Customer Support"Thank you for calling BIOMEK customer support. My name is Tammy, how may I help you today?"Customer Support4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hi Tammy, I'm having a little problem with my domestic. I am a little frustrated here. I hope you can help me."
"I am sorry to hear that. I'll do my best to help you. Before we begin I'll need the registration number of your BIOMEK domestic."
"I have the number around here somewhere, oh yes, here it is. It's T11H38X."
"Thank you Ma'am. Let me just enter that and take a look at your account Hmm I see you had a prior issue with this product."
"Yes, we had a poodle and one of the options we purchased with the domestic was the pet grooming download."
"Yes Ma'am, and what was the problem?"
"There was unpleasantness "
"Well we didn't find all of Precious."
"I am so sorry to hear that. I know how you must feel. I'm a dog lover too. I was so sad when we had to put little Tinkerbell down when the new line of Dachshunds were released. What is the issue you are
Ohyes.Ohyes.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The trees are screaming,
And the ligers are pooping out skittles with the old zebra talking in an English accent,
The pink giraffes with the sombreros are row-boating to the chimpanzees,
And the lady bugs with the mustaches,
And toaster strudels are kicking the narwhals with baby traffic cones singing lollipop with a train,
And the UFO with the Christmas mistletoe is trying to gum the eyebrows that are eating the socks with big hairy Sasquatches,
And party poppers that are tanning with tinfoil,
And s'mores that are licking the gravel that have bedazzled underwear,
And swimsuit models attacking killers bees with superman,
And the island that hails the teddy bear that kills llamas,
And nyan's with gingerbread houses,
And fiddles with the paint that defeats the evil muffin,
And chews the man in the moon with pumpkin pie howling with some neon flying cars,
And heading to Narnia with my cookie that Kory sent there last year.
Aspergers - The Curse We Bear:~ AloneAspergers - The Curse We Bear:7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
~ Dark minded
~ Kids with Asperger's/Autism feel like they're alone. No one understands them. It's like everyone you know hates you and you don't know why.
~ The rate of Autism:
20 years ago: 1 in 10,000
5 years ago: 1 in 500
Today: 1 in 166
Twenty years from now: ?
~ The puzzle pattern on the ribbon reflects the mystery and complexity of Autism/Asperger's. The different colors and shapes represents the diversity of people and families living with this disorder. The brightness of this ribbon signals hope - hope through research and increasing awareness throughout the world.
~ Everyone is unique!
~ Autism and Asperger's are life long disorders.
~ Love make
Bitten Chapter 1Chapter 1Bitten Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That's the first memory I have of this new life. Pain. Agony. Tears.
It's been a couple weeks of this life, this new way of darkness, and I have grown no fonder of it than when I had first started it. I am no longer able to frolic and play with my animal friends, as they cower from me now; fear plain as day in eyes and body movements. My grudge holds strong against Xander, the man who has condemned me to this life of permanent darkness.
At the moment I'm, much to his distaste, giving him the silent treatment, and I'm quite aware of his growing frustration with my silence. He has told me repeatedly he would prefer verbal hate, but I refuse to acknowledge his words, and have even turned my shoulder to him. His frustration became evident as it turned to anger with a rough sigh. He stepped in front of me, bent on one knee, his hand out-stretched, taking mine.
"Miss Snow, I beg of you, please reward me with your forgiveness! If not I shall leave you alone in t
Original - Mirror danceОна живёт на семнадцатом этаже.Original - Mirror dance4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Подъезд покрыт мелкой алюминиевой, а может, меловой пылью, и следы любого гостя выделяются на бетонных лестницах, словно четкая подпис
I had a dreamI had a dream,I had a dream4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was an artist.
People liked my drawings.
They wanted me to draw them.
It made me so happy.
It made smile.
I had a dream,
My fingers loved pencils.
My eyes were in love with the sky.
My oils could talk about the sun.
It made me live.
It made me believe.
I had a dream,
I drew my grandpa.
I drew my wife.
I drew my sons.
It made me sing.
It gave me life.
I had a dream,
I'd stroke your cheeks.
I'd kiss your hands.
I'd call you mom.
I'd feel safe in your arms.
I just was seven weeks old
When you decided
quiting to me.
When you decided for me
if I should live.
When you accepted they touch me.
When they took me off from you,from your warmth.
When they cut my lil fingers
I knew I wouldn't draw anymore.
When they cut my lil legs
I knew I wouldn't be able to walk holding your hand.
When they cut my head
I knew I'd not see the sky I saw in my dreams.
It was not my fault
that guy abused you.
I hate him, I hate him.
But I wanted to be in ur arms.
Why did you do it?
I loved you so mu
Basic Facts About Mary-SueYou are in love with Riku. You are warm for his form. Unfortunately, you cannot have him. He doesn't exist, after all. So you do the next best thing. You create a fan fic centering around your own original character (OC) and Riku.Basic Facts About Mary-Sue9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Riku falls in love with this character immediately. His dark personality turns on your OC like a light bulb. The two share passionate moments as he gushes his feelings for her on Twilight Hill (three hours after meeting her, of course), telling her how much he loves her layered purple hair, silver eyes, milky white skin, and thin, curvy body. He tells her how the name Ruby Mina Rose-Topaz fits her so well. The normally chaste Riku agrees to a one-nighter without hesitation.
As they lie in the spacious bed in her mansion, she begins to sob. Her eyes turn emerald as tears pour down her cheek. Immediately, Riku strokes her moonlit silver hair and coaxes her into telling him what is wrong. Tearfully, she sobs about how her parents were murdered. She was brought u
Narcissus and his reflectionAs Narcissus kneeled in front of the lakeNarcissus and his reflection5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His reflection smiled and said
"I'm sorry boy,
But you're really not my type"
Pt: 3-Eleven, Metacrisis, Rose, Amy, RoryOI LISTEN! I HIGHLY SUGGEST YOU READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE YOU READ THIS FOR THE BEST EFFECT. PLEASE THIS WILL MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. IT WILL ONLY TAKE A MINUTE.Pt: 3-Eleven, Metacrisis, Rose, Amy, Rory4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Amy broke out of her state of shock and narrowed her eyes and jabbed the Doctor in the arm with her finger.
"What do you mean 'wife'?" Amy yelled as she motioned with her head to the woman. "Aren't," She paused to look at the woman who was currently not paying attention, but speaking to her husband . "-aren't, you married to River?" She accused in a voice barely above a whisper. The Doctor rolled his eyes and faced the two again, focusing his attention to them.
"That was a joke, Amy. Really, you need to learn to live a little." He said as he took the sight of the both of them in. They both smiled back and waved to the other two who looked quite confused. Rory just looked at them, awestruck. He didn't know what to say he just stood there, awkwardly, his mouth open.
"Wait, what do you mean 'that's me.'
8 Christmases: 15 Years Later"PIPPER!" Hermione shouted up the stairs for the 3rd time "THEY ARE GOING TO BE HERE ANY MOMENT!" her daughter however still didn't appear. Hermione knew where she was and she also knew she was with her father8 Christmases: 15 Years Later4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sighing she returned to the dinning room where the table was covered in food and drinks for the Christmas party. On Christmas everyone got together and celebrated, this normally meant 22 people in one house. Suddenly two hands wrapped around her waist
"It looks good doesn't it"
"I'm not talking to you Mr! I've been calling my daughter down here for almost 20 minutes" she said with a smile
"What makes you think I had anything to do with that?"
"Don't play stupid with me Draco Malfoy, I know you've been with my daughter hiding, because you hate getting ready for Christmas"
He smirked into her hair "That doesn't sound like me at all. Plus she is my daughter too"
Sighing she replied, "I suppose your right. She has to get those eyes of hers from someone, everything else though is comp
Scones and Texting - DoctorWhoWhen River Song took a stroll from her jail cell that morning she did not expect to be finding herself where the circumstances at hand had thrown her. Of course, it was her tradition to meet with the Doctor regularly whilst serving her time in jail those guards never learnt, despite the four hundred and thirty two locks that supposedly stood in the way of her freedom but this 'date' was far beyond what she expected of him normally. She remembered how he'd offered her an arm into the TARDIS as she slithered out of her cell, the alarms instantly screaming in her wake, but before the guards had even opened an eye she'd been away with him, just as she liked it.Scones and Texting - DoctorWho4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Where are we going this time, sweetie?" She'd asked him in her favourite flirtatious tone, one she reserved for him and only him. His gaze had locked with hers, those dark orbs that could appear so dark and merciless at times, yet so witty and juvenile at others, glittered with yet another of his secrets.
AverageOnce there was this girlAverage4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just your average girl
Who went to your average school
With your average friends
And average boys
And average school work
And every day when this average girl came home
She ran upstairs to her not so average room
To blast her not so average music
To which she would write her not so average poetry
Instead of doing her average school work
And then she would wonder about her parents
Her not so average parents
With their not so average jobs
And would, every day when they got home
Drink more than the average person should
And every day her not so average father
Would beat on her not so average mother
And then he would find this average girl
And do some not so average things to her
And this seemingly average girl
Had some not so average scars
Running up and down her average arms
Because she thought it would help ease
Her not so average pain
The pain she dealt with everyday
And every day this average girl would fall asleep
And cry her not so average tears
And have her
I'll Be Your EverythingI'll Be Your Everything6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'll be your everything, when you need me to be,
Your eyes when you misplace your glasses and need to see,
Your strength when your weakened and feel like fainting,
Your hero when life crashes down on you and it needs saving.
I'll be your everything, to wear my heart upon my sleeve,
I would give anything to be there with you, you mean more than the world to me,
I will be the invisible hand to guide you back to the light,
A sweet goodbye before you lay down your head for the night.
I'll be your everything, through the good and the bad,
Your smile when your eyes fill with tears of being sad,
A uplifting word when your mind is in a haze,
And anything else I forgot to say.
I would call you perfect, but perfect is overrated,
That name to me seems to have been fated,
Instead you are just Alicia, as it was from the start,
For it has found it's way into my heart.
You hold my entire world in your hands,
For you are the only person that understands,
No matter what you need of me,
I'll be your eve
when you're not as much human as you are monsterevery human died. i'm still here.when you're not as much human as you are monster4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Texting: Part TwoJW: Sherlock are you up yet? I need you to bring my briefcase to the clinic. It's on my bed.Texting: Part Two4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SH: Ugh. Why so early!
JW: Early? It's noon! Are you feeling well?
SH: I can barely open my eyes, the sun is giving me a migraine-headache, and my arms ache. I'm tired. Get your bag yourself. I'm going back to sleep.
JW: Want me to bring you anything? I'm on my lunch break. I can go to Belladonna's if you like.
SH: No, just leave me alone to die.
JW: Don't be dramatic. I'm coming home to check on you. What are your symptoms?
SH: I'm not being dramatic, I really am dying! I can't breathe and my nose is on fire on top of that. I can't speak for my throat and my head is pounding and hot but the rest of me is freezing.
JW: I'm on my way home. rest up. Hungry?
SH: Probably, but I doubt that I'd actually be able to eat anything. Every type of food I can think of seems completely abhorrent to me.
JW: Soup it is then. Preference?
SH: I just told you I didn't want to eat. If you bring that here and I th
The Lonely Assassin?Sherlock had never expected to see fear on the face of James Moriarty, but right now he looked as scared as he could possibly be. The consulting criminal staggered backwards and fell, holding one hand in front of him in defense, his face full of dread and morbid realisation.The Lonely Assassin?4 years ago in Drama More Like This
His voice barely came out as a whisper. "It's you - you were behind everything, it's always been you!"
The detective grinned and took a step forwards, waiting for the criminal to blink.
He didn't have to wait long.
As soon as he did, Sherlock felt the air move behind him as multiple stone angels appeared, reaching out. Jim crawled backwards towards the wall, terrified, but Sherlock stayed where he was. Because they both knew that they wouldn't hurt him.
"It's been you all along, you you're on their side!"
Sherlock's grin faded slightly. He began to walk slowly towards Jim, and he crouched down so that his mouth was centimetres away from his ear. He could hear the criminal's breathing - unsteady and thi
Blind Bruised are myBlind5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
eyes that squint on with
Corruption Pt 13It was the tapping at the window that woke him. At first he tried to ignore the constant rapping but soon it became too much and he had to haul himself out of the bed and open the window. The owl flew gracefully in and landed on the desk on the other side of the room. Draco slowly approached the owl and took the letter from it's beak. As per the norm he gave the owl a small treat, which it ate greedily then opened its wings and then flew back out into the night.Corruption Pt 134 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The letter was addressed to Hermione, but was the harm of reading it really? He slowly opened the letter and skimmed it's contents. He froze. This had to be a lie.
"Granger" he chocked out to the sleeping women on the bed, but he realised he had spoken it to quietly to have really had any effect. He walked around the bed and gently nudged her "Granger please wake up"
Her eyes fluttered open slowly
"What is it?" she grumbled still drowsy from sleep.
"You need to read this" he pressed the letter into her hand and she began to rea
Lost Companions Chapter 2Martha was scared.Lost Companions Chapter 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She didn't like admitting it to herself when she was, because she knew the Doctor liked strong, brave people and ever since the time she'd spent with him, she'd wanted to stay strong and brave, in his memory. But now, standing in front of the slick glass doors to Torchwood, Martha was scared. She didn't know what to expect. It wasn't often the Doctor didn't know what was coming, and now, being presented with one of those moments, she was really upset that she was the guinea pig.
Still, she knew she was their only option. They had to find out what was going on.
Martha glanced behind her, wishing she could see the TARDIS for support, but the Doctor had told her he would place it one second out of sync with the rest of time, so they could watch her without being seen. She rubbed her neck nervously before looking back at the glass doors. "Just go to the last place you remember being," the Doctor had said.
Making coffee, she thought. It was about an hour ago, an
QuietlyShe stabbed at her potatoes with a deliberate slowness; the lulls in the surrounding conversation always came when she was in the middle of chewing a mouthful of food, and those lulls were the only chance she got to get a word in edgewise. But those chances passed by each time - someone was always faster, louder, shoving whatever tentative sentence that had been forming on her lips aside. She was too polite to say anything, instead turning back to the potatoes and stabbing a little harder, kicking herself under the table for being such a doormat.Quietly4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
They didn't mean to ignore her soft voice; it only kept getting lost, overpowered by the people around. She told herself that, over and over. Over and over. Over and over. But the mealtimes consistently found her sitting alone because while dealing with loneliness was one thing, having it shoved in your face was another.
In the end, it was easier to deal with it alone than to let other people talk around, over, and through her as though a ghos