going to a barbershopsamantha the spy going togoing to a barbershop3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
a barber shop after her intelligence
was drained on the game show brain
busters from the totally spies episode brain drain.
HowlTHE GIRLHowl5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the porch, she felt safer. The warm light high on the wall, next to the rocking chair that was cradling her seemed to tell her so, with its golden reassurance.
Imustnotthinkthat, she repeated in her head, pressing her eyelids shut. Daddy will be good, hepromisedhepromised. She'll be all right.
She hugged her legs as a scream and a bark came from inside the house, making her flinch. Daddy?
"Daddy?" she called out, already forgetting that he had asked her not to make noise. The silence extended until she could no longer stand it. She stepped down from the rocking chair and went inside the house, walking slowly, her steps and breath on a single beat.
The living room door swung open, her daddy coming out of it and hurrying to close it back with a gasp once he saw her; he didn't want her to see, even she understood that. He's scared. "Daddy, are you okay?"
He sighed. "Yes, sweetie, I'm fine."
"But - but I heard you scream..."
Knuckles the Echidna: REAL Character ProfileKnuckles the Echidna: REAL Character Profile3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
CONCEPT: "MOBIUS" - REAL Character Profiles - The Main Crew
Nicknames: Knucklehead (Sonic usually calls him this when Knuckles goofs up)
(Knuckles is commonly given the nicknames "Knux," "Rad Red," "Fists of Fury," and "Knuckie." These nicknames are not canonical to the game storyline. The first three are derived from the Archie Sonic the Hedgehog comics and the fourth was a pet name given to him by Rouge in the English dub of Sonic X. In the games, he has no other known nicknames.)
(If you choose to get technical, Knuckles is more than likely a Short-nosed Echidna.)
Age: 16 years of age
Date of Birth: Unknown
(Knuckles' DOB is generally confirmed as February 2nd, since that was the release of his first video game. However, it is not canon to the video game storyline, as his true DOB is unknown. If you find it necess
Such a ContradictionI'm just that fat kidSuch a Contradiction2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Starved of hope.
I'm just that cutter
Reaching for rope.
I'm just that dumb blonde
Reading all night.
I'm just that coward
Bleeding for a fright.
I'm just that child
I'm just that girl
With messy hair.
I'm just that burner
Wanting to be cool.
I'm just that geek
Scared of school.
I'm just that emo
Smiling with glee.
You're just another drone
But you'll never be me.
Hanging Around Upside DownHanging Around upside downHanging Around Upside Down3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By: Solidzesnake and Spiderweber
Chelsea was excited she just arrived in Colorado and couldn't wait to meet her best friend over the internet Julie. Standing on the other side of the terminal stood a young woman with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. She wore casual clothes, consisting of a tank top and short miniskirt. Finally her feet were wrapped in hiking boots and thick socks.
"Julie!" Chelsea yelled and waived.
Chelsea was wearing her orange and black shirt with jeans and a pair of tennis shoes.
Julie waved to her friend. "Chelsea! It's really you! It's so great to finally meet you."
She ran over, and hugged her friend.
Chelsea ran over to her friend and pounced on her back. Julie almost fell to the floor.
"So, did you bring any new pictures with you?" Julie asked as she tried to get Chelsea off of her.
"Just one of a guy I just webbed up for his birthday" she said blushing a bit.
"Chelsea, you aren't supposed to wrap up a b
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.hey newton, gravity's flawed7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
The Time has ComeThe Time has Come4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the time, when we step
our feet on idle soils and by our power
make the flowers grow.
This is the time, when we raise
our hands to the sky, and
paint it with colorful lights, and beautiful clouds.
This is the time, when we till the earth and
ourselves, and create change.
[to turn the dust into towering pillars,
and to turn nothingness into something-ness]
This is the time that we're all been waiting for.
Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover.I like black but that does not mean I'm a goth.Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I self harm but that does not mean I'm an emo.
I like to wear hoodies but that does not mean I'm a chav.
I like teddies but that does not mean I'm a girly girl.
I play computer games but that does not mean I'm a geek.
I wear glasses but that does not mean I'm a nerd.
I like being on my own but that does not mean I'm a loser.
I like wearing skirts but that does not mean I'm a slut.
I am overweight but that does not mean I'm lazy.
I support the LGBT community but that does not mean I'm gay.
I like to wear make up but that does not mean I'm ugly.
Don't judge a book by its cover
Lables belong on products not people.
We as humans have the RIGHT to choose.
I Would Die For You Again.Krista slammed her books on to her desk. She was absolutely furious.I Would Die For You Again.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jesus appeared by her window and smiled at her warmly.
Krista slammed her notebooks on to her bed and accidentally slammed her fist in to her mechanical pencil. She was so furious, the pain that shot through her hand was nothing.
"Hi." she barked as she threw herself on to her bed.
Jesus raised His eyebrow and sat on her bed slowly.
"How was your day?" He asked innocently.
Krista practically threw a fit on her bed and continuously slammed her fist in to her mechanical pencil; so much that her hand really started to bleed. Jesus quickly took her hand in His and she started weeping softly.
"You know how it went, Jesus!" she shouted through her tears.
Jesus scooted closer to her and took her hair away from her tear stained face.
"Tell me, sweetheart." He said softly.
Krista wiped her tears.
"Do You remember Spencer?" she asked, more tears running down her face.
"Yes." Jesus said as He wiped her tears awa
Gallade ReportGallade (the Blade Pokémon) is an exceptionally rare Psychic/Fighting-type Pokémon found among grassy fields within the Hoenn, Sinnoh and Kalos regions as well as the Johto and Unova regions on rare occasions. Exceptionally fast and dangerous to fight in close quarters, Gallade are expert swordsmen that will gladly defend the lives of their trainer with diligence and honor beyond what most other Pokémon are capable of. They might not face any form of development in regards to their special abilities, but if you need a powerful Psychic-type that can deal out brutal damage in close quarters, these bladed fighters can more than do the job with a bit of style and flair thrown right in for free!Gallade Report5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
For the Ralts family, evolution into either Gardevoir or Gallade is a major point in their life, as it is akin to a child's full development into adulthood in that they obtain a tremendous boost in overall strength and finally become a force to be reckoned with on any battlefield. Whi
A perfect remedyFrom your body my sun does rise......A perfect remedy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips provide my breath,
Passing, at their touch, a flush of life,
Evoking in once bitten-to-brittle flesh
The feeling that your sun rises from me
At the beckoning of your touch.
Each of your tracing fingerprints
Leaving a freckling of dew
As if I have become your world.
The promise of your warmth
Steeps my aching bones in a perfect remedy,
As with tenderness you coax, from me, a smile,
Nourished by the hands cupped around my face,
Rich as earth.
Ends of LoveThe angel of love is burned at the stakeEnds of Love6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A price to pay her mistake
As the fire burns her silken skin
Her heart blackens from the anger within
As her anger grows the world slowly dies
Light turns to dark and hides the skies
Where love lived, replaced by hate
Damning our world to this darkened fate
if i die youngif i die young,if i die young4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
paint my coffin.
splatter it with colour,
so no one can help but think
cover me in sheet music.
the notes will close around me,
the words of my favourite songs
against my coffin.
to my ears.
to my body.
while i rest for eternity.
and while you're there,
bury me in poetry.
bury me in words
that brought me to tears.
made me show emotion.
bury me in words
that were mine,
when i put pen to paper,
bury me at sunrise,
because this is a beginning
it's just a new day.
dress me in a floral print,
the ones i always wore.
and do not bring me roses.
bring me dandilions and daisies and
scatter pine needles on my grave,
(but not the pointy kind)
so it will be soft to walk on.
do not bring me to a graveyard,
it is a place of
and i am not to be mourned
if i die young,
it was long.
it was my whole life.
Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.
Hero's LamentThis is all far too much for one to bear,Hero's Lament6 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
The Count, the Princes brother, and the Prince himself
All cried shame upon me, yet I confessed, truthfully
That I spoke not to any man that night.
Yet still they cast their shame upon me
And before all those in attendance they shamed me.
My own father hath wished me dead
And Beatrice doth stand beside me yet alone,
For none else shall stand beside me, so great this shame.
How is it that a thing so simple as vows of marriage,
Could turn and twist so cruelly upon oneself?
I admit myself wooed by the Prince in the name of Claudio
And profess my desire to have wedded him.
Yet by some twist of Fate, instead, so it seemed,
I was doomed to spend my years living as dead.
At least some light hath come out from this dark nightmare of mine,
For my cousin and Benedick have once more claimed love
For one another. Really, twas not so hard
To deceive them into love once more.
Indeed, could not have been done, were not there
Still feelings for eac
AnxietySometimes,Anxiety6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sick isn't something
You can see.
When I'm standing there -
Fists bracing -
For 'no reason at all',
I hope it makes you
Feel big and tall,
To tell me I'm being stupid.
When I can't talk to someone -
Because my throat is dry,
And I feel sick,
Like I can't
Catch my breath,
Like I'm going to cry
Like I'm hurtling
Towards death -
Don't tell me to
'Get over myself'.
When I'm crying -
And my knees
And I'm too scared
And every heart
Makes me jump -
How can you tell me
I need to 'grow up'?
When I can't get on a bus -
Because so many people,
So many eyes,
And my mind is force-feeding
Me so many lies -
Don't tell me I 'think I'm better
Than everyone else'.
I'm trying my hardest.
Really, I am.
Would you tell someone with a broken leg
To just get up and walk?
Would you tell someone with no tongue
To open their mouth and talk?
Would you tell a wingless angel
So tell me why -
When it is
Monster Hunter Fanfiction: Chapter 1Author's Note: Hi guys, I'm finally getting back into the flow of writing fanfictions. I have decided to write a brand new series. It is dedicated to my love of the Monster Hunter series by Capcom. I really don't know what sparked this idea. Maybe it was because I have been playing a lot this week because I'm done with school. Anyway, thanks for reading, and enjoy!Monster Hunter Fanfiction: Chapter 19 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
- Kimiko's P.O.V -
"......." I opened my amound-shaped brown eyes, and sat up. I looked around at my surroundings. Green grass was growing with patches of brown dead grass, tall, majestic mountains towered over the soft hills, and the blue ocean below me was sparkling because the moon was shinging brightly as to welcome me back. "I'm back..." I whispered. "I'm back home...." I stood up and walked back to the old, wooden bridge that lead back to the village. When, I returned, I decided to retire to bed. I put away my heavy armor in my box, leaving only a simple
Diseased One, No Shelter HereIf there was a way to start,Diseased One, No Shelter Here6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
To take away the tender heart,
A way to be free,
Of the lies, misery,
To be broken,
But no longer lost within me,
If only you could know,
About this shattered world,
Begging to be whole,
How it creaks and it groans,
Saying save me,
But afraid to let go,
To trust in another soul,
If only you could see,
The tragic eyes of the diseased,
Or the parasitic life form that feeds,
On the backs of the broken,
And hearts of the weak,
If only you could cure me,
Your face is unmasked,
Guard unwillingly dropped fast,
Pulled to the breaking point and thrown back,
They say it stings like whiplash,
When your insides are ripped back,
Torn from internal injury,
Leaking where no one can see,
Reeking of decay and rotten meat,
Spilling out your guts so eloquently
Once I had..Once upon a time..Once I had..6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Once I had a little dream,
and in it
I had you,
but as dreams do,
it fell apart,
and left me feeling
Once I had a world of hope,
and in it
we could be,
forever in love and
Now I have no hope at all,
to keep me warm.
I sit alone,
holding a heart that's
The BorderlandsI amThe Borderlands7 years ago in Open More Like This
nor anywhere else that es importante
or so they say
Trapped as I am
in the Borderlands of la frontera
I am therefore invalid
just a combination that amounts to
nada in their eyes
I lack the authenticity
the privilege to misrepresent my people
the historia of my ancestors
the honor of denying
in favor of sólo una parte de mí
so full of blind beggars
holding cups empty of acceptance
seems flanked by bars
but in my desperation
I look closer
Are the bars to keep me in
keep them out
separate and segregate
the negro y blanco from
the Other that I am
eliminate all shades of grey
The stark contrast
leeching the detail
stealing the beauty of a spectrum of
marks my view of the world
a world which is
nor anywhere at all