-Twincest- Don't Jump -T+B--Twincest- Don't Jump -T+B-8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tears were streaming down my face as I picked up the notepad that lived on the telephone table in the hallway. I carried it into the kitchen where I found a pen. I sat down at the breakfast bar and began to write.
Tom, Georg and Gustav,
I cant take it anymore. Im going to do it.
Dont come after me. Dont think about me. Dont worry about me.
All my love,
By the time Id finished scribbling down those few short lines, the tears were coming thick and fast, tumbling over my cheeks and falling, blotting the paper. I watched as tiny pools of water spread out, some carrying ink with them and making some letters smudged. I put the pen down and stood up. I walked as calmly as I could into the hallway, picked my coat off of the coat stand and slowly opened the door. With one last look around, I mentally said goodbye and shut the door behind me.
Georg, Gustav and I crashed into the house, all laughing. Wed gone out to ge
The poem about my arseThis is the Poem about my arse.The poem about my arse5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My arse is greasy, it sags in some spots.
My arse is decaying i sit here and watch.
My arse is rotting and nothing i do,
will stop it from pushing out this big poo.
I sometimes scratch my arse and make it all red
other times i chew it and it falls off dead.
My arse is my friend and i love him so much
next time just view him and please do not touch.
What is verbal abuse?What is verbal abuse?5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Verbal abuse is a form of abuse that involves the use of words, rather than blows and punches. In a verbally abusive situation, words are used to attack, control, and inflict harm on another person. Verbally abusive behaviour goes far beyond mean behaviour; it involves inflicting psychological violence on another person, attacking the very nature of an individual's being and attempting to destroy his or her spirit. Verbal abuse can affect people of all ages and in all types of relationships. However, it is especially prevalent in marital relationships. Verbal abuse falls into many categories, including:
* Abusive anger: They would blow up at you.
* Criticizing: They make derogatory comments about your weight and figure.
* Name-calling: They called you a liar and a hypocrite.
* Threatening: They taunt you about their leaving and liking other women/men.
I'm a Bad Kid and I'll SurviveI like to stick up my middle finger at you.I'm a Bad Kid and I'll Survive4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Relax, its a joke.
Its my twisted way of saying I love you.
And sometimes it means exactly what it means.
You'll piss me off and I'll flip it up
when you turn your back towards me and walk away.
I like to swear.
Its a way of releasing that anger that builds.
The f-bomb can be quite therapeutic if you say it a lot.
(Fuck, Fuck, Fuck)
And its not only for when i'm pissed off.
The f-bomb (and many other offensive phrases)
are a part of my everyday vocabulary,
simply such as "thats what she said."
Those jokes never get old.
I roll my eyes and make weird faces
when you say something I find to be idiotic.
Yes, I know, I know. That means I have an "attitude."
But I can't help it, really.
I let it be known when I think somebody
is talking out there ass.
I call you out.
Whomever you are. It could be anyone, really.
I just need to hear something that I feel deserves a reaction.
And then I react.
It really makes me itch
when I hear bullshit being
Thoughts from another personЭтот неловкий момент, когда сидишь в пустой комнате, подпирая головой стену, возле подоконника. Смотришь вниз - первый этаж, серость всюду грязь, белы туман. Мир стал черн&Thoughts from another person3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
OtmazkiOtmazki4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Множество людей ищет отмазки. Одни пытаются создать проблемы другим, вместо того, чтобы решить свои проблемы. Когда ты просишь о чем-либо, то в ответ слышишь "Я смотрю кос&
DiferenteMe contemplo en el espejo,Diferente5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Se que soy igual a ti,
Nada extraño en mí reflejo,
Mas tú no lo ves así.
Tú me miras cual enfermo,
Un humano en perdición,
Mas no merezco yo este infierno,
No escogí ser lo que soy.
Todos somos diferentes,
No lo puedes comprender?
Ningún daño te he causado,
Igual debes responder.
Mas tus puños he sentido,
En tus ojos hay rencor,
Las palabras más hirientes,
Has lanzado sin temor.
Mis lamentos te divierten,
Odio hay en tu corazón,
No hay ayuda alrededor.
Y alguien dice ser mi amigo,
Aceptarme como soy,
Pero un muro nos separa,
Yo del otro lado estoy.
Te han llamado tolerante,
Eres una inspiración,
Orgulloso te has sentido,
Yo no entiendo la razón.
Se tolera algo molesto,
Un insulto o el dolor,
Tolerar a una persona,
No es rechazo el día de hoy?
Estoy harto de prejuicios,
De ser una decepción,
De miradas de reproche,
Sweet Childhood...Sweet childhoodSweet Childhood...4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I remember those times when the only thing that mattered was to play, laugh and have fun WE all saw those cartoons in the mornings before school, we always played "Power Rangers" in the recess, we all enjoyed to draw and laugh for no reason we thought would be friends forever.
"Friends Forever, friend forever !" That's what I thought. I saw it in the first anime series I knew. I really thought, it would be true.
Our parents got us into different schools, only a half of us got in the same school, only a couple got into the same classroom as I, none of them talked to me again. Elementary school seemed to be good except for "those" I later met. I thought they were my friends, but they laughed at me, the made me cry I wanted to fight back but I didn't want to be bad
I still liked those cartoons, we used to see them every morning before the school, I watched them now in the afternoon after t
Italy's letter to Grandpa RomeDear Grandpa Rome,Italy's letter to Grandpa Rome5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hi Grandpa Rome!! It's me, italy! Germany told me to write a letter to you. Even though you're...gone. Doitsu can be silly sometimes. He says this is called a 'Eulogy' and that it'll help me, and that if I dont do as he says he'll make me eat wurst! I dont wanna eat wurst! Its gross! I dont know how he likes it so much. Pasta is SO much better! anyway, Here it goes.
I remember when i was just a little country. I lived right next to my big brother France! they were all so nice to play with. But then one day you came and took me away. At first I was sad, leaving my friends and brothers behind, but after a while i started to be happy gain. We used to paint and draw and sing together. I think you where proud of my artistic side. Actually I still love painting and singing and drawing and cooking all because of you! If you ever decide to come back i'll show you all my art and i'll make you all the pasta you want!
Doitsu Just read my letter and says i need to wri
Test textDo you wanna speak with me about it? I think it not so good idea. I have many secrets, just so very close guys know it. I look in your eyes, i see nobody. Your eyes do not have a little world inside... Hate it.Test text3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Te ves morir[Por favor, leer descripción]Te ves morir7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Te ves morir, suave...brisa de mar. Pequeños frascos de cristal bajan del cielo, mientras admiras la negra oscuridad, inmensa, que te rodea. Hay un suelo olvidado, y de muros tienes la soledad y de techo la amarga agonía. En estos compartimentos te ves a tí...ves pequeñas partes de tí, ellos son tú, vacios, peces cautivos de su amargura. En cada uno espera una muerte, lejanas de ser el orgullo de tu respiración.
Una a una dejan sentir su letal misión, sus ojos, su juzgado. Bellas cortinas de humo ahogan sus oídos, pero ellos nos se mueven...no sólo los ahogan, te ahogan a tí. En otros se comprimen las almas, las paredes de cristal comienzan a compactarse. Luchan, gritan, te miran con ojos licuados de sudor y miedo, desesperación dulce. Levantan sus piernas intentando evitar su cruel destino. Se rompen los huesos, los aullidos vagos no se pueden sentir, igual se rompen. Levantan el rostro busc
Brotherly BattleBrotherly BattleBrotherly Battle9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
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The hallway was quiet, which is to be expected for two-thirty in the morning.
When a line of blue-white light starts moving along the wall, there's no one around to see it. It moves without noise, getting longer and longer, starting from the floor and going up in a perfectly straight line.
Suddenly it stops, then makes a right angle and heads right, still going in a straight line. It stops again and starts going down.
Down and down, until it hits the floor.
The rectangle of wall that is inside the line of light begins to glow itself, glowing in the same blue-white light.
The wall suddenly disappears, and if there had been anyone to look inside, they would have seen a tunnel of sorts, made of the same blue-white light, with another room on the far end.
A figure stands at the entrance to the other hole, but he starts walking forward. All his attention seemed focused on walking through.
As soon as both of his feet are on the beige carpe
KisaIta: The Last NightWarnings: Spoils some little stuff about the final Uchiha fight. Also we have some sexual stuff this time, but don’t worry, it’s not too bad… I think so… ^^KisaIta: The Last Night3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Last Night
"So... are you now having the same eyes as me, Sasuke?" he asked aloud.
Even though his little brother wasn't anywhere around.
The room was empty besides him.
Somehow that didn't sound right, he thought. Yes, it was the thing he would ask from his little brother, but the words were not right...
When you were going to have a dramatic final fight with your little brother who had been living only for that for years, you needed a really good opening line.
It was all about style... and he was good in his evil guy style.
...This chair was really uncomfortable to sit on by the way.
It made it more difficult to look cool.
"Do you now possess the mangekyou sharingan, little brother?" he tried next.
And that one didn't sound so right either.
And he was slowly starting to fee
Why Shota and Loli are badSomething has been weighing heavy on my mind lately; The aspect of Shotacon and Lolicon.Why Shota and Loli are bad5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Please understand while reading this that this is something that is very personal to me. And please also know that I'm just a normal person. I'm not highly educated. I'm simply an eighteen year old girl. I can't use big words and I'm not very good with manipulation.
But please also know that I'm not ignorant. And I can have opinions just the same.
I feel it is important to know that one of my parents is in law enforcement. I know a lot about criminology and psychology from discussions I've had with my highly trained and knowledgeable parent.
I would also like to make it clear that I'm a strong supporter in respect and tolerance. I belive in letting people belive and do what they want to, even if I don't agree with it. The only exception to this is if people are ge
The Sale (part 1)Big thanks to Qualin for helping me to flesh this story out and to the writers of Deep Space Nine's "It's only a paper Moon" for inspiring parts of it.The Sale (part 1)10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
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It was early July and Dave was bored out of his mind. At fifteen years old, he didn't have very much money; he'd tried to get a summer job, but jobs were difficult to acquire. He was wandering around his neighborhood looking for something to do when he saw a sign advertising a garage sale.
It will give me something to do, even if for only 10 minutes. I probably won't buy anything though.
Dave had never bought anything at a garage sale before; he'd visited them a few times, but had never seen anything worth buying. Most of what he saw at garage sales was the sort of junk that people had in their basements or garages that they'd bought, used once and stored away.
Most of the stuff at the sale was standard fare. Old board games, computer and Nintendo games that the family kids hadn't played in years. There wer
Song Fic: Bon bonSong Fic: Bon bon5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
¡Oh yeah! Por que ahí estas tu
¡Oh yeah! Por que ahí estas tu
¡Oh yeah! Por que ahí estas tu
Era la noche, en un lugar llamado "la orden" o como muchos le llaman "hogar", en plena fiesta de san Valentín. Mientras que la mayoría festejaba entre amigos y entre parejas se juraban amor eterno en un salón, en un cuarto de entrenamiento había un silencio incomodo entre dos muchachos. Un pelirrojo que tenia su mano detrás de la nuca viendo hacia el piso; el otro de cabellos blancos se encontraba enfrente de el, este se rasgaba por encima de la nariz y mirando para la ventana alumbrada por la luna. Cada uno traía una rosa roja. ¿Pero como inicio todo? ¿Cómo es que llegaron hasta ahí?
El sol comienza a ponerse como si estuviera apresurando al lejano cielo. Se detendrá un momento para mostrarnos el color pasajero de nuestros sueños.
Ellos no lo sabían habían escogido diferentes
Amuto Where are you nowAmuto Where are you now6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Where are you?
It was a cold December, when Amu Hinamori walked down the nightly streets to search for something she had lost the other day. Amu is now in junior high school and has a boyfriend, four years older than her. Ran, Miki, Su and Dia are quiet. They haven't showed up for some time. Amu is walking in loneliness and pain, thinking, how could it have come so far? In her right hand she is carrying a carrier bag, filled with shiny Christmas gifts. Since her parents moved to the other half of the country, Amu is living alone in a little apartment, far away from Easter Company. Easter. Amu stops under a tree in the park, where she has a lot of happy and wonderful memories of. Here she heard Ikuto play his violin for the first time, she ate ice cream with Tadase (well at first, before Ikuto showed up, and took Amu and the ice cream for himself) and then there was this one day, where it suddenly started to rain and she searched a roof under the trees. Ikuto joined her and they were ha
Letter From A CutterLetter from A CutterLetter From A Cutter5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
A Logical Explanation for an Illogical Addiction
In recent years, there's been a rise in media references to self-injury. On internet forums, it's become almost a laughing matter. Psychologists still seem at a loss as far as any method of treatment. Those with the bravery to come forward and admit their struggles with self-injury are often shunned or ridiculed as "attention whores." And friends and family of those who self-injure are forced to take a back seat as their loved one tries to fight a battle that no one seems to know how to win.
As a recovering cutter myself, I wrote this letter to help other self-injurers and their loved ones who have found themselves in this situation. Hopefully by reading some of my research, you can better understand the reasons behind self-injury and be better equipped to help those in your life (or yourself) who deal with this compulsion.
A Technical Explanation
Columbus: Not an American Hero Do you remember when you were in grade school? Every year we would get a day off commemorating Christopher Columbuss voyage and his discovery of America on October 12th 1492. Most of our teachers taught us that he sailed a treacherous journey to prove the earth was round. They told us that he went on three ships, the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria. They would tell us about how when he discovered America, he made peace with the savage natives. What a great guy Christopher Columbus must have been. This sugarcoated image of Columbus could not be farther from the truth. Many of the facts we know about him are not true.Columbus: Not an American Hero8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The first fact is that Columbuss voyage was a treacherous one. Supplies were low and his crew was on the brink of mutiny. He went through all that hardship just to prove the earth was round. The truth of the matt
Bullying rantToday I was told by my gym teacher that I had no reason to run crying from gym and thinking of suicide because, obviously the bullying I endure is all my fault because I choose to dress with armwarmers to hide my scars, necklaces related to my religion of Paganism, and I choose to dye my hair red with blue bangs.Bullying rant4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Today I was told that if I hadn't made the choice to express myself in such a way despite the uniform policy of khakis and black polo shirts, I would not have heard the girl in my class complaining about what a bitch I am because I wouldn't lend her a pencil when she rudely asked for one months ago.
No, I am not a bitch.
I am defensive against strangers because I've been stabbed in the back by most of the people I trusted, and treated like a pile of excrement by strangers at school because I'm not Christian, or just not "normal" in their eyes. I don't let people see the vulnerable, sweet and gentle side of me because usually those who do take advantage of it and
Twilight vs. Harry PotterBefore I begin I would like to clarify that I'm not either a crazy Harry Potter fan or a Twihard. I've read both series and being completely honest I loved the Harry Potter series. But when I read the Twilight series I didn't think it was that good as people make it out to be. And when I heard someone say that Twilight is better than Harry Potter I felt inspired to make a comparison and show that Harry Potter far more superior than Twilight. For those who love Twilight to deathTwilight vs. Harry Potter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(YES THE TWIHARDS. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!)
And don't agree with what I wrote, its my opinion. I'm allowed to say what I believe just like you're allowed to express your love and devotion for Twilight. With that being said I hope you enjoy.
In the Harry Potter books everything and everyone with rich detail. All characters of the series have their unique description of
Show and TellIt had been another boring Friday at college, and he was glad when he could finally collapse onto his bed. Lying on his back, staring at the ceiling he let out a long sigh and found himself drifting off to sleep, his eyelids slowly closing.Show and Tell8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He jumps up, quickly looking around, looking for the loud noise that had invaded his near-sleep state. His heart is pounding in his chest and hes breathing quickly. He starts to calm down as he realises that hes in his room and that he had fallen asleep. Reaching across to his bedside table, he picks up his ringing mobile phone. Looking at the name, he sighs.
Oh great, that just who I need to talk to. He muttered to himself.
He presses the answer button, knowing that he wont stop calling him if he doesnt.
Hello. He says
Hello, hello, Jack. John here.
Yeah, I know, I read your name on the phone.
Ah yes. Anyway, coming out tonight?
Ugh, nah I got stuf
SleepPerhaps it's the pressing consciousnessSleep4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that across the world
people are at work and school
and walking sad with worry
Did people sleep
before they had to think of that?
Or perhaps it's the dreams
the ones you hate or hate to wake from
that don't offer their portents
as long as you are staring at the screen
or the printed page
or the windshield.
Or maybe there's a part that thinks
if you can just push the night clock round
Dare yourself not to close your eyes
like the everyday sun-wakers
To walk yourself through morning and beyond
the world will have to change somehow.
And the next time you give in
you will wake to something different
a place that's slightly new
and rings with intensity
Perhaps just a little better
than the night's rejected dreams.