Marines Corps StoryMarines Corps Story2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Every now and then, in the middle of the constant barrage of crap that's just pissing us all off these days, we come across a story, a feat, an event that just makes us stop in our tracks. This was one for me.
Cody Green was a 12-year kid in Indiana who was diagnosed with leukemia at 22 months old. He loved the Marines, and his parents said he drew strength and courage from the Marine Corps. As he bravely fought the battle into remission three times. Although he was cancer-free at the time, the chemotherapy had lowered his immune system and he developed a fungus infection that attacked his brain.
Two weeks ago, as he struggled to fend off that infection in the hospital, the Marines wanted to show how much they respected his will to live, his strength, honor and courage. They presented Cody with Marine navigator wings and named him an honorary member of the United States Marine Corps. For one Marine, that wasn't enough...
So that night, before Cody Green passed away, he took it upon him
The Town named Owl CityOwl City is a small little country city near the ocean. It's mayor is Adam Young, a shy yet kind man who is the one who built this humble town. We don't have a very large population, about eh...a couple thousand people. But everyone is very nice and will gladly greet any tourists who come.The Town named Owl City2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The weather isn't just sunny, cloudy, rainy, and stormy. There's beautiful vanilla twilights, snows that contain peppermints, alligator skies, and on some nights, meteor showers, kamikazes, a helicopter moon, blue lights that are surprisingly fuzzy, and shooting stars that shine the night. You can even see galaxies in the sky clearly that other places couldn't show even with a telescope.
Now Owl City is an ocean town, isn't it? So it must have a beach. And indeed you are right, Owl City does have a beach, Umbrella Beach is it's name. Why is it named Umbrella Beach? Because everyday, there are many umbrellas on the beach, even if the day before had no umbrellas. If you look out the horizon, you may se
You Might Be A Liberal If...You Might Be A Liberal If YouYou Might Be A Liberal If...3 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/
My Helpful Hints Writer'sBlockStoryWolf's Helpful HintsMy Helpful Hints Writer'sBlock3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
The worst thing that could happen to a creative writer and
what really drives my crazy is writer's block.
It happens to every writer at least once or multiple times.
You have this idea in your head, but no matter how hard you try,
your brain just doesn't want to talk to your pencil and paper
Story: Come on, why wont you work with me?!
Computer: It's 4 am and you're writing this stupid skit.
Story: Don't argue with me, I know where your power cord is.
Here are a few helpful hints that help me when I'm stuck.
#1: Listen to Music.
Music is full of inspiration and requires the use of both sides
of the brain to listen to and sing. The rhythm of a song can also
set the mood for a scene that you're writing and (if you're typing)
can actually give you a rhythm to type to. I use this method a lot
because I love music.
'Lucius' PewDiePie wake up in the morning songWake up in the morning not giving a single sh*t'Lucius' PewDiePie wake up in the morning song1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
got my panties and bengt, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this mansion,
Before I leave, kill Gene, cause I don't like his smoking
Cause' once I've tasted blood there's no going back
I got that telekinesis on the go, go
What'd you put in these scones, scones?
Head maids about to go, go
I'm sayin, forever more, more
Walking up to the pantry
I'm starting to get a bit, diz-zy
Don't stop, on the dot
deaths in every single spot
tonight, Imma slice
'Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock on the clock
But the killings don't stop, no
Don't stop, now their shocked
And I've only just begun
Tonight, I see dad , and you know that must be bad
I'm the son of satin, hear your fright
Slip, smack, back will crack,
Icicles are gonna, fall
Ain't got a care in world, but I got plenty of weapons
Don't got no rules in my head, but I still get game overs
And now, the clues are lining up, cause Macguffin's here under orders
I got no sense anymore, because I work with
How to Write FanfictionHow to Write Fanfiction in 100 Easy StepsHow to Write Fanfiction7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1) Write a story about your favorite book/movie/play/TV show, starring your favorite characters in situations of your devising. This is called fanficiton.
2) Gloat. It's almost as good—no, better!—than the real thing. The original author/creator/director should hire you to do their job for them!
3) Discover FanFiction.net. Feel unoriginal for a moment, then console yourself that no one's fanfiction could possibly be as good as yours.
4) Browse fics from your favorite book/movie/play/show. Read a few at random.
5) Die a little inside seeing the way fourteen-year-old writers molest the characters of your beloved fandom and the English language in general (even if you are fourteen yourself).
6) Be glad your fics aren't that terrible. Make all haste in posting your own, taking care to check the grammar and spelling along the way.
7) Submit your fic. Feel benevolent for nobly sharing your genius with these talentless wretches.
8) Check for reviews e
DesirousDesirousDesirous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
enveloping and preserving, we
fall into an endless age of
and stars that blind
behind closed eyes.
a great gulf churns,
filled with a cacophony of our secrets,
needs and desires separating the press of today from
and your dark eyes that bind me.
Like A Mirror.
the sweetest sighs
layered upon, drenched within and
my soft skin
with your rough hands and resonant voice-
hearing my heart's desire through the shroud of this surface.
See. Behold. Embrace. Entwine.
Seven SlayersListen my hatchling, for now you shall hearSeven Slayers2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Of the only seven slayers a dragon must fear.
First beware Pride, lest belief in one's might
Has you discount the foeman who is braving you sight.
Never Envy other dragons their wealth, power, or home
For dark plots and plans will bring death to your own.
Your Wrath shouldn't win, when spears strike your scale
Anger kills cunning, which you will need to prevail.
A dragon must rest, but Sloth you should dread
Else long years of napping let assassins to your bed.
'Greed is good,' or so foolish dragons will say
Until piles of treasure bring killing thieves where they lay.
Hungry is your body, and at times you must feed
But Gluttony makes fat dragons who can't fly at their need.
A got Lust for glory, gems, gold, or mates
Leads reckless young drakes to the blackest of fates.
So take heed of this wisdom precious hatchling of mine,
And the long years of dragonhood are sure to be thine.
A Letter to my FatherFather,A Letter to my Father2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Today, It has been nine months and nineteen days since I left. Three thousand kilometers of distance. This is the longest period of time that we have been apart. I miss you, I remember you all the time. Suddenly, I remember things I did not think about before, suddenly they all keep jumping in my face, so many memories, some warm, some cold, some tough, and some just beautiful.
Do you know that I can remember the days you were teaching me the Arabic alphabet and the French Alphabet. Whenever we have a guest, I run to them and start shouting " A,B,C,D,E,F......." They smile and ask me who thaught you all this, I run to you, I hug you and I say " Dad taught me".
You took me to the beach, you taught me how to love it, this is why now the beach is where I find my soul, where my heart feels at home, where I feel a very strong sense of belonging I dont quite understand. We went to
Silent NightSilent NightSilent Night1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's something broken between us
The crystal bridge that bound our shores
It erupted and fell apart
In silence of the holy night
Majestic ice cubes shined so bright
Over the boiling lava stream
That flew on without compromise
Consuming love as it may seem
There's something frozen between us
Poor firmed water melted and cried
Its tacit tears dripped unwitnessed
Until they smothered river cruel
Left unable to find more fuel
For fire; world feels cold and dead
Like torch that forgot it once burned
It's dark, who'll take first step ahead?
Under The Murky WatersChildren of the first sinner,Under The Murky Waters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dragging his filthy soul at his tail.
He does not dare to look up
Where God's face resides.
Walking the earth; a pack of wild dogs
Scavenging the last pride,
Snatching what is left of mercy.
Down creatures, leeches in the murky waters.
Always on the move to a new pure land,
Hunting down every butterfly wing,
Slaughtering every young green bud.
Children of the massacre, slaves of the cannon
You have your hands down my throat,
Your knife sliding down my spine,
You say: "Keep your smile and greet Humanity"
I swallow the rocks; I wave for my brothers
I fell, I died , they walked over me,
Fanmade: Dead Space LyricsFanmade: Dead Space Lyrics4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Twinkle, Twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
In the deep and darkest place,
In the unknown void of space.
Dying alone without light,
None can see within the night.
Even the comforting star,
Cannot twinkle quite this far.
Not knowing from where they came,
They will find you all the same...
They once lived but now they're dead.
Hollow whispers in your head.
There's no place for you to go,
Death's your fate and this you know.
The black holds what you can't see,
They shall come take hold of thee.
There's no light within this place,
Lost and gone in this Dead Space.
Death, o Death, you can't be far
How I wonder what you are...
NyctophiliaThe under-comfort, touch and sensations.Nyctophilia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those shadows, clinging like vines to suffocate the world.
A withhold of oxygen, seeping out of flesh,
like an inhalation of rat acid.
And a feeling of silk, milky on calloused hands,
midnight breakaways into back alleys
where heroin is heroic not heretic.
A gasp for rain.
Bullets fired by God's gun onto the wretched race of man.
Sunday mornings in a bed unfamiliar; foreign.
to groak from afar the previous night.
Bewildered, brainwashed in some 24/7 diner.
Succumbed to the agony of a nyctophilic.
Hunger Pains..Hunger Pains2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I dreamt and I dreamt and I dreamt of you.
I was filled to overflowing with promise wrapped in malachite colored wishes.
You were deliciously mine in that cloud of imaginings you arrived upon.
And I loved you there,
under brilliant Technicolor rainbows
covering bittersweet chocolate rivers.
Soft and supple; the shafts of golden light pouring in from the dark tantalized.
You were defined, clarified, delineated.
I was enlightened.
Luminous, you asked me to dance among the willows, sweet grass and wildflowers.
and we danced and we danced and I laughed silent until breathless-
and in my loss of breath, that moment of strangled sleep drenched death,
my eyes opened to save me.
Lungs filled and dark eyes opened, I felt a borrowed bed under my hip, the same under my breast.
Deep-sky ObjectsAcross the universe,Deep-sky Objects2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
before you and I, he and she, us, them, we:
creviced constellations and thimble heavens,
daybreak waves upon empty shores,
Guilty candle flames and waxing promises
hovering precariously in our memories,
incensed dreams of breaking points,
jade, and horizon lines devoid of sun, moon, or cloud.
Keening present comes hell and high water.
Lamentations adrift on covenantal arcs in time
meld into a sea of magpie dreams--
Nine for a kiss;
one for sorrow.
Past is present, tomorrow's future, and yesterday's season.
Questions rise and fall as monotonous heartbeats, weekdays, and lunar tides.
Rings around Saturn seem closer in orbit than the kinetic
spontaneity of couples in tandem
The proximity of lips and palms.
Universally, there is a temporal forever,
virile in its continual strand of barren stars
wading into the black hope of a galaxy
xenophilic in love.
Yet nothing changes.
Zen moments begin at the end: an acceptance of inev
immolarethe best of relationships are dances on fire:immolare2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
frenzied holy ember quicksteps
filled with passionnot a knee-jerk tramp through mire.
wipe the detritus off your soul, my darling.
balance your heart on the sickle moon
as the heat of desire burns through the evening.
be more than a field mouse gnawing at tomorrow's
grainy desires or burrowing halfheartedly through blouses
of other women. play with smiles and toy with glances.
redden more than cheeks with the glittery frivolity of
a bedroom gaze of empty promises.
remember, in the best relationships, sparks fly.
even the oldest of flames will not sit idly by.
Amber WarsAmber WarsAmber Wars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If stars were up to lend an ear
To just one question in a million years,
Would you ask, if they'd seen tomorrow smiling
Or how brightly you shine in their light?
Upset sky, a cauldron of blue milk boiling
Contains all "what if's" and words left unsaid;
Drawers overflow with letters
Those will one day be
Written with help of runestones
And planetary constellations
That according to some
Will put minds into the right order
Bald-headed princesses fight
Over each other's scalp
To much liking of armed jewellers
Scavengers in these amber wars
Children with empty gaze
Looking from behind trellis of barcodes,
With unclear expiration date
Genuinely identical identities
Wielded by phantoms not to be fathomed
- Thou willst not chew their names nor spit them out -
They put autographs on branded bullets
Sent to kiss sad smiling faces
Those attempt to clean the orbit
Of conscience from all quandaries
And make silence a crime
Pawns die and kill for life in peace
Disney LandThe frost nips at her ivory flesh.Disney Land2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Naked punctures mingle up her arms, creating a pattern known all too well by the dead,
The only company being a cold metal slab,
Her youth completely withered.
She was such a beautiful girl...
But what do we expect from a girl whose best friend invaded her veins?
It's no surprise...
For such a friend never truly gives...
But Inhales the innocent and well mannered, confusing their reality.
She probably thought she was at Disney Land...
And by the time she figured it out, it was too late.
Micky wasn't dancing anymore.
The tea cup weren't spinning.
The music had stopped.
Stuck in this fantasy that had become her personal pandemonium...
To go back though,
Such an excruciating reality,
To face those she betrayed,
To feel such failure...
No, she couldn't overpower such despair.
So she turned to her best friend,
The one she knows deliberately did this to her,
As Diabolus Turns - Ch.3As Diabolus Turns - Ch.32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As Diabolus Turns
Part 3: The Bold and the Beautiful
Several hours had passed and there was still no sign of Marty. Harlie cursed silently as he flipped through a hefty stack of papers. His boss had not completed any of the work set out for him, which left his second-in-command in charge of dealing with it. With his already ceiling-high workload, Harlie was not in the mood, nor was he entirely capable of completing everything in the needed time. He knew that even if he worked steadily until sunrise he would still not have a chance at clearing his plate.
What bothered the orange blacorite even more was the unusual behavior Marty had been exhibiting. This business, this entire planet, was Marty's ownership and he had not been fond of letting it fall to ruin. The profits he made from the attractions more than sustained its upkeep, and the success that it accomplished brought him the greatest joy. It was unreal to see him simply not care in the slightest. Even more stra
Accuracy and PrecisionI can pin point the moment I fell in love with you,Accuracy and Precision2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I can't pin it to my sleeve.
Today I learned my favorite word is Mercury; which brings back memories of memorizing planets
and running on playgrounds in muddy dresses.
My life isn't long,
but it's filled with familiarity that leads me to thinking things better left un-thought.
Imagine my shock when I stared at the sky and thought only of sharing these things with you.
And then I remember that for every whisper left wayward,
from my mouth to your ears,
was only conformation of something I already knew.
I can pin point the moment my heart tore in two,
it was the moment I realized dreams like these don't come true.