Con: HumanFether entered Karls room early the next day. Good morning, Mister Karl, she said pleasantly. Her smile was smug. Hearing about Karls first treatment had made her quite excited. She was also curious to see how he was recovering from the previous days activity.Con: Human5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Karl looked up at the professor. He wasnt sure why, but he liked her less than the good doctor. Wheres Doctor Tarr? Not that I like him, I just hate you more, he added silently.
Oh hell meet up with us later, Fether said nonchalantly, drawing a pistol from her long coat. She cocked it with a cheerful grin. Now Tarr said you gave him some trouble yesterday so lets take some precautions this time around, shall we? We dont want a repeat performance. Her tone at the end made it abundantly clear that she was rather irked to hear about his bad behavior.
Are you sure? Im built to entertain, you know. Karl smiled
The Escape -part 2-Ossido waited patiently as the older man fumbled for the light switch. Moments later, the lights turned on, revealing the living room they'd just entered. It was large, and decorated in a way that said 'hello, I have lots of money'. That wasn't what caught Ossido's interest, however. As soon as the lights went on, his eyes were drawn to a grandiose collection of swords, knives, and daggers that were all well-polished and mounted on the wall. He flinched slightly when he felt the man's hand suddenly on his shoulder, "Are you alright? You still seem to be in a bit of a shock, there..." Ossido turned to face him and chuckled disarmingly, "No, no, I'm just fine! I was just... admiring your collection." A small hint of something sinister entered his smile, but the man missed it completely as he began to swell with pride once again. "Ah yes, my blades! I started collecting them way back in the day, when I was in the army... I polish them every day, I do! Just look at them shine! But... Oh loThe Escape -part 2-5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Escape -part 1-Ossido sighed at the rapidly-darkening sky as he slogged through the mud. It was becoming a... slight annoyance, especially when he was currently in the middle of fleeing. No doubt, he had gotten a little careless. There were quite a few witnesses that had showed up rather unexpectedly, right when he was in the middle of killing that one guy... Fortunately for Ossido, he didn't quite look like himself at the time. They wouldn't be able to track him down that easily. He chuckled quietly to himself as he peeled the last of the fake skin off his arm, leaving it to sink into the mud behind him.The Escape -part 1-5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Still, that particular town was more closely-knit than he had thought. One little death sent the whole place into an absolute uproar! From that uproar, of course, sprung forth vigilante justice that just happened to be able to track him pretty closely for the past few hours. The mud, once again, really wasn't helping. It left a trail that was as plain as day to the classic angry mob. O
Badfic contest- Beastie TagBEASTIE TAGBadfic contest- Beastie Tag6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
a fic by... ME?! DD8
It was very late by the time Spencer finished his latest attempt at a cure. "Hopefully," he said, downing the horrible-tasting mixture and grimacing, "this won't kill me. Or make me into a magical science pony, like last time." He braced himself, and waited.
THE NEXT DAY:
Robo-N was skipping along down the street and singing in a lovely Disney Princess-esque voice, while the merry townsfolk sang along. UNTIL- Something happened! A new challenger appeared! A car went flying overhead, thrown by a very familiar-looking monster. Robo-N recognized it as Spencer's beast form right away. A guy crawled out of the car wreckage. "Uh... I'm okay... Just bleeding and *sniff* crying..." "HEY YOU" she said, pointing verily forth at the monster, and thusly ignoring the poor injured fellow, "Cut that out!" She ran off towards the monster. "I'm fine... really..." said the guy, a little more loudly, "No need to take me to a hospital or anything... I'm peachy keen-
CoN Fan Fic chapter 4Fether ran the brush purposefully though her long red hair. Straight and maybe a little unruly, it was the only aspect of her appearance that received special attention. An oak chest at the foot of her bed rattled loudly as the cement creature inside smashing around violently. Dimitry cawed shrilly in protest and Fether sighed. Drawing her gun she turned and fired three angry shots into the chest. No further movement could be heard and Fether holstered her gun with an hmph. Picking her top hat up from the dresser she regarded it with a thoughtful expression. After a pause she put it back down. Not tonight, she said. Her hand extended towards Dimitry who obediently hopped onto her hand. Lets go and greet Mister Karl and Tarr, shall we? she said to her bird.CoN Fan Fic chapter 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dimitry croaked an approval and Fether laughed gently. She gave the chest where Arma was held captive a final glare and then left her room, locking it behind her. There was a pause as her foo
CoN: Fear Climber didnt see anyone until the next day. Fether arrived with her bird perched on her shoulder to his great discomfort. But Fether didnt seem interested in that. I wanted to talk some more today, she said with her gentle smile. She pulled a chair over to the darkened hearth, the fire she had lit yesterday had long gone out. Climber had spent most of the night on the other side of the room, cowering in fear. It had been many hours before the flames had sputtered and died and many more hours before he dared go near it. Climber hung back, still reluctant to return to the spot where one of his worst fears had been flickering only yesterday.CoN: Fear5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fether noticed his unwillingness and grabbed his arm in a gentle but firm grasp. Now, now. No need to be scared. Come on, I just want to talk with you for a little while. ButI dont think his reply was cu
Soap BubblesSoap BubblesSoap Bubbles7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By Nellie Melton
Radioactive Bunny looked around. The living room was dark, the only light coming from the moon shining in through the window. There wasn't a single noise other than that of crickets chirping. He was the only one in the house awake... Perfect. Gripping the remote like a bandit, he snuck over to the couch and climbed up onto the cushions. He couldn't afford to use the little elevator he'd constructed; it made too much noise.
Just for the sake of caution, he paused to look around again. His surroundings were silent and still. The coast was clear. Aiming the remote, he hit the power button, and the small TV screen flickered to life. It flickered to life, and was blasting every sound it made! Shaken, he quickly turned the volume down all the way and surveyed his surroundings once again, searching desperately for the sound of anyone waking up. Nothing. He sank into the cushions, trying to relax. Relax... that was something he'd apparently forgotten how to
Bink's Sake- EnglishYo-hohoho, Yo-hohoho,Bink's Sake- English4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Going to bring Bink's Sake!
Let the sea breeze lead the way!
On the waves all of our days
Across the salty deeps!
The sun above is floating high,
Painting circles in the sky.
Sea gulls sing and brass bells ring
Upon our floating home!
Say goodbye to all you know;
Head into the sun's warm glow.
Singing loud and singing proud,
We sail into the night!
Waves of gold and silver splash
Across the hull and mizzen mast.
We float on, all with a song,
To the ends of the sea!
Going to bring Bink's Sake,
A pirate's job for pirate's pay!
Like a stone, our boat skips on
And slices through the seas!
On clouds above we'll rest our head;
The rocking ship will be our bed.
On our flag the skull and dag-gers
Show we're to be feared!
If the waves dare dance too high,
If dark clouds obscure the sky,
Beat the drum and never run;
Live for that fateful dance!
If, in fear, you turn away,
You'll never see the break of day.
The pathetic peopleHere is a conversation between me and MaidenWolf, which I thought conveys the message better than a simple rant.The pathetic people5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Text - Me
Ive decided to post everything from the beginning to the end to keep everything as it is. Some parts have been modified due to language and some unnecessary parts
This all started with MaidenWolfs response to a long argument in one of my deviations between many people over a small matter
MaidenWolf: Whoaz, that fist page of comments and hower long the idiocy may continue is full of nothing but dumb craps. "Hey! People! Get off ur fat asses and read a book or go to school!" I had no idea people could be that freakin' stupid.
Nice animation Emptyshadow. It flowed really well, and it was really cute and hilarious.
Emptyshadow: The arguement got pretty dramatic for something small
Though I partially take b
he creeps me x:Kai: *takes out a voodoo doll and sits by the wall* hello mr.voodoo .....he creeps me x:8 years ago in Horror More Like This
*changes his accent to raspy English accent* Hello there little boy
Kai: where is mrs. voodoo?
voodoo: she's been captured by 3 girls
Kai: *blinks* w...why would she...... then leave this d...delightful piece of cake?
voodoo: it's a gift from mrs. voodoo
Kai: oooh...w...what a pleasant gift for me...
voodoo: but you cannot have it
Kai: wat.....w...wat?? I..I don't understand....w...w..........
voodoo: she have died from the kidnap
Kai: c..christ! I would...luv you to ..go and save her
voodoo: but eat the cake first
Kai: but the cake is not there anymore mr.voodoo, it has gone to bring the sky down
voodoo: the cake is your hand...now eat it
Kai: ..*blinks* ....kay mr.voodoo *starts nibbling on his hand* mr.voodoo it doesn't taste so sweet
voodoo: then I guess we should head for the kitchen
*in the kitchen*
Kai: *looks in the cabinet* w...why this whole cabinet could be
Things I am not or don't haveSometimes it is difficult to realize what we got until we lose it. And for the most of the part, we see what we dont have.Things I am not or don't have5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
But sometimes what we dont have or are not doesnt always mean a bad thing.
I am not or dont have a lot of things.
100 things I am not or dont have
1. I dont have cancer
2. I am not blind
3. I am not deaf
4. I dont have physical defects
5. I dont have psychiatric or psychological problems
6. I am not poor
7. I dont have careless parents
8. I dont have allergies
9. I am not ugly
10. I dont have broken bone(s)
11. I am not always starving
12. I am not spoiled or mischievous
13. I dont have skin problems
14. I dont have big relationship problems to deal with
15. I dont have digestive problems
16. I dont have depression
17. I dont have joint problems
18. I dont have life threatening problems
19. I dont have divorced parents
20. I dont have dysfunction
100 Questions - Chester100 Questions - Chester4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
100 Character Questions (Chester)
Part 1: The Basics
1. What is your full name?
Chester Stupendousnoggin McSpiffypants Sho! ...Only two of those are correct though. And they're the two in the middle! ...Wait...
2. Where and when were you born?
Some people think I was born yesterday. But they're wrong! It was the day BEFORE yesterday. And by that I mean a long time ago! In a basement. *nodnod* 8D
3. Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.)
Um... Mom was very sciency. And nice! Kinda sad sometimes too...
4. Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like?
5. Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people.
With N-Persooonnn! Also Bunny-guy. And it's in a BIIIG ol' housey place! ...Except it's not too big, I just wanted to say big. It's a fun word! I reccommend saying it at least twice a day! That, and "foible"! Though I don't know what that one means. I heard Bunny-g
True strengthStrength.True strength5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The definition of strength varies among people.
Some people believe that strength comes from being superior.
Winning all the time, making others lose, pointing their weaknesses, and condescending them.
They believe that strength comes from how much they don't fall.
But a true strength is not determined by how much weakness they don't have.
It's determined by their strength to embrace and accept their weaknesses.
There is nothing wrong with being weak or wrong, or not knowing something.
Because what really matters is how they acknowledge and accept these weaknesses and strive for improvement.
A show of ignorance or an offensive response is merely a cover over their desperate need to hide and deny their weaknesses.
It's easy to deny, to be seen strong. But they can't fight their inner desperation of such greed.
It takes a lot to accept. It takes true strength to admit mistakes, admit defeat, to overcome their inner desire to be superior.
It's okay to have weaknesses
Enlightenment.. Kai's pastThroughout the whole night, she couldnt sleep and stop thinking about her son. Lying next to her was her husband, who woke up from her constant movement.Enlightenment.. Kai's past5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Maria, will you just sleep and stop worrying about that kid? he said in annoyance.
What if hes not sleeping..., she said, and quickly rolled off the bed.
Maria he said, and grabbed her gown.
Adrian!! Youve seen what he did there. Who knows if hes going to attempt it again!!
Hey! This is not the first time is it?? Maria quietly stood still, shaking a bit.
And whose fault is that?
Oh my god, not this again!
Maria and Adrian were parents of four kids. They fought like this occasionally because their family was always under stress due to financial issues and Adrian being an alcoholic. They lived quite an empty life. Adrian also developed a habit of routinely abusing one of their sons at a young age. It had been nearly a d
The worlds poison and antidoteThe worlds poison and antidote5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Making the small differences in the world...Does what
one does to make the small change really matter?
Introduction; The Problems and Where They Lie
There are many big issues happening in the world, regarding poverty, disease, human rights, animal rights, environment, and many others.
There are many people who act upon this to help improve them, but there are also people who dont believe in small changes because the problem is too big, and often criticize those who try.
Deal with it, some would say. Thats how the world goes. Theres nothing we can do about it.
It is agreeable that life, to some extent, stinks. However, dealing with a situation does not necessarily mean remaining passive and watching the problems grow; this does not solve anything better either.
The problem does not simply lie in the problem itself, the causes of the problem, or the size of small efforts, that mak
DangerousIm so tired of this house, Im so tired of living here, he often said. However those words were only hollow echoes now, often echoing the haunts of the past, but never the everyday nightmares.Dangerous5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Some things became better since the change. The house had gone much quieter, peaceful, with no signs of the usual violence.
Some things stayed the same. The house was still small and depressing, crowded and piled up with unknown things. The bills had to get paid, but precious money was always spent on useless alcohols. The sons of the family never came home, only sometimes, except for one.
But some things also became worse. The only woman of the house, Maria, fell into illness.
She lay on her bed all day; not speaking, not cooking, not being the diligent mother she used to be. There was nobody to take care of her, because her drunkard husband, regardless of such serious conditions, never committed time for her, except her royal son. He would spend most of his day with her, takin
Afraid of you How can you make some be afraid of you? Someone once asked. As far as how Kai looked, he did not possess any physical greatness to pose any threat. He could be easily snapped in two, or whirled over someones shoulder without much effort.Afraid of you6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yes I can, he answered quietly, if anybody wishes. His language deficiency only supports mockery around him, but he is already aware of what challenge they have put upon themselves.
Her, her! the boys said, as they pushed a girl toward him. She looked at him fiercely, staring with heavy makeup that emphasized her eyes, as if she triple dare.
This better not waste my time. I have things to do she said, but she was easily persuaded by an easy reward; a total
red snowIt was like any other day of romance. Two young couple stood by the street lightred snow8 years ago in General More Like This
waiting for the bus to arrive. It was very cold outside, even with the thickest coat
they can buy it still made them shiver. It was not windy though…the sky was dark grey with white speckled floating down.
Few minutes passed by and it was still quiet. There weren't any shops open at this late hour, nor any customers passing by.
Suddenly the girl spoke quietly.
"I think the dinner went pretty nicely" she said.
"I think the meat could have been less salty thought..." the boy spoke in silence. They laughed silently for few seconds and the conversation stopped. In a moment the boy started to mumble something. The girl looked at him slowly as he started chewing on his finger.
"how many times have I told you not to bite your finger?" she quickly pulled the hand away from his mouth.
"..I…I'm sorry I didn't realize I was" he quickly put his hands back in his pocket.
The girl gulped and closed her eyes. "if the the
DownfallDownfall7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si