House on my HeadI grew a house on my head.House on my Head3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I populated it with animals:
a mouse for a housekeeper,
a lizard in the kitchen cooking eggs,
a butler wolf whistling and saying 'sir',
a chinchilla to sweep rooms' corners,
a giraffe wiping windows,
a black Labrador pup to clear the chimneys.
The house is old fashioned but it runs to time.
A sloth winds the clocks;
a badger delves the vegetable patch.
Everyone gets on fabulously
and will eat eggs together at breakfast,
gossiping about the awful state of my head:
how the tubes in my brain need scrubbing out,
you can tell because the plumbing gurgles
and the lights in the attic flicker at unexpected hours.
The landlord, a snub-nosed monkey, is convinced
that nuggets of knowledge are lodged
in the mulch of my swampy mind.
He sends search parties of ants scurrying
down my ear holes, dredging the depths.
He thinks I'm a goldmine to be gutted.
I'm with the mouse. She says my taste isn't bad,
though for the carpets she wouldn't have gone with green;
and the journey
Dreams Of MeDreams Of Me4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dreams of me
Every night as I watch her restless sleep
In the soft bed in which she lays her head
Quietly I try not to make a peep
Until morning when she wakes from the dead
I hide from the sun when it is rising
My sanctuary I sleep and wait
To me her human form is so addicting
Having her blood lust is something I hate
I watch at night and wonder what she dreams
If it is of me and her heart I'll steal
I will wake her if it's ever of screams
Then to her I will finally be real
One night I will give her my sweet blood kiss
Her blood lust is what I will always miss
A Christmas SurpriseA Christmas SurpriseA Christmas Surprise4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A single snowflake fell lazily and lit on my nose; settled in the crook between the tip and the trophy bump I have from when I broke my nose as a child. I crinkled my nose and shook, but stopped as I remembered. Sara says I look like a cute little bunny when I do that, and I turn a severe shade of red every time, so I try to catch myself when I can, keep my cheeks from the rosy blush she loves to laugh about. I shook one more time, sniffed a little, and smiled to myself. I slammed the car door shut and looked down the quaint, snow-covered cul-de-sac. I chuckled and kept smiling; this was the perfect Christmas. I had been abroad all first semester and Sara hadn't expected me back until after New Years, but I decided to surprise her for Christmas and caught an earlier flight. I felt inside the right pocket of my wool coat, comforting myself that it was still there. It had been two years, four months, and eight days since we started dating. Over two years, and we had
One ChanceElliot is four. He watches his grandfather breathe out cigarette smoke in his creaking armchair. The living room is small enough to be heated by the portable radiator near his grandfather's slippers. When the old man realises his grandson waits for him, he begins.One Chance4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"This is a ruined world, son. Diseased with hatred and war before you were born." He takes a drag on his cigarette and Elliot breathes in the coming smoke. "This world is dead, but I know there's another. We could go to it if we only knew the way." Elliot's grandfather smiles at his thoughts. "There's another place put aside for us. I'll find the door one day."
The radiator splutters to its death and the old man curses his misfortune.
Elliot is ten. His hair is in a ponytail because that's how his brother wears it and his big brother's the best. Nick Ward and his friends from the year above don't think so.
They grab Elliot as soon as he leaves the cubicle in the little boy's room and pushes him face first into a wall, holding
The Institute 16Shadow groaned softly and forced his eyes open. He stared at a strange tiled ceiling for several minutes, not understanding where he was or what he was doing there in the first place. There was a blinding light shining in his eyes that made his head ache terribly. He tried to reach up with his hand to block the light from his eyes, but he couldn't move. Panic started setting in and he twisted around, trying to get free. A warm hand was gently place on his chest and he stopped moving.The Institute 162 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Don't try and move," a soft voice said. "You've been restrained so you won't hurt yourself."
Shadow tried to say something, but all that came out was a low groan.
"How do you feel?" the voice asked.
"Light hurts," Shadow groaned.
The light was dimmed.
"How's that?" the voice asked again.
"Better," he sighed.
He blinked and the room came into better focus. He moved his head to the side and blinked to make sure he was not seeing things. Sonic sat in a very uncomfortable-looking chair with a straight metal b
Five More MinutesFive more minutesFive More Minutes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could have had just five more minutes with you.
Just to caress you and tell you
Just how much I love and appreciate you.
To tell you about my dreams and point of view.
Just five more minutes.
Just four more minutes.
I wish I could have had just four more minutes with you.
Just to hold you in my arms
Just to kiss you all over, like I should have before.
And to whisper one more poem in your ear.
Just four more minutes.
Just three more minutes.
I wish I could have had just three more minutes with you.
Just to listen to what you had to say.
Just to compliment you one last time.
And to tell you how sorry I am; how much I regret what I've done.
Just three more minutes.
Just two more minutes.
I wish I could have had just two more minutes with you.
Just to listen to you, just once
Just to treat you like you deserved all this time.
And to let you cry on my shoulder and tell me how you feel.
Just two more minutes.
Just one more minute.
I wish I could have h
Selachimorpha da SpazioSelachimorpha da Spazio5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Captain Broahm hadn't been asleep nearly long enough when he was dumped unceremoniously from his bunk onto the floor. Cursing, he'd barely gotten his bearings before the ship righted itself, tossing him backwards into the bulkhead, sending a blinding flash of lightning through his already aching head.
His left eye clouded, and he wiped at the blood that was pooling there from a fresh gash on his forehead.
"Bugger," he grumbled, pulling himself upright with help from the cargo nets lining the sleeping quarters.
Staggering out of the still swaying cabin into the hallway, he climbed the ladder onto the bridge and found the first officer white knuckled at the wheel. Half the instrument lights were out or flickering and several of the windows were missing, broken glass scattered across the console and onto the floor.
"Grady, what the hell was that? You hit something?"
The startled first officer turned and stammered "Plane, I think, hit us. It's out there in the water." He pointed out the ba
Somethings Magic Can't ChangeElizaveta hated being in love.Somethings Magic Can't Change2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Because she was in love, her heart pounded, her breathing stopped, and she couldn’t talk.
She couldn’t hate Gilbert anymore, of course, but that was something she was going to change.
She had found the stopwatch under that piece of antique furniture Austria just got. She had been confused at first, unsure how to use it, but then she realized it turned back time.
It was a chance to turn back time to when she was love-free.
So Elizaveta thought about it some time...
And turned it back to when she broke up with Austria.
She found herself after the fight, after she had stormed out of the house. She found herself in a tiny, graffiti-ed alley. She found herself thinking lovingly and sadly of Austria.
And then she found herself bumping into a hooded man. “Oh sorr-“ She squinted. “Gilbert…?”
Here’s my chance! Elizaveta thought happily. I bet this is the moment I fell in love with him. I’ll just walk away righ
Senryu Series 111.Senryu Series 114 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
choosing the devil
her parents question
the kids unpack
another old knot
I add more spice
to the ramen
available on Itunes
job well done
from the boss...
from the army
the poor section
we let the youngest
Chasing the UnknownChasing the Unknown3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Standard fanfiction disclaimer applies. Special thanks to Monochromatic Pylon and Kobalto for their help in making this story better ;D
Pairing: Kanda/Allen or Allen/Kanda; it depends on how you look at it.
Setting: this fic takes place after Chapter 170, when Allen and Kanda often get paired together on missions (my most favorite timeline to explore, lol). Please understand that in Chapter 170, Allen has just known about his identity as a Noah. Hence he still couldn't lure Akuma like the current him does (because Neah still hasn't awakened fully).
Chasing the Unknown
There was always something different in the air whenever Allen was around. The first time he noticed it, Kanda was almost sure it was because they had just come back from retrieving an Innocence near a landfill. However, he immediately realized that it might not be the case. First, it didn't fade at all even though a week had pass
365 Days .::South Italy::.A/N ::365 Days .::South Italy::.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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I will try everything,
To make you come closer to me
How can I get it through,
To tell you what I can't lose...
Lovino sighed and glanced out the window. English was a boring class, especially since everyone hated to even talk to him. The classroom door opened and everyone's attention turned towards the door, even Lovino's. He went wide eyed at the sight of the person who just entered the half-filled classroom.
"Um, Mrs. Frison? This is your new student, [Name] [Surname]. She'll be in your first period class from now on." The student-teacher patted the girl's back and left the room. The girl was beautiful, in Lovino's eyes. Her [h/c] hair was pulled up into a ponytail, her bangs fell just beside her face. She didn't wear make-up, like all the other girls at the school. The dark and light blue striped shirt that hung just below her shoulders was cute and made her figure look facinating
Confusion Kaname x ZeroIt was evening, or better said; night.Confusion Kaname x Zero6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A full moon shined brightly and stars twinkled in the sky.
A noise came from the trees; a tall boy with silver hair walked trough the forest.
Zero sighed. Always these stupid patrol rounds, its not like I dont have anything better to do. In his pocket he felt a pistol; a beautiful silver pistol. The pistol is used to kill vampires with. The truth be told, he is a vampire himself, but he didnt consider himself one. He considered himself the enemy; a Vampire Hunter, just like his parents, but they were murdered by a Pure Blood Vampire.
Well, well, took you long enough. A voice from behind Zero said. He turned around with the pistol is his hand.
There was a tall boy with brown hair leaning against a tree.
What are you doing here? Zero asked aggressive as he pointed the pistol towards the other young man. Youre not supposed to be here, go back to your school, Kaname. Zero continue
Wait for Me Up There- PruHun“You idiot…” Elizaveta burst through the doors. “Gilbert, you IDIOT!!! What happened to ‘I’ll be here to annoy you forever’!?”Wait for Me Up There- PruHun2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“What…” Gilbert coughed into his blanket, and she dropped to her knees in shock. The sheet was splattered with red. “what made you think I would stop annoying you after I die?”
“you… you…” She gasped for air. “You should… should’ve…”
“Don’t cry for me…”
“I’m not crying for you!!!” she protested sharply. Tears leaped down her face. “I’m so mad, I can’t possibly say anything to you!” She brought her sleeve up to her face and wiped at it angrily.
“C-calm down, Liz…” Ludwig put a hand on her shoulder. His eyes glistened with tears too. “You shouldn’t be here for this…”
“Gilbert…” she pushed Ludwig asid
FFM21: The Dragon ThingFor the third time in a week, Joey woke up crying in the middle of the night. It was a behavior that, like most children, he had left behind years prior, along with diapers and pacifiers and Elmo. It was only in the recent months that it had started again, infrequently at first but worse with every passing week. What made this night particularly notable was that, unlike the previous dozen occurrences, he could actually remember what he had been dreaming about.FFM21: The Dragon Thing4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"I was flying," he groaned into his mother's collarbone, sniffling and rubbing at his eyes. "I was flying over the mountains. I had these big wings, and everything looked really tiny."
"Aha," she murmured softly, smoothing his hair. "So you were afraid of the heights? It's just a dream, sweetheart, you don't have to worry about falling. That happens to me sometimes, too: a scary dream will wake me up, and sometimes it makes me want
Obediant RageObediant RageObediant Rage7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The storm inside
Creeps out at night
From the depths of my fake smile
To the yearning of my torn heart
Where Im struggling to make a beat
That doesnt skip or want or need
What Ive gained and all Ive lost
How can I go on
Knowing Im alone,
That acceptance lies
Over 4,000 kilometers away?
I try so hard to keep inside
The rain that falls from my eyes
Each time I think back to the warm summer sun
And breeze blowing in my face as I open the window
And the birds chirp
So faintly because they know
Its rude to awaken those who still might be flying through dreams
And I remember the fresh scent of morning breakfast
Juicy ham sandwiches with the warm bread and butter,
The tea stirred to perfection
How the food tasted heavenly, but the smiles all around me
As I strode into the kitchen, hair tangled, eyes drooping,
Were loving and caring, welcomed the day to come with
A liveliness only seen in those whose simplicity I could feed upon.
The Perfect Tree -D. Gray-man-Tiki Mick was the first to wake up on the first of December, dark hair pulled back in a careless ponytail and slippers sheltering his feet from the chill of the wooden floors as he crept down the stairs to get the hot drinks ready for the soon-to-be-roused children. Nobody was especially happy in the early morning hours, and Tiki was all too aware how much easier it was to deal with everyone when they were provided with something warm to sip on. Soft footsteps upstairs marked the beginning of the Earls rounds, doors opening and closing with quiet care as he checked each room for its proper occupants.The Perfect Tree -D. Gray-man-7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Millennium Earl found this season to be especially delightful for bonding time, and as such the doors to the house were all securely locked to deter the mischievous members of the clan from attempting to sneak away in the middle of the night. Today was the day that even the twins and Rhode looked forward to: On this frigid morning, they would all hike out to the middle of some go
Flavor of LifeThe flavor of lifeFlavor of Life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cannot be defined
For it is unique
It is sweet like cake,
But can be sour
Like a tart lemon.
The taste of life is
One that lingers like
Tasteless like water,
Yet tasty like cake,
And still so filling
The taste is savored,
The flavor of life
What Is A Copyright?What Is A Copyright?9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Copyrights: What Artists Ought To Know
What is a copyright?
n. Abbr. c. or cop.
The legal right granted to an author, composer, playwright, publisher, or distributor to exclusive publication, production, sale, or distribution of a literary, musical, dramatic, or artistic work. " (Dictionary.com)
As the definition states, copyrights exist to assure that the creator of the copyrighted material is the individual who gets to earn the profit from their work, and gives them the legal control over what they created. The control it grants is the right to decide when, where and how the creation is used or published within the United States and other countries.
This means that when you create something such as a Furcadian portrait, or a piece of character art, you initially hold the right to decide what to do with it – upload it to a web space, let a friend use it, stick it on DeviantArt or your own website, or even to sell the piece itself. When uploading the piece to places such as
Texting While Driving RantTexting While Driving Rant4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
It's 2010, we've had phones since 1876, pretty long time, and we've come a long way from those clunky pieces of junk to what we have today: Small, aesthetic metal things we don't even use to talk to people anymore-oh excuse me, we talk to people, we just don't use our mouths.
Texting was invented in 1995, by a man who wasn't even paid to invent it; well we can thank the idiot now for causing every driving accident that doesn't involve drugs or alcohol. A study in 2007 reveals that texting while driving actually rivals with drinking while driving. What is this telling us people? Stop texting while driving!
You're BFF Jill doesn't need to know where you want to go for lunch thirty seconds after she's sent the question, I'm pretty sure that that mom you almost hit and her four children are not ready to die for a stupid text! We don't need to update our Facebook status's on the drive home; you have a computer don't you? We have become so dependant on this kind of technology that we have fo
El arte de la autopromocionEl arte de la autopromocion5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hace poco compré un libro llamado " I had be rather in the studio" (Prefiero quedarme en el estudio) de la autora Alyson Stanfield. Lo compré porque me llamó la atención su slogan "la guía para artistas: no más excusas para la autopromoción" .
Todos los artistas tenemos excusas para no "auto promocionarnos" , algunas de las más frecuentes excusas son : "no tengo tiempo" , "no sé por dónde empezar" , "soy muy introvertido/tímido" , "no tengo dinero" , pero la excusa más frecuente para no salir al mundo es "prefiero quedarme en el estudio / prefiero quedarme en mi casa".
Para que nuestro arte sea conocido tenemos que auto-promocionarnos. Es vital , es fundamental. Y más si quieres sacar dinero de tu arte.
¿Sabe tu vecino que dibujas? Si no , necesitas autopromoción de urgencia. Las primeras personas que necesitas enseñarle que dibujas es tu fam
today sky and grasstoday sky and grasstoday sky and grass4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are the same :-
, and the sea is dreaming,
, and the field
is courting the wind
simply, with dandy lions.
let the women work
the sun's world
, for many-then tell me
over a cup of smoke and tree:
"it is a time to find love in palmistry"
"I have found a
time to harness the sky
with love clasped in my arms"
bird sigh sun drown heart dance
, looking for
hooray, my sweet heart
- to a greeneyed lad muse as joyful
as eros in silence