WritingAs I stare at a blank page, Im plagued with those same old questions.Writing6 years ago in Humor More Like This
What am I doing?
What do I hope to accomplish?
I look at the clock which heartlessly displays the numbers 3:07 a.m.
Why am I not in bed?
Maybe I should get the Decepticon symbol tattooed on my chest
That's when I realize that I've slipped into my own psychotic stream-of-consciousness. Im not going to anything written anytime soon.
How does J.K. Rowling do this?!?!
Wait. Scratch that last one. She had stopped trying when Sirius died
Maybe theres something on Google that can help me
I double-click my little internet icon and Wikipedia pops open.
Why cant I try to get help on the internet without getting porn?!?!?! NO, I dont want to order a Russian Bride that writes!
I had someone perfectI had someone perfect.I had someone perfect6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Someone to catch me when I fall.
Someone girls could only DREAM about.
Someone who would hold me.
Someone who would tell me he loved me.
Someone I could trust.
I had someone perfect.
Someone to call my own.
Someone I could say the most random things to and not look crazy.
Someone to say I looked beautiful even when I didnt.
Someone who I could rely on.
Someone who kept all my secrets.
I had someone perfect.
Someone who treated me right.
Someone who was always by my side.
Someone who followed my ridiculous requests.
Someone who would fight anyone for me.
Someone that always put a smile on my face and butterflies in my stomach.
And I lost him.
Movie Titles are OverratedEverything is going greenMovie Titles are Overrated5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And we are just bad girls waiting
To die young with cold blood on our hands
And warm wine in our bellies.
It's a beautiful affliction,
But a lover's prayer means nothing
Where mugshots and money play.
adriftpreaching to yourselfadrift1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a church made of whale
bones, filled with incense
made from rancid gurry.
maybe we are the parasites
who live in the beast
or maybe we are the beast
itself, dead on the ocean,
three days dead.
ShirleyThought you made me strong, ShirleyShirley6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thought I wouldn't cringe at the sight
Half-hanging and bloody, squirming in the dirt
18, 18, wife and kids
He tried to run, but you wouldn't let him
We could all see his breathing, from the inside out
Thought you made me strong, Shirley
Didn't think I'd feel like this
Hiding my neck, temples pounding
My head is splitting and I can feel my insides
Shirley, I don't love you anymore
Oh Dear, a Mystery- Part 1 My name is Detective Whatshisshorts. People call me James. Im a Private Investigator. Better known as a P.I. And if you laugh at P.I. then you were either thinking of it as Pee Eye or you just have a really bad sense of humor. Or maybe you were thinking of the word booger. That word makes me laugh.Oh Dear, a Mystery- Part 16 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Anyway, as I was I was saying, Im a private investigator. Not the Sherlock Holmes Hello my dear Watson, detective type guy. But the cold, mysterious, and mega-hella-cool type of guy. The chicks dig me cuz Well Im the cold, mysterious, and mega-hella-cool type of guy. Seriously, if youre a guy, try it. The babes love it.
Being a Private Investigator, (Private Eye,P.I., MC Hammer, whatever you wanna call it) I only take jobs that pay well, or jobs offered by hot chicks. So basically,
Sitting In The LibraryIt is so quite here.Sitting In The Library6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just the drone of the lights
And the tick of the clock.
Nothing to break
My concentration with.
All of this is just
To cancel out
No need to worry on things passed.
Just take you time and work.
The world will wait.
BFA.exeWelcome to Bizzy's Fabulous AdventureBFA.exe6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Type /help for instructions
Which slot? Available slots are 1, 2, 3
You are standing in a corridor. There is a closed wall panel in front of you. Available exits are west.
Inside is a duck, who waddles towards you. It quacks the tune of 'Happy Birthday' and leaps into your arms.
You eat the duck, it's crunchy and hard to chew. +5 Evil Points
You go back down the hallway.
You are at a hallway intersection. To the east is a dead end. There's an open panel on the wall, the floor is bloody and strewn with yellow feathers. To the west is a wooden door. To the north is a wooden door. To the south is Mississippi.
A large man wearing chaps approaches you. He says "We don't take kindly ta' yer kinda 'round here". His tone is threatening.
You swiftly kick the man in the testicles. He falls to the ground and yells "Whoa, nelly!". He cries like a baby-back bitch, as they
LovejoyGraceLovejoy6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
There is an old man outside in a small lawnchair, in front of a sign on the corner that reads Donate him or her to us instead, with an 800 number under the words. He looks worn and beaten, as if liable to break at the hint of opposition. But very few have ever taken his place, and none carry the same air of solidity and solidarity around them as he does. He is as much a part of the ambiance of Lovejoy and Twenty-seventh as the nondescript grey building behind him. From the open window of a car driving by, a child yells at the man to get a life. He turns his solemn eyes to the retreating taillights and says not a word in return, nor does he rise, bow his head, or motion beyond insignificance. He is a silent sentinel, a stone.
The man is there again today, but today he is not alone. On the side opposite him stands a group of protesters, each person holding a sign with a picture of a baby, unrecognizable anymore
The Adventures of Yanni I Yanni burst through the doors with a yell, swinging his sword wildly and cutting down everything that stood above than his waist. When he was done hacking and slashing, he wiped the blood from his moustache and looked around at the chaos he had brought. Bloody corpses, broken carts, impaled babies, and midget with a broken leg were all that remained of the evil stronghold called 'Wal-Mart'. Yanni was truly a powerful warrior, and he was feared throughout the land by nobility and Socialists alike for his sheer ferocity in combat. He left no enemy unfelled, no villain undefeated, and no damsel unfucked. He was capable of killing a man with a single strike, and making women scream with a single thrust. He was the Champion of Champions, the King of Kings, the Capo dei Capi, but now...it was time for lunch.The Adventures of Yanni I6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He chose Subway, which was around the corner from the recently-con
Zombies.One would think the undead used by Zahthrum would be your average half dead, (or 1/3 dead. Many scholars have talked about the possibility of an half dead not actually being "Half" but a "Third" of a "Quarter". Discussions of this matter went on for many years until they all agreed this was a very silly subject and moved on to the next dillema: Halfbreeds: 1/2 of each or more?) which wont stop until they are turned into dust. That is not the case. They are mindless zombies, yes but used in a very peculiar way. Since they are dead they dont have the problems living human/animals have: muscle strain and a brain always telling you not to do cool stuff.Zombies.7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
So they can dash through the battlefield at inhuman speeds trampling and weakening the enemy defense lines like a giant tsunami of flesh. Although this is a very useful in an open battlefeild, in a siege attack to a fortress the effect isnt as good as you might desire.
Here is the report of what happens when they're used in thes
Judah's PrayerI asked for You, my Lord and You have answeredJudah's Prayer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Most High, you have blessed me by Your mighty hand
Master Of The World, You have smote our enemy
You have shown them the might of the Lord
For so long, they had desecrated Your temples
They slaughtered swine at Your alter
They dared to sully Your temple grounds
We have dispelled them by the power of Your miracles
Through Your sword, we have defeated the foe
Who caused Your children anguish
Through Your benevolence, the lamp stayed alight
Though it had very little oil
I thank You, O Great Power
For You have saved us from certain death
I praise You eternally
I sing a song of gratitude
My lips pour out Your praises
Like fine wine from a golden urn
For You, who stopped the sun for Joshua
Who freed Your children from enslavement
I sing my praises to You
You, The Sword
You, The Hammer
You, The Father
LiebeIch liebe dich zweifellosLiebe6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Aber, du hasst mich
Ich bin allein ohne dich
I love you without a doubt,
But you hate me.
I am alone without you.
Image UnwrittenThe feeling gets weakerImage Unwritten7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The image becomes blurred
I read and re-write
But it still seems absurd.
It's jargon and mumbled
The translation lost
So I keep on erasing
No matter the cost.
It's forming an image
It's becoming so clear
At last understanding
Is almost here.
It's growing inside me
About to give birth
Scribbling and scratching
For all that I'm worth.
At last it arrives
Bringing tears to my eyes
I read and re-read it
And find only lies.
It's taken so long
For the story to form
But I feel disappointment
It's par for the norm.
The image I see
Within my own head
Once pencil hits paper
Soon becomes dead.
The image gets lost
And the story then dies
Behind my eyes.
Fenrir chapter 4Chapter 4Fenrir chapter 47 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The pasta's done. I pour the good sauce on like it's liquid crack, and I'm the addict. I put some dry monterey jack on. We keep it dry to aid in grating, since that's all we use it for. I also add some garlic powder, and sea salt. The standard spice complement. Really, the salt makes the meal. I don't know if you've tried pure sea salt, or pure salt from a mine since they're the same thing. But it is the best kind of salt you will ever have, and it can go on anything and make it better. Hell, when I first tried it I couldn't stop eating it on its own. It was that good.
And right now I'm avoiding thinking by eating. This is a common delaying tactic for me.
The pasta came out well. Not too much cold sauce that the pasta couldn't heat it. Just enough salt, and not too much garlic powder. Too much garlic powder and your pasta tastes like, well, powdered garlic. But as I consume the saucy goodness, I can't help but think, "where the hell did the dog ears come from?" I r
Fenrir chapter 6Chapter 6Fenrir chapter 66 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Have you ever been in a situation like this, and thought,'maybe if I just go sit back down, I can enjoy the rest of the movie, and forget about this'. I don't know if you thought about that, but I did. I thought about going back and sitting down because this was none of my business. I also wondered what I should do about my coat, since it was back in my seat, with my glasses in the pocket. Oh to hell with that,"HEY FUCKSTICK!!!" I yell out at the top of my lungs. I could have heard the audience shift in their seats even without my new ears. The guy turns his face up towards mine. A few strands of bleached black hair fall in his face. I can see his fangs, but almost no blood. His eyes are a little red, like he's been up all night. A single moment passes, and he bolts down the hall, trying to reach the door. I don't even think about the girl, part of me knows the movie goers will help her. Right now, all I can think about is the fact that he's scared enough to run. And if he's
37 Tips for Yeti Survival1. Some people claim there is no such thing as a Yeti. These people should be shot on sight because they are obviously Yetis in disguise. Dont worry, the police will totally understand.37 Tips for Yeti Survival6 years ago in Humor More Like This
2. A Yeti can easily be recognized by its large size, hairy body, and bad smell. Sort of like your weird cousin Earl.
3. Yetis work by getting into your tent and eating everyone inside. Therefore, if a Yeti asks to enter your tent, tell it no.
4. A Yetis main source of food includes cattle, hippies, and Asian people. Although it has yet to be attacked, California is an obvious and tempting target for any Yeti.
5. The Yetis North American cousin, the Sasquatch or Bigfoot, is a total pansy and should be shot for it. To compensate for this travesty, the American people named a sweet monster truck after the latter.
6. When picking your Yeti-fighting equipment, make sure that your weapon is large, powerful, and looks cool. It is a well known fact that a Yeti wont die unless if feels t
GrammarsBefore you think you know grammar,Grammars7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If your yours and you'res
and its and it's
and thens and thans and tos and toos and twos
and theirs and they'res and theres
and all the other little details that make
ever get jumbled up
just remember that it's not MY welcome;
WHOM did not kill the baker;
IT'S is only two words and nothing else;
THEN is timely compared to THAN;
The three TOS are not interchangeable,
and nor are the three THERES;
And you need COMMAS and correct CAPITALIZATION
because those are the differences between
"I helped my Uncle, Jack, off a horse,"
"I helped my uncle jack off a horse."
FenrirFenrirFenrir7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By Russet Wolf
Walking home: it's a concept that people in this city can't even wrap their heads around. The people in my high school can't even understand it. It's sad, really, that a bunch of kids, in the prime of their lives, can't survive without their cars. The more polite ones are amazed that I walk a whopping 1.8 miles to school every day. Two miles is how far away you have to be for the bus to pick you up. It's like we're supposed to have cars; like we're supposed to spend all that money to go a distance that is truly negligible. Less than two miles is nothing, unless you have to travel that distance before 7:39. How do I do it? I get up at six, fucking six. Because I never actually get up at six, more like six thirty, but I need the alarm to start the long, slow process of coming out of deep sleep. And I shower, then I brush my teeth while I'm in there, throw on some clothes, probably a green shirt and some jeans, that's almost my whole closet, gre
Let GoI miss youLet Go6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
More than one should
More than whats healthy.
I want you to hold me
To tell me Im all youll ever need
To tell me that youre only ever going to love me.
Im not being selfish
Baby, just being friends isnt the same
I just dont wanna see you hurt.
I need you
Youre like my drug
Youre my addiction.
I need you more than youll ever know or understand
I dont want to go through this
You know youre my everything.
But I just cant pull myself to finally
WARWAR IS IN HOLY HANDS OF GOD, YET AS WE HAVE A LARGE PRECENTAGE OF THE THINKING IS IN OURS . BUT US AS A ONE MIGHTY UNITED NATION WE HAVE THE DEMAND TO PUT AN END ON AMERICAS MIND CRUSHING BATTLES. WE DO NOT WANT TO GRASP THE PRSPECTIVE OF AMERICA AS BEING A TRECHOURS WAR FEILD, WE HUNGER THE THOUGHT OF AMERICA BEING FREE AT PEACE COUNTRY. SO AS I SAY TO ALL ONES WILLING TO HAVE THE ABILATY TO HOLD FREEDOM IN THE PALMS OF THEIR HANDS, IS IN THE PAITENT WAITING OF PEACE BEING LOCKED UP AND SHUT STUCK IN A BLEAK DAMP COLD CAVE FAR OF INTO THE DISTANCE THAT HAS A NEVER ENDING PATH TO THE MIDDLE OF NOWERE, AWAITING THE ARIVAL OF SOME ONE WITH A TRAIN OF THOUGHT TO FIGURE OUT AWAY TO GET PEACE LOVE AND HAPPINESS IN THIER HANDS . YET AS SOME OTHER FELLOW CITIZES AND I STAND UP FOR WHAT IS RIGHT, FREEDOM IS STILL AWAITING.WAR6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
MindMindMind6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mind is that of a scribble,
A constant babble and dribble.
A jumble of things above my maturity,
Memories I will hold for all of eternity.
My life is not what it seems,
A mix of hopes, memories, and dreams.
Friends I will always cherish,
Some Id rather die for than have them perish.
Family like no other,
Hey, I even love my little brother.
Waking up to each and every day,
I think positive in some little way.
Something I made...My muscles tensed. I lowered into a crouch, my stomach inches above ground. My eyes narrowed and my mouth coiled into a small sneer, my teeth clenched together. My tail waved from side to side, making very little noise. A noise I could not prevent. My nostrils flared as I smelled the blood of a wounded animal. My taste buds released moisture, leaving my mouth very dank. With every ounce of self control I had, I kept back, waiting for the right moment. The unsuspecting russet moose picked up its wounded head to take a small glance at the bush I hid behind. I forced myself to stop breathing and calm down, and sure enough, the moose went back to munching the forest floor. I knew there was no way a wolf of my size and stature could take down such an immense moose, but I could try.Something I made...6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I tried to make as little noise as possible, but soon a twig was broken under paw. I flinched, hoping the moose had not heard the small crunch of the twig. It began to saunter away, that