My sunshineMy sunshine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
RemoverRemover1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. A universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollections had portions of impurity here and there. She wouldn't allow that, and began rubbing with furious abandon. There could not be a single mistake, not a lone wound, every hint of imperfection had to disappear ...
Her neighbor would make a visit later. No one answered the door.
Lost Without HimLost Without Him3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sits alone silently under the whomping willow.
Cascading red hair floating and flying around her.
Even the whomping willow doesn't seem too active today.
Not on a day like this anyway.
A day where everything that once fitted and made sense.
Spiraled out of control in a matter of hours.
Although it seemed to carry on for years.
She softly brushes the grass around her.
Remembering the times she spent with him here.
It all seems so long ago now.
How long had it been?
Since she had last set eyes on him.
Almost six months and not a word.
He could be dead, no, she would not allow that thought to form in her mind.
She had to believe in him.
The only boy she had ever loved.
She could hear the murmurs of the other students in the grounds.
They were all talking about the new headmaster.
Its like a living nightmare.
Every night she swears that she can feel his eyes on her.
Protecting her from a distance.
She prayed he would come back soon.
So he could take her in his arms.
She knew in the bac
Love GoodbyeLove Goodbye2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You may say you love me
But you never let me see
When i look away
You will never stay
Your heart is always on the move
Your love is so untrue
Then finally with a sigh
I will say goodbye
SplitSplitSplit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mind thrown deep down into the depths of the ocean.
Sanity burned alive.
Split down the middle, screaming arguments from all sides.
Constantly at war with myself, I run and hide.
Grasping onto a sliver of golden light with my bare hands.
Watching it dance away into the moonlight, leaving me hopeless and denied.
Catch me while you can, before I break.
Before I break into a million pieces, shattered onto the marble floor.
Each piece has a different story to tell, eagerly awaiting your knock at the door.
One knock echos onto the door of my heart, and my knees give in.
Collapsing into a tornado of emotions, feeling so very alone.
Looking up into the eyes of destiny, I finally feel at home.
THE ZOMBIE COMMANDMENTS[I] Thou Shalt Not See It ComingTHE ZOMBIE COMMANDMENTS6 years ago in Horror More Like This
"You sure it's safe to walk home at this time of night?" Said Hero. Heroine punched him lightly on the shoulder. "What, you think I can't take care of myself?" Wiseguy just snorted. "Oh, come on. There's nobody outside tonight. You wouldn't have anybody to fight. These streets," he held his arms out and spun around, "Are devoid of a single living soul."
[II] Thou Shalt Not Trust Thine Government
Skeptic ran up to Hero, waving a newspaper around. "Hey, did you catch the news last night?" Hero shook his head, taking the paper out of Skeptic's hands and skimming the headlines. Wiseguy snapped his fingers, looking jittery. "Yo, man. I saw that! They say it's some kind of chemical agent, made by the government."
[III] Thou Shalt Not Use The Word 'Zombie'
"What do those look like to you?" Whispered Heroine from their perch on the roof. Hero shaded his eyes from the sun, squinting. "They're just people. Walking funny, but they're people..." Wisegu
The FoolA fool is a man who thinks he is wiseThe Fool6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But a wise man is one who knows quite otherwise
And knows himself fully a fool
A fool is a man who to power aspires
But a wise man is one who has deeper desires
Though he thinks himself only a fool
A fool is a man who would fall for all lies
But a wise man is one who knows sorrow from false sighs
Even though he is only a fool
If Fool is a man, then Man is a fool
Though a wise man knows well he is merely a tool
So think what you will, but heed my advice
Wise is to fool, as fool is to wise
A Perfect MatchA Perfect Match10 years ago in Horror More Like This
"But my mommy says that I shouldn't play with you," the boy said.
"It's okay," it said. "She would not have left you with me, if she had."
"I don't know," said the boy again. "It kinda scares me."
"Don't be afraid," it said. "I won't hurt you."
The boy reached out to touch it, and brought his hand back just before contact.
"What's wrong?" it asked.
The boy frowned. "You promise it will be okay?"
A deep sigh issued from it. "Yes, it will be just fine."
The boy reached out again, and touched it lightly, before finally grasping it firmly and stroking it hard.
Frightened again, the boy dropped it.
It fell to the floor with a laugh, and said,
black and goldblack and gold3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If the fish swam out of the ocean
and grew legs and they started walking
and the apes climbed down from the trees
and grew tall and they started talking
i pushed myself further into my already tear sodden pillow. i let out a muffled sob as i tried to stop crying. but i couldn't. i missed him so much. stupid me. since when was jumping off a balcony a good idea? and now i have to stay home. i can't see the guys. i can't see anybody. they are al home now. after i broke my ribs, we stopped the tour and came home. i was so stupid!
and the stars fell out of the sky
and my tears rolled into the ocean
now i'm looking for a reason why
you even set my world into motion
i ruined out fans and my bands tour just because of some stupid jump i did! i sat up in my bed, wiping the tears off my face and neck. i sighed as i carefully stood up, my ribs aching like hell. i stood iup or a few seconds before i had to sit back down again. i sat on the edge of my bed, looking
JackMy grandmother fell in love with my grandfather when his skin was still yellow with malaria.Jack1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
At twenty-four, he had just returned from war, his pockets heavy as his heart, weighed down with souvenir scars and unspent bullets. Gaping trenches hung beneath each of his dark eyes like open, sore wounds, or sorer memories. At nineteen, she had not known the taste of oranges. The first time she held one, she bit straight into the pasty skin, expecting sweetness and coming up with shell-fragments.
In the pictures, my grandmother, radiant in her gray wedding dress, stands before my grandfather. Those trenches are still there, still yawning beneath each eye like caskets, but they are beginning to fold under, to fill themselves in. Standing together, they are joined by out-stretched hands, his free fingers reaching up to hold her cheek in his palm, the pale skin there blushing the softest pink: a single petal, unfolding, held erect in his hewn hands. In the pictures, it is there in the space lef
11 Tips for Writing Humor11 Tips for Writing Humorous Fan Fiction11 Tips for Writing Humor7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
These are definitely not rules just guidelines! In case you come up with a humorous fanfic and maybe need some ideas
1. Be Unexpected. This is the basic concept for humor, I think. Something so unexpected happens, that your audiences first reaction is to laugh. This task is sometimes a bit harder to carry out in writing than it is visually, but it can still be done! Try come up with an action or punchline you think few people will see coming, that no one will suspect. Then youll get them. Just avoid turning to tired old clichés, and come up with your own material and jokes to continue with what you have written!
2. But Not Random. To be funny, the joke has to make sense within the context of the story. If you just pull a random object you think will be funny and insert it into the story to try
A Thank-you NoteI'm less significantA Thank-you Note4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the grand plan of things
Than a simple blade of grass
And I know it
But I mattered enough to Him
That he said Be and I was
He created me
With His Energy & Light
And gave me this Soul & Life
He let me exist
Let me breathe
Let me experience
Joy and grief
I mattered enough that
He showed me the path
To His True Faith
And didn't let me
Detour away from it
He always guides me
With His Signs
And Blesses me
With all He made mine
To Him, I am
Significant enough to love
Just creating wasn't enough
And with His Grace
His Benevolent Majesty
Time and Time Again
He has saved me
So to Him, I want to be
As important as I was
The day that He made me
All the Angels Above
And All His Angels below
That He sent over time
So that I could know
No matter how ordinary
And inconsequential I am
He is with me, Always
And I am in His plan
So I am Grateful
I am Thankful
For every single word
Of hate and cruelty
Of kindness and love
That I have received
Thank you Magnificent
Gracious Lord Ab
I Want You To HearYou.I Want You To Hear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You bring confusion to my life.
Seems like some of the things you have said, they have been a lie.
I don't know what I'm suppose to think anymore.
You're here, you're gone.
Faster than the moon, the stars and the sun.
I don't know what I'm suppose to think anymore.
All that I asked is that you be a friend.
I never thought things would change.
I should have seen it coming, from a million miles away.
To be pushed out that door, with a slow gentle move, yea, I can see past that
And now, now I'm looking to you.
If you could see me now, confusion in mind
Perhaps we could forget what happened, and leave it all behind.
I wish I could see you, and sit, face to face
Have a discussion so I know that this time hasn't been a waste.
I don't know what I am suppose to do anymore,
But I know for sure I don't want to exit this door.
I see something worth it, a friendship that I can hold near
But not when I have this uncontrollable fear.
I should have seen it coming, from a million miles away
Why do I Love You?How can I say that I love someone?Why do I Love You?9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What is the reason why I love you?
I realized the answer now that you are gone;
The basis why I feel that I miss you.
Before I met you I'm just a nobody;
I didn't know the purpose why I became me.
I didn't know the thing I should live for;
I'm so afraid to open my destiny's door.
Just then you came to my life;
You fixed everything and made them right.
You gave me the will for me to survive,
And you gave me a reason for me to fight.
I learn to reach for my dreams
No matter how hard it may seem.
I just want to see you the following year
To tell you that "I'll always be here".
You never knew, but you've done so much for me;
I can tell some which you can't see.
Just your presence gives me courage
Enough to stop a dragon on a wild rampage.
You brought out all my talents;
You awaken my sleeping potentials;
You encouraged me to do my best
In every problems and trials.
You make me happy when I'm down;
You gave me a smile when I frown;
When I lose hope and abo
Rock of Misfortune Pt3 ::: TGRock of Misfortune Pt3 ::: TG3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Conord and Wallace have been transformed into girls after a encounter with a mysterious girl named Olivia who came out of a shiny Yellow stone. They have spent the night at the Mansion due to Olivia forcing them to move in the mansion as her new playmates and morning came soon after..
Elizabeth and Alicia [Conord and Wallace new name after Olivia came up with them] woke up to the smell of good coming from the kitchen. After noticing that they haven't ate anything sense last night they heard their stomachs growling so they head down stairs to see whats cooking. When they got downstairs to the kitchen, they see Olivia cooking what looks like pancakes, scrambled eggs, and brewed some tea. Everything smelled excellent and Elizabeth and Alicia sat down at the table. "You decided to cook this morning?" Alicia spoke out to Olivia who was cooking up the last bit of scrambled eggs to a plate and set it on the table in front of Elizabeth and Alicia. "Yup! I figured you girls would b
You're Not AloneYou're trying so hard,You're Not Alone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To put up a fight.
You've been fighting this battle,
For so, so long.
You think there's nowhere to go,
You don't know what to do.
You're feeling completely alone,
That is where you are wrong.
You are not alone.
You are never alone.
There will always be someone there,
To help you out.
Life is full of hardships,
Everyone has them.
And everyone has someone,
That they can count on.
You don't have to fight,
This battle on your own.
I am here to help,
Whenever you need me.
Together, we'll brave this storm,
And get through this situation.
You are not alone,
Don't ever forget that.
OmegaRuble crunching,Omega4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
underneath my feet
As I walk slowly,
down the street
the reasons why.
As ash still falls,
from the sky.
My uniform is in taters;
I've worn it threadbare.
Dirt now coats,
my hands, face, and hair.
My medals now gone;
as is my pride.
I bear my shame,
and don't try to hide.
My feet ache;
they're swollen and sore.
As I walk the streets,
of a city destroyed by war.
The one beautiful scene,
has turned gray and bleak.
stain my cheeks.
I've long lost,
My need for words;
as my morbid cries,
go on unheard.
At first I searched.
Till it became clear;
That I am the only,
one left here.
I'm the only one,
and so I wait,
for death to arrive.
I pace amongst,
the dead concrete.
The burned sky,
lets in no heat.
Ive been numb so long;
I wish for pain.
Just to feel something,
to help keep me sane.
Through the city,
aimlessly I roam.
I always return home.
A burned out husk
with just one wall.
And not a soul
to answer my call.
I do what i
Unfinal SolutionJim and Dave shuffled down the street in the hot summer sun. Occasionally they would encounter an obstacle, such as a shopping cart, corpse, pile of trash, or burned out car. Depending on the size and nature of the obstacle, their zombie intellect would kick over into high gear, and a conversation such as this might ensue:Unfinal Solution6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Rains! Rains! Raaaaaaaains1 .
If the object was large, such as a chunk of flaming airplane wreckage, Jim and Dave would do the Zombie Shuffle around its perimeter, sometimes bumping into each other and the obstacle itself. On rare occasions, the not-quite-cooperative maneuvering deflected them from their original direction of movement, which was entirely random anyway.
If the obstacle was small or spread out (like the 2000 individually-wrapped packages of toilet paper theyd encountered yesterday, rolling and skittering before their tattered
The Love ShackThe Love Shack8 years ago in General More Like This
Far away, thousand of miles from here, there is a black mountain. And on that black mountain, hiding in the mist of a forest, there is a small shack. And inside that shack there is a box, and in that box there is a heart. My heart, so no one can ever break it. Not even you. Even if you try, you will not be able to break my heart.
I'm here, with you.
I'm all here, touching your skin, gazing at you naked, inviting as silk.
We're together, but you are angry at me for meeting with others, for not living together. You're angry at me for not telling you I love you.
I can't love you. My heart is far away, thousand of miles from here, inside a shack, inside a box.
You are always so serious. Smile once in a while; don't take life so hard. We are doing all right as it is, aren't we?
No heart. We don't need the heart to have a good time. You don't have to handle commitment with this kind of seriousness.
"I'm leaving you, and you will end up alone" you said. "Good" I said.
"If you want to
Flower HeartFlower Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Eyes Have Been Soiled
My Cheeks Are Tarnished
Most Foul Face Known
Have Streamed Their Way
Newly Soiled Eyes
They've Tarnished My Cheeks
Made My Face Hideous
They Flow Throughout My Body
The Same Way My Cold Blood
Flows As Well
Through My Heart
Through My Soul
I've Been Told
We All Have Flower Hearts
We've Been Born With Small Seeds
They're Inside Us All
The Only Way For Them To Grow
Is To Make Tears For Them
The More Tears We Make
The More Powerful
Our Flower Hearts Become
My Flower Heart
Will Become Stronger Too
And All These Tears I've Cried
Will Make Me Beautiful
The DarkThe dark is generous.The Dark4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Its first gift is concealment: our true faces lie in the dark beneath our skins, our true hearts remains deeper still. But the greatest concealment lies not in protecting our secret truths, but in hiding from us the truths of others.
The dark protects us from what we dare not know.
Its second gift is comforting illusion: the ease of gentle dreams in night's embrace, the beauty that imagination brings to what would repel in day's harsh light. But the greatest of its comforts is the illusion that the dark is temporary; that every night brings as new day. Because it is day that is temporary.
Day is the illusion.
Its third gift is the light itself: as day are defined by the nights that divide them, as stars are defined by the infinite black for which they wheel, the dark embraces the light, and brings it forth from the center of its own self.
With each victory of the light, it is the dark that wins.
The dark is generous, and
AceYou don't know where you're goingAce5 years ago in Open More Like This
You don't know where you've been
You're trapped inside of your own mind
With all the things you've seen
The world keeps spinning faster
leaving you behind
I am your circus master
I don't care if you don't mind
You think you control your world
that tiny bit of space
But in all the cards I hold,
you are the farthest from my ace
Yet you hold a special place in my heart
In my head and mind
For when the show not you beholds
I'm merely biding time
You keep in me my interest
My special, unyielding taste
For you are my wild card
Assumed far from an ace
The End Our family walks together down the hallway, not quickly, but without hesitation. The door, of dull gray metal, appears on our left. My husband, always a gentleman, holds the door open for me and our daughter to pass through ahead of him, then follows. Under the circumstances, it isn't clear what is the gentlemanly thing to do. Perhaps he should have gone first, but old habits die hard.The End6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I draw in a breath and my eyes widen a bit at my first sight of the room's interior, but I give no other sign. Two year olds are too easy to upset. There are no chairs, no seats of any kind - none are needed. Instead, a light gray granite table runs lengthwise down the room, somewhat off-center. On the near end, right across from the door (the only door) rises a tall, sturdy wooden frame, a rectangle standing on end. The blade, with its slight angle, shines at us from the top of this frame, prepared to do its deadly work. I move quickly into the