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Dream A Better DreamDream A Better Dream10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Where's My Mommy? Where's my daddy". I'm sorry little one, they're no longer here. Close your eyes, go to sleep, and dream a better dream.
They may not be with us anymore, but I know where they'll always be: In your heart and in your dreams. So dream a better dream.
When you're scared. Just close your eyes and dream your best dream. In your dreams, you're safe and sound and you make your world your own.
In your dreams, you'll see them there. In your dreams, they'll always be there. I'm sorry they can't always be with you. I'm sure they're sorry, too. Just close your eyes and dream your dream, and make a wish, too.
As you dream a better d
The GameIf I swallowed my pride it would choke me to deathThe Game1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Empty and vacant until my very last breath
Born under this star, to violence and war
I never truly knew what I fought for
Playing the game
Escaping my pain
I've moved mountains in minutes, so effortless
Compared to the words I have whispered under my breath
I've flown milliones of miles, both ways through time
Yet nothing has matched that which I've lost inside
When playing the game
To lose is to escape the pain
So sick to see the sun come slowly up
That little horror blinds or burns us; corrupt
So sick to see the images phase and run astray
Return to that place where God is h
Because that's lifeSome days things happenBecause that's life1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I just have to deal with them
Because that's the thing to do
And other days nothing happens
So I have nothing to do but think
Because that's the only thing to do
Some days I feel happy
And I laugh with my friends even when they're jokes aren't funny
And their words make no sense
Because that's what they expect
And then some days I feel sad
And I want to cry and be alone
But I have to hide it all away with a smile
Because my parents don't want to see me sad
And my teachers will ask questions
So I pretend to be happy
Because that's the only thing to do
And some days I feel numb
And I stare into spac
lol cleverbot convoUser: Touche.lol cleverbot convo2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cleverbot: What is touche ?
User: It's French.
Cleverbot: What does it mean?
User: It means to admit when an opponent has made a good point in an argument.
Cleverbot: That s deep man.
User: Word dude.
Cleverbot: Lendada.
User: What does that mean?
Cleverbot: The World is Just.
User: Cool.
Cleverbot: It's a dead cat!
User: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
Cleverbot: Why?
User: I have three cats, and hearing about a dead one makes me picture them dead. :(.
Cleverbot: What color is your cat?
User: Grey andWhite.
Cleverbot: That isn't a cat's name. That's my laundry after it's done in the washer.
User: My cat's name is Moonb
Paying The PriceAmong tough lessons of love,Paying The Price2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most transforms into martyrs;
Indecisive, inquisitive, asking
Endless questions which earns them
Misery, soft answers are not spoken;
Opening the drawbridge to failure.
Living not exstingThe grey cracked pavementsLiving not exsting1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Now glow with the suns warm rays
My skin laps up its glorious glow
I stare at their sad gloom filled faces
My own now beaming from the bubbling euphoria within me
Though the sun had hidden
Behind those dark grey clouds
And the fat cold drops of rain hit my skin
Its glorious how clean and fresh it feels
I just laugh as it hits my face now
I know its going to get better
These scars are my story
My strength and glory
No more hiding in the shadows
When those around me are my light
I'm not a preacher
I'm not fixed yet
I'm not a teacher
I'm me and though you may not like it
I do
And I feel infinite
BelieveInk stains her fingers as she writes in long, curling script. The quill-tip makes quiet scratching sounds as words appear on the parchment. She finds the only way to tell a story is the way they were supposed to be told. If she writes of dragons, castles and brave knights - she writes on parchment, has inky fingers and uses a quill.Believe1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The quill is the most special part of writing. Her grandmother told her it was the feather of a phoenix. Sometimes, when she looks at the red quill with the golden flecks, she believes it. And why not? She doesn't think her ancestors were smart enough to make up something as unearthly as a bird with feathers flam
All The Lonely Times And DifferencesAll The Lonely Times And Differences10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
A child looks out the window wondering what it's like to be out there. His entire life, he grew up alone. He didn't have very many friends, so he didn't know what it was like to have and share special memories with special people. Nobody in his life was special to him, not even anyone in his family. To the child, they were just regular people. It's really lonely not having anybody special in your life. When you cry, nobody hears you. When you laugh, there's nobody to laugh with you. There's only silence and the occasional echoes of your own voice. This is why the child wondered if the outside world was diff
The Shattered American, chapter 24The Shattered American, chapter 241 year ago in Settings More Like This
Chapter 24 Britain Aftermath/reconstruction/future plans for Eastern Europe and middle east conflict
(Short Story)
Brianna, Benjamin, Cole, Naomi, Matthew, Henry, and Franks P.O.V.
April 13th, 2018, 4:30 P.M. outside of British parliament
Matthew: We at least liberated Britain from those animals.
Naomi: Agreed
Cole: Especially after the Nova 12 and EMP shit, although I did enjoy the underground bloodbath
Brianna: Don't remind me.....
Benjamin: Whats that?
*heavily armored pavelow and 2 ospreys land and pavelow doors open and someone walks out of the pavelow*
General Frank: Well done troops, I'm proud of the victory for Britain all o
L4D, the other mysterious survivor OCL4D, the other mysterious survivor OC1 year ago in Settings More Like This
My old friend, Mysterious survivor/O.M.A code name mysterious O.M.A. #7 its been years since I've last heard of him in the outbreak. I will continue to look for my comrade, even if I get infected, for now I'll do my best to survive until I hear of his whereabouts. I've already wiped out dozens of CEDA staff members, showing no remorse for those fuckers except for the medics, nurses, and honest soldiers. Mysterious O.M.A. #7 and I are alike, on different sides of the same coin.
L4D, return of the mysterious survivor teaserL4D, return of the mysterious survivor teaser1 year ago in Settings More Like This
People thought I died in the hell hole bunker with corrupt infected and personnel alike. They were wrong, I know I can still be infected, yet I am immune to common virus strains. I guess it is time to start over or try to make friends with my rescuers
Wizard101 meme of DonnaWizard101 meme of Donna2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Hello unsuspecting mortal, what is the full name of your Wizard? (Ex. Cassandra DuskStrider or Flint WindFlame)
Donna.She has no last name.
2. Do they have any nicknames or names most people refer to them as?
….I don't think so,but she would love to be refered to as Chain.
3. What is their height?
5'4"
4. How old is your OC? Most students go to Ravenwood School at age 12 or 13, and they graduate around age 18.
12.She joined Ravenwood at age 10,oddly enough.
5. What is the mental age of your OC? Sometimes a character would act more like an adult, or very childish.
Sometimes a 7 year old,sometimes a depressed 16 year old.
6.
Body And SoulLooking so blue in the face,Body And Soul3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
After effects of shock tend to
Validate all lurking fears.
Eventually the poison settles,
Neutralising barriers as well as
Dreams for the distant future.
Eventually everything will cease,
Red blood dripping down from veins.
Finest ThingsShine so brightly, lighting upFinest Things3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heavenly skies full of faint
Yellow clouds made from the
Nicest candyfloss in the world.
Emerald jewels cover elegant
Shoulders, the finest lace and
Satin makes up your dress,
Angels grace is at hand.
Rich chocolate, thick in taste,
Rolls like liquid fire down
Over pinkish lips, tempting you
With proverbial forbidden desires.
Universe is right at your feet,
Just waiting for you to take it;
Open out your arms and surrender.
Hello thereHello thereHello there3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you know me?
You probably know me
From the latest news
I am a victim of a tragedy
My death was horrific, yes
However, your treatment of it
Is even more tragic
I was a normal person while alive
Had my own dreams and goals
My own values and ideas
All I know is that I am not
A martyr for YOUR cause
Just because I died tragically
In an event that may have been preventable
Does not mean you can use it
To meet your own ends
Would you do that to me
If I was still alive?
If I could say to you that
I don't agree with you?
I bet you said no
So why do you do it
When I am dead?
Wouldn't that be more disrespectful?
.: Windows with My Prescription :.Sometimes it's silent- sometimes it's there..: Windows with My Prescription :.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to show to you all that I see.
It's something to which nothing else can compare.
It's quiet, invisible... it consumes me.
So open your eyes, mind, and heart, if you dare,
And see just how great these creations can be.
Sometimes they're silent-
Sometimes they're there,
But they're always walking alongside me.
There is no place that I'd rather be.
And whether you see it, or feel it, or not,
With doubt drawn from being put on the spot,
I'll tell you with all certainty that I've got
That they are constantly walking with me-
Riding and walking and talking with me-
That they're always-
Always-
SometimesSOMETIMESSometimes1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could be a star
So my light could be seen near and far
and SOMETIMES
I wish I was a breeze
So I could traverse the world with ease
SOMETIMES
You wish to be something you're not
But SOMETIMES
The only thing you want to be is yourself
For GingerTo Market, To Market..For Ginger6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To buy a fresh Mare.
The old one is sodden..
And her coat has gone Bare..
To Butcher, To Butcher..
To put down the Beast..
A shame that the Horse..
Is not fit for a Feast..
Her eyes were all sunken back in her head,
The family saw she was better fit for dead.
No hands had they, to do it themselves..
A horse is not fit, for the tolling of Bells.
A knock-kneed filly, she was a Prize in her Day.
Till the Wife of the Master was Spirited Away.
Separated was she, From her one True Heart.
Shattering her Spirit into Many smalls Parts.
Day by Day her resolve would so Falter,
Bearing Reins pulled tight, about h
The HCGThe HCG1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
General Frank C. Raymond
Eyes: Brown
height: 5'9
Race: Pure American
Age: 118 Years old
Weight: 198 lb's
Faction: U.S. Military Command
Role: General of the Military and Commander of all Branches.
Load out: ACR 6.8 and S&W 500
Name: U.S.A.F. General Henry N. Benson
Race: American
Age: 78
Eyes: Blue
Skin: white
Height: 5'5
Weight: 190
Faction: U.S. Military Command
Role: General and commander of the Air force and Navy
Loadout: M4A1 and Desert Eagle
Derrick Turner:
Height: 5'8
Weight: 215lbs
age: 40
Race: British American
Hair color: Black
eye color: Brown
skin color: dark tan
Faction: U.S. military
role: Squad comma
The CCSThe CCS1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Current members of the CCS
Matthew Reimel
height 5 foot 6 (after the war 5 foot 11)
weight: 205lbs
age: 19
Race: Canadian/American
Skin color: lightly dark tan
Hair color: light brownish
Eye color: brown
Faction: U.S. marine soldier
Role: Assault Clone Commander/soldier/weapon expert
General Loadout: ACR 6.8 or SCAR-L, M60E4 custom, UMP .45 SMG, and S&W 5,000 model sidearm
Name: Naomi Mitchell
Height 5 foot 5 (after the war 5 foot 8)
weight: 175lbs
age: 18
Race: American
Hair color: black
eyes: blue
skin color: tan color
Faction: U.S. military
Role: Medic/support/sniper/soldier
General loadout: ACR 6.8, MP7 SMG, and dese
12 Days of Band Camp12 days of Band Camp12 Days of Band Camp3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
On the first day of Band Camp my Director gave to me,
A piccolo Under the Sea
On the second day of Band Camp my Director gave to me,
Two Klutzy Trombones
And A Piccolo Under the Sea.
On the third day of Band Camp my Director gave to me,
Three Tone Deaf Trumpets
Two Klutzy Trombones
And A Piccolo Under the Sea
On the fourth day of Band Camp my Director gave to me
Four Fainting Flutes
Three Tone Deaf Trumpets
Two Klutzy Trombones
And A Piccolo Under the Sea
On the fifth day of Band Camp my Director gave to me
Five Water Breaks
Four Fainting Flutes
Three Tone Deaf Trumpets
Two Klutzy Trombones
And A Picco
The Visitor From Curtisville--Ch. 4 Past HistoryThe Visitor From Curtisville--Ch. 4 Past History1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 4--Past History
Town (1)
A herd of twenty licorn glided out of the surrounding forest, spiral horns and fluffy silvery hides glinting in the moonlight as they clattered across the cobblestone streets. They splashed in and out of a shallow creek that meandered through the front yard of one of stately townhouse, throwing up liquid moonbeams from their flying deer-like hooves. Finally growing weary of their wild games, they broke up into small groups, wandering up the hedge bordered streets to graze on lawn grasses and clover. Suddenly one of the licorn snorted, as a s
OF PUB WAITRESSES AND BRITISH SOLDIERSThe first time he smiled at her it took her breath away. The pale cheeks with a barely noticable smattering of freckles. His bright, green eyes. The messy mop of black hair that looked so tantalizingly soft that fell over his eyes just a little bit and oh, God, his smile. His beautiful, beautiful, smile. It was perfect and he was the embodiment of a porcelain doll that screamed "adorable".OF PUB WAITRESSES AND BRITISH SOLDIERS1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And then, he spoke. And he wasn't smiling at her, he was smiling at the tall blonde woman who owned the bar that Astrid worked at.
She hated the way it made her gut twist ever so slightly in jealousy. She only knew his name and that was because when the E
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