The DictatorSitting in a palatial wardroomThe Dictator3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by bullet-ridden walls
He watches the latest soap opera
Tearing up as he learns
That Jeffy won't be playing football again
Fool the people
Play the game
Before you knock
Tell me my name
His guns are shiny
His shoes are too
His teeth are capped in platinum
His arms are tattooed
Fool the people
Play the game
Showering with filthy billions
Still you reek of shame
It's the U.S. on Line 1
It's the Kremlin on Line 2
Is my yacht ready
Make sure it's stocked with champagne
Fool the people
Play the game
Are you winning
As you run in vain?
Schmoozing with the debutantes
Of Princes in your land
They bow to kiss your ring
Isn't life grand?
As choppers cut down the rabble
Thrill to the 30mm auto-cannon serenade
Blood fills the gutters
And new orphans weep, afraid
Fool the people
Play the game
Satan has your table ready
At the Chateau d' Profane
Cameras flash as reporters query
Do you still intend to parry
The critique of your sty
Requiem: Death LettersRequiem: Death Letters4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leeds is the first awake. Shadows of his dreams still echo in his eyes when he paces into the kitchen and startles her.
"You're too quiet." She smiles.
He doesn't. "Did you sleep?"
"I couldn't," she says.
He just nods. She pours him coffee. He drowns it in milk and sugar. They welcome the morning in companionable silence.
"I wanted to be there for him." It's a whisper. He stares at the coffee mug in his hands, seeing something very different. "I saw him get hit. I wanted to be there so bad. I would have gone in, but Vance held me back. Probably saved my life.
"Zack." He stops, almost overwhelmed, then forces himself to go on. "I would do anything for him. I would die for him. But I couldn't be there." His eyes are rimmed with tears.
She lays her hand over his.
Leeds wipes his face.
My Murderous FriendsDraw your swords you murderous men.My Murderous Friends4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Draw nigh with your arrows dipped in poison.
Let your lying lips come close to my ear.
Let your deceitful eyes meet mine.
The time has come once again.
The time to reveal your true nature.
You live to shed blood, my "friends".
You live to watch me suffer.
Come now, and pierce my heart once again,
with words that slaughter my very soul;
that cause my life to bleed out inside of me,
with rivers of tears that seem to have no end.
Come. Stare at my suffering,
with pitiless eyes that know no empathy;
with lips shaped in joyous smiles.
With laughter and joy, dance around my pain.
Your venomous words penetrate my being.
I stumble from all the pain of your poison.
Light and life is slowly drained.
Shrouding me in darkness
Have I pleased you now my "friends"?
In the midst of my pain, I see you laughing.
Surely my suffering was not in vain,
For you are happy.
The earth is made drunk by my blood.
Blood shed to satisfy your evil thirst.
You wield weapons t
Guide - realistic dictatorI've noticed a trend of having dictator/world-ruler/people in a position of power characters. Normally, I find these types of characters fascinating - I love hearing the minutiae of how they keep their regime in control, the cults of personality they develop, their rise and their fall ... it's one of the reasons I love 1984 so much; is Big Brother real? Did he even exist in the first place? Who is the real leader of Oceania? Unfortunately, I've begun to see it addressed shoddily and without much thought, so I decided to make a guide of sorts (more like a glorified checklist) for anyone who is curious on how to develop their dictatorial character, and to make them realistic.Guide - realistic dictator5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. Why do they want power?
I have seen this written away with, "because they want to control everyone", which is true to an extent with many historical figures who were dictators, and also fictional characters. However, this often goes much deeper than "wanting to control everyone" or "they're mad, I tell you! MAD!"
You Might Be A Liberal If...You Might Be A Liberal If YouYou Might Be A Liberal If...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
think the government can spend its way out of debt.
believe we need to fight big business with big government.
claim not to be a socialist, but still want the government to regulate the economy.
defend Obama by arguing "you only hate him because he's black!"
criticize people who call Obama "Hitler," yet had no problem calling Bush "Hitler."
worship wealthy celebrities who preach redistribution of wealth.
think Janeane Garofalo is as intelligent as she is attractive (on second thought, that's an accurate analogy).
think Fox News is biased because Keith Olbermann told you it was.
threw out your radio when Air America went off the air.
think Sarah Palin is the devil incarnate.
label every conservative as a fascist, yet possess no understanding of fascism.
think Bush was the dumbest president ever, yet was smart enough to orchestrate the largest inside job that is allegedly 9/
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 2Sayia walked through the halls,feeling the eyes of the oni soldiers upon her.It didn't phase,or spook her,in fact her presence spooked them,did she care?No sayia was used to people being afraid of her. She knew she had nothing to be afraid of,just loosing her fellow shinagami's.She had finally entered the shinagami's gathering room,where the shinagamis sat in chairs as the shadow projected a hologram showing their briefing, intelligence,enemy faction weapons and vehicles,and their targets.Sayia sat in her chair which overlooked the round room she stared down them watching them chat and converse,besides yuki who spent most of her time humming her mothers song she wrote for her when she was a little girl.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 23 years ago in Settings More Like This
Suddenly a silhouette appeared in the middle of them all, smoking a cigarette,it was their leader,the infamous ONI shadow.The leader of ONI
"Good evening shinagamis."he softly spoke,like a gentleman.
"Good evening shadow sir."they quietly replied.
Villager's Smash-Out!! PROLOGUE"SMASH WOMEN'S BOXING FEDERATION, A COLLABORATION WITH THE WVBA/CRAFTED BY THE ONLY PRINCESS THAT MATTERS/WILL BEGIN A WEEK FROM NOW/SIGN YOUR NAME ON FORM BELOW TO ENTER"Villager's Smash-Out!! PROLOGUE1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The green-clad Villager overlooked the flyer, eager with anticipation for the day's events. As it turns out, it actually HAS been a week since that flyer came out, and our protaganist just so happens to have a boxing match; her first ever.
"I've tried to do as much training as I can...I hope I'm ready!" she thought to herself as she slapped a red pair of boxing gloves onto her taped hands. She was a mayor once; but for now, she's a boxer.
She walked down the ramp to a roar of cheers. As she waved with her red gloves, she slipped into the ring and was directed into her corner by the oddly silent referee with a weird green cap on. All she had to do was wait...
And there her opponent was, and...what the heck is that thing? It's like a weird...white and green...puppet object. Behind it was a woman in white carrying a pur
ComposedComposed2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Auri jerks out of bed for a moment and glances around the her dark bedroom, waiting for her eyes to adjust. She sits up in bed and yawns before she reaches for the light switch on her lamp nearby when she hears a sudden creak of metal outside. The Four freezes for a moment and listens hard.
She hears the creak again only this time it is fainter, sounding off farther down.
Is someone trying to get in? the commander thinks to herself as she gets out of from under the warm covers. Once her bare feet hit the cold metal flooring, she's grateful she had slept in warm clothes. The winters at this base were brutal, the captain had told her and he was right. The Four reaches into her nightstand nearby and picks up her pistol before she pads quietly across the room to her door. She eases it open and glances out. Blue eyes squint into the darkness before she opens the door.
Silence greets the Spartan as she steps out into the dark hallway. She looks left and right before walking forw
a week and a dayI couldn't stop thinking abouta week and a day4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the one time my friend said
in the light
my eyes look like honey.
I kept ending up in the
for some reason. What did you think?
And the dragonflies that kept
being near me. The first one landed
right next to me on the rock and
another one was
so close to my hand but
I scared it away.
I helped you build your bridge.
I didn't touch your hand today.
It's not that I didn't want to, but
I don't need help.
I'm strong and if I can walk
I'm going to walk.
In retrospect, that's ok. It's
probably better that way. Awkwardness.
Different from the incremental
dips in conversation that
you started filling with
You sigh a lot.
You said, "Maybe you should search that.
Why people sigh so much."
In all honesty, I don't think
Google will tell me
what's on your mind.
I fell and you asked me
if I was ok. It took me
a few seconds and a few
unsure steps but
I could walk. I could
balance on the log and
I made it across, even when you said
"I'll go first."
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 1The feminine figure laid on her bed, examining the white walls of her quarters,seeing all the pictures that crest had drew for her.On these pictures where figures,two with black banged hair, one with white hair with silver streaks,and one with a red goatee,short hair,and a sinister hell-hound smile,like that of a hungry wolf stalking its prey,getting ready for the kill.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 13 years ago in Settings More Like This
She turned on her back and looked at the white ceiling,sighing.She began to close her eyes as everything around her went silent and dark.
She awoke in a forest that seemed endless.The trees where all dead,gray,lowering down sometimes.She picked herself up and began to walk trying to find anyone in this dead forest.Suddenly a figure was seen,a small girl.She came close to her and reached out for her.
It was no female,it was a silhouette of a young girl.She wore a white dress,and held a stuffed bear.She began running.
The female however looked at her hand,and saw a JERICHO MK IV claw.She saw it, she was in the Shinagami a
What Comes Around Goes Around (REQUEST)This is a request! Read the description for details.What Comes Around Goes Around (REQUEST)4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
***WARNING! CONTAINS MILD BLUEBERRY INFLATION AND MILD POPPING. DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ.***
The bell rang to the relief of hundreds of bored, paper-flicking school students, signalling the end of one lesson but the start of another. However, this only meant that the students were ever closer to home time, but there was one particular girl waiting for the home time bell more than anyone else. Stephanie was a brunette sophomore who didn't quite fit in with everyone else in her year, nor did she fit in with anyone else in any other year for that matter. She was a quiet, pretty girl, with a muffin top created by her skinny denim jeans, held up by a leather belt; she always wore the same long-sleeved blue top so she didn't reveal anything, except her slightly chubby hips. Stephanie was the perfect example of a well-behaved student, but her impeccible grades only r
As If Nothing HurtIt had been just another Saturday afternoon in the peaceful state of Virginia, site of Alfred's oldest and most historical of all his houses. The sun shone brightly in a cloudless sky as the trees and flowers waved in a slight breeze. Birds sang from branches above and squirrels chattered busily, and the grass in a nearby field danced elegantly in a surprise gust, sending butterflies free-flying into the air.As If Nothing Hurt5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nothing about that day could have yielded a warning about the horror Arthur was going to find when he finally reached Alfred's colonial home.
Outside the house, the birds still sang and the frogs in the pond still croaked happily, going about their daily business. The sun still shone. There wasn't an ominous darkness about the place, and it wasn't locked up or shut in either. All the windows were uncovered and open, filling the house with the fresh air and natural chorus. The world was utterly peaceful.
That is, until a gunshot rang out.
The sound sent Arthur at least two feet int
The OriginalAnd so here we were in this jumbled place Mr. Wonka calls his inventing room. I already got the Everlasting Gobstopper that Slugworth asked for so I'm home free.The Original7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Violet Beauregarde the 3rd golden ticket holder thought as she walked over to a very weird contraption, fate had something in store for Ms. Beauregarde. She is wearing a light blue pantsuit with a wide red belt.
"Now over here, if you'll follow me,I have something rather special to show you."
"Well, it's special all right. I only hope my veruca doesn't want one." Mr.Salt jokingly said. I thought of saying something but she wanted to see what the machine does.
"What a contraption!" Mike Teevee said
"Isn't she scrumptious? She's my revolutionary, nonpollutionary, Mechanical wonder. Now, button, button, who's got the button?"Wonka asked.
"It's over there." Charlie answering Mr.Wonka.
They went on talking but I was too busy looking at this thing looked like a bunch of odds and ends, I bet it doesn't do anything." Vi
ODST Brotherhood prolugeWell...its been a year since reach....since i lost many friends and family,since i lost the love of my live,and...since i nearly lost my entire squad.But,i made a soul promise,i'd protect them with my life. I've had to many losses,but that ends this day.Heh listen to me rant i forgot to introduce myself, my name is Jack Christopher noeland.I'm and ODST (orbital drop sock trooper)i was a army soldier on reach....but thats past me now,i cant tell you the horrible memories i saw on that planet.Well anyways let me give you the rundown.Im a commander,and im with a unsc division thats always been known as the best of the best 1st disivion wolf pack.In second in command,and my right hand man,is my childhood friend,Dibs dubbo.He's austrailian,mean,and ready to kill the covenant,just the soldier i need for the second in command.He carries a pretty mean shotgun,its from when we where on reach,the special thing about it,is that it as tree barrels on it.He regrets what happened to us onODST Brotherhood proluge4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Addiction, updatedA grey, haggard dawn.Addiction, updated6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Already you struggle with the rebirth
It almost seemed that the impetuous
rush, the flash flood of consciousness,
had lifted you so high that you
could hear the very conversation
of the gods.
Now your ears are beset with jeering echoes
of bitter words, silent, scathing judgments
from tongues the earth has stilled.
The empty city spreads like a mausoleum
around you, its indifferent streets sprawling.
The winds keen scalpel probes the shallow
skin of clothing, insufficient to preserve your
bodys dwindling heat.
Still you know that you can purchase
yet another dose of freedom from
the curse of ailing flesh. Icarus fell
only once from the zenith of his sky.
True EqualsIvan gazed absentmindedly at the wood of the table, polished to a pristine quality, as was commonplace in Arthur's old palace. He could see his reflection, his own violet eyes staring almost eerily back through the glazed brown surface. They were void of feeling.True Equals5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Of course, the entire U.N had made an enormous fuss over Alfred's injuries, mostly due to shock. It was a truly rare thing when Alfred Jones entered a meeting covered in bandages and bruises, after all. This particular meeting had accomplished absolutely nothing, as Arthur was too busy grilling his younger brother as to the circumstances of his wounds with a chorus of Francis, Yao, Toris, and a very quiet Matthew, while Kiku dazedly examined the American for himself, eventually producing several antibiotics and pain medications from seemingly oblivion. The others, including Ludwig and Roderich, discussed quietly amongst themselves, eyeing Alfred's body and trying to deduce what manner of weapon had broken it. This lasted for a
Berried ExplosionRescue Ranger Tree HouseBerried Explosion5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chip was out doing some shopping, Dale was watching TV with Zipper, Monty was making a cheese sandwich, and Gadget was in her lab working on something secret.
"Hey Monty, do you know what Gadget's been working on?" Dale asked.
"Don't know mate." Monty replied. "She's been working on it for a while. All I know is that involves fruit. I saw her getting a blueberry into her room."
Chip, Monty, and Zipper were shocked from hearing the explosion and turned to see Gadget's room had exploded.
Gadget, now covered in ash and burnt blueberry juice with her lavender mechanic's coveralls and white shirt ruined, came out coughing. "Golly..." she spoke.
"Gadget, you ok?" Monty asked.
"I'm fine..." Gadget said as she removed her goggles from her face.
"What the heck were you working on?!" Dale asked.
"I was working on a way to make fruit juice not spoil." Gadget explained.
"Why were you doing that?" Monty asked.
"Eh... I was bored." Gadget replied.
2nd Tour 3: Two up, over-easyWarning: Some girl to... something else TF. Expansion, inflation, etc. If that's not your cup of tea, please move along.2nd Tour 3: Two up, over-easy5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bucket led five very frightened girls out of the inventing room. After the "indicents" that befell Becca, Nicole, and Paula, only Amy, Tina, Erin and the twins Sara & Kara remained. Despite the calming chemical cocktail the ladies were inhaling, the fear was palpable. Bucket's assurances notwithstanding, each girl secretly feared that she would be the next to be transformed into some sort of human/fruit/confection hybrid.
Bucket led them down a long hallway, and when they reached the end, they were again looking at the chocolate river. A dock ran from the hall's end at least twenty feet into the current, which appeared to be moving quite a bit faster than when the girls first saw it lazily flow through the Chocolate Room. The river was flowing down what look
Valentine's Day 2010Valentine's DayValentine's Day 20106 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Tf story
Lorelei sighed as she marked off another day on her calendar. Tomorrow was the couple's day, Valentine's Day, another day where she would be alone again. She looked to her mirror and looked at herself, seeing her long fizzy brown hair curl around her face, her thick black rimmed glasses covering her freckled cheeks and her hazel-gray eyes. She was cute in her own sort of way but was probably a little to "academic" for the shallow crowd that occupied today's high schools, and she couldn't help but feel a little ostracized for being who she was. She focused on her studies because it was all she could do since her social life was little to non-existent. She wasn't one for make-up and all the fuss it takes just to be presentable for someone to notice and she hoped that eventually the right one will show up and like her for who she is.
Anyway she thought Valentine's Day was another scam by the retailers to get some misguided guy to pony up some extra money jus
Fortitude And Faith“Nileas!” Ausrius bellowed again. He could find no trace of his fellow, even with his enhanced senses, and helmet overlay. No trace of the daemon either.Fortitude And Faith4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He surveyed the cavern again, slowly re-examining all the corners. He checked the load in his bolter, and advanced, weapon at the ready, continuing to scan in visible light, infrared, and wireframe overlay. The ripples and folds of the tunnel played tricks on the mind, casting odd shadows and concealing entire caverns behind seemingly solid formations of stone.
“Nileas,” he voxed again. “Brother, do you copy?” Likewise the dense rock played havoc with the vox net. He had no contact with his squad commander, or Imperial forces on the surface, and, up until a quarter-hour ago, only intermittent contact with his battle brother, and that plagued by static. Now it seemed that too was gone.
Eyes1Eyes6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
You are my mystery,
I cant tell you what I see
when you gaze at me.
Im lost in our dialogue,
lapped by our wordlessness.
Eyes speak quietly,
yet to be explored.
Desire like electricity,
Lightning flash between our eyes
These empty eyes
have seen too much. Once they smiled,
dancing, full of life.
Now they stare from blank faces
white as kabuki make-up.
The destructive trance
of war has stunned them, their youth
has been stolen away.
These eyes, still living, able
only to see shades and death.
Thats Not Right.Kate sat in her living room with her boyfriend Mike. Kate, an average sized girl in her twenties had everything going for her. She had recently purchased a small top floor apartment.Thats Not Right.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kate was a blonde hair, blue eyed wonder. She was stunning as Mike called her. Her only downfall was her addiction to candy.
Mike and Kate had been together 5 months and still going strong.
What Kate didn't know, sitting on her couch that night, was that something big was going to happen whether she liked it or not.
Kate was wearing black sweatpants that were quite snug on her legs and backside. And a white tank-top that she had tucked into her pants. Her long blonde hair is straightened and is flowing down her back. She is wearing no shoes, and curled up resting on Mike's arm watching TV.
"Hey hun...." Kate said looking up with her blue eyes at Mike.
"Yeah Babe?" Mike answered.
"I know we're both comfortable... but I'm kind of hungry." she said with a smile.
"Oh, well I don't mind getting up if you're com
Moon StruckGalileo examined the stars at night,Moon Struck4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
he used his telescope. What a sight!
His priest refused to look. Alert to heresy,
he was terrified of what he might see.
UndoingsWhen your mouth moves I rememberUndoings7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what it felt like as I rushed to flip a page
and sliced my hand on the edge of words.
Every syllable you murmur in my ear stings
I am four again. I will not breathe
until you untangle me slowly
from you, from your own undoings
that have become the paper wrappings
around the bird-cage of my heart.