The Empty ChildThe Empty ChildThe Empty Child3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear everything too loudly
I am falling apart
I grew up too fast
I am still a child
I cannot stand still
I see every detail
I cannot remember what I'm doing
I talk about dinosaurs and doctors and darkrooms
I cry for no reason
I do not have the ability to cry now
I see the world differently
I wish you saw it like me
I have a puzzle to put together
I wonder if you'll help me
I hear a song and must sing it
I see a picture and must take it
I see a world, a broken world
I want to fix that, too
I want to play
I need to work
I close my eyes and fall asleep
I remember everything
I forget my head
I stand in blue light
I see the world in shades of blue
I am lost
I have been waiting for you
I am the empty child
Are you my mommy?
The Fall of Ariamis …Priscilla.The Fall of Ariamis2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I will keep you safe.
I will keep you company.
Do you remember all those years ago – when we first met? I remember it perfectly. I was so very close. So very, very close to my last shred of sanity snipping. And then I saw a peculiar little girl in white dress – you. Your left hand was occupied by a tattered doll. Your right was wet from wiping your tears. Your eyes began to water again, but I caught it for you that time. I still had a shred of humanity left, gnawing at my heart's strings to care for you, to pity, and to comfort. You were scared by my face, but I mustered a smile, and told you not to fear. You told me that you were lonely, that you were unloved.
And from that point on, I never left your side.
Do you remember all those years ago – when I saved your life? I remember it perfectly. The cursed fellow had threatened you, and I had intervened. You were bigger, but still, I needed to protect you. He chased you up the tower,
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
My Best FriendEven from our firstMy Best Friend4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Exchanging of words
My heart melted
Because of you
You are my best
And most intimate friend
In all honesty
These feelings are not
Your very being
To my dreams
Those wondrous, soporific thoughts
Heighten my current feelings
Taking them to new extremes
I want them to remain with me
Principalities and PowersThe angels that did not keep their proper domain Jude 1:6Principalities and Powers4 years ago in Settings More Like This
The angels who sinned II Peter 2:4
Nuit D'ennuisGiant feet fall all around me as I scramble for the orphanage's entrance, so far awayNuit D'ennuis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain falls like pebbles, threatening to crush my bones
It was like racing an avalanche to safety before ice pierces your skin
In Paris, I, Elizabeth, play in the streets and sleep in a building of children with no homes
The blasts of horns, blaring like trumpets, warn me to move out of the way of traffic
Run Lizzie Run, the whistling taunts of the wind whisper to me.
They will catch you and take you into darkness
My green emerald, sitting on a golden chain around my neck
Flashes like a star in my eyes as it dances around me
Run Lizzie Run. They will catch you and take you into darkness
I try to dash as the deer that is gifted with agelessness
Only hours before the stars come out
The afternoon faces to the orange of evening
A green emerald, a blue guitar and a prisoner's chain reappear and dance around me
Whispering untold secrets
Lavender sweetens the air like a mother's aroma
The Problem with Self Inserts The Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self Inserts 2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There is nothing wrong with inserting yourself into a story. Like anything, it can be well done or... not so well done. The fact is, the majority of people who tend to write about self inserts happen to be beginners. Naturally, that causes there to be a pattern of certain, specific mistakes that are frequently found whilst reading anything on the internet. The purpose of this deviation isn't to say that self inserts are bad. I'm simply going to point out the most common mistakes that we usually encounter.
1. Making ourselves better than we really are.
Don't be fooled by the word "better." This can be replaced with mysterious, deep, dark, tragic, romantic, lovable... anything we want. Maybe a mix of a few of those things. The point is, the version of ourselves will be biased.
2. Not making anything bad happen to yourself
Let's talk about the word "bad." Does this mean something, perhaps, like... getting a disease? No. It means anything that interferes with
My Murderous FriendsDraw your swords you murderous men.My Murderous Friends3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Draw nigh with your arrows dipped in poison.
Let your lying lips come close to my ear.
Let your deceitful eyes meet mine.
The time has come once again.
The time to reveal your true nature.
You live to shed blood, my "friends".
You live to watch me suffer.
Come now, and pierce my heart once again,
with words that slaughter my very soul;
that cause my life to bleed out inside of me,
with rivers of tears that seem to have no end.
Come. Stare at my suffering,
with pitiless eyes that know no empathy;
with lips shaped in joyous smiles.
With laughter and joy, dance around my pain.
Your venomous words penetrate my being.
I stumble from all the pain of your poison.
Light and life is slowly drained.
Shrouding me in darkness
Have I pleased you now my "friends"?
In the midst of my pain, I see you laughing.
Surely my suffering was not in vain,
For you are happy.
The earth is made drunk by my blood.
Blood shed to satisfy your evil thirst.
You wield weapons t
Requiem: Death LettersRequiem: Death Letters4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leeds is the first awake. Shadows of his dreams still echo in his eyes when he paces into the kitchen and startles her.
"You're too quiet." She smiles.
He doesn't. "Did you sleep?"
"I couldn't," she says.
He just nods. She pours him coffee. He drowns it in milk and sugar. They welcome the morning in companionable silence.
"I wanted to be there for him." It's a whisper. He stares at the coffee mug in his hands, seeing something very different. "I saw him get hit. I wanted to be there so bad. I would have gone in, but Vance held me back. Probably saved my life.
"Zack." He stops, almost overwhelmed, then forces himself to go on. "I would do anything for him. I would die for him. But I couldn't be there." His eyes are rimmed with tears.
She lays her hand over his.
Leeds wipes his face.
Journal of a Demi-god: Mask of Love and JusticeJournal of a Demi-god: Mask of Love and Justice2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Journal of a Demi-god: Mask of Love and Justice
A Sailor Moon Mask TG transformation story by JanusDaGuardian
A Victorian-era style building that forced its students into the same boring routine of classes with self-righteous teachers, two-faced friends, random pricks, and the worst possible food to eat, ruled by unions who's only care was to guilt well-meaning parents into voting for budget increases every year. That was what high-school was for James O'Connell.
As a student who'd failed his junior year, James had seen it all. Friends and fellow classmates trading their middle school identities for masks that hid themselves from the preying outside world, many doing so just to look acceptable in the jungle of arraying social statuses. In this building though, it was almost justified. It was a means to literally keep themselves alive, just like the mask James was wearing now.
James wasn't a stylish dresser, his usual clothes consisting of black pants and a red beater with matching red
Kingdom Hearts Fanfic 24Kingdom Hearts Fanfic 245 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Kingdom Hearts Birth By Awakening
Chapter 24: Fighting For A Friend
The battle between the Homonculi Envy and Super Saiyan 2 Bobby waged on with Envy being beat. The others only watched and saw how far Bobby was willing to go to avenge Ed and rescue Al and Rose.
"I've never seen Bobby like this before in a fight." Sora said.
"I have Sora." Aqua told him, thinking of their battle against Terranort in Radiant Garden years earlier.
"You can do it Bobby! Show that Homonculi no mercy!" Armstrong exclaimed, supporting Bobby.
"You've got it in the bag!" Steve also said.
"You think you're gonna beat me?!" Envy exclaimed to Bobby.
"You're worn out aren't you?" Bobby replied, taunting him.
"HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME!!! DIEEEEE!!!"
Envy charged at Bobby with all his might but however, Bobby pierced Envy with his keyblade.
"Im-impossible." Envy faintly said, looking at his bloody hands.
Bobby pulled his keyblade out from Envy and watched him kneel on the ground, holding his hand on his wound. Bobby the
PreservationPreservationPreservation3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Pairing: Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens
Warnings: Some angst
'If my father could only see the army ' John Laurens paused to observe the assorted groups of soldiers hovering around each other for warmth as the cold breezed through Valley Forge, leaving men shivering in their tattered uniforms and inadequate blankets. 'If Congress could see the army, see the disease and famine, the provision wagons would arrive quicker than we could request them.'
Beside him, Alexander Hamilton observed, 'As long as Congress must beg from the states, it makes no difference whether provisions are detained for two days or two weeks, for they would rather we starve than relinquish authority to Congress.'
Laurens looked at his friend. 'How grave, even for you. I miss your agreeable nonsense.'
'You dream of glory as much as I, my dear Laurens," said Hamilton. 'There is none to be found here.' Adjusting his coat closer, he looked at the pathetic sight around them as they walked to General Wa
Encyclopedia NoobtanicaNoob as defined in the Spooksters Dictionary: Noun; "a rude/crude/rascist/stupid/and probably illiterate asshole/bitch/bastard/SOB/cunt/fucktard/dumbassed piece of shit."Encyclopedia Noobtanica8 years ago in Humor More Like This
Following are eighteen different varieties of noobs.
1. THE BAD GRAMMAR NOOB
Probable age: Any.
Probable sex: Either.
Fucktardedness: Low to high.
Info: Easily the most common type of noob, these people appear unnable or unwilling to submit to the rule of grammar, spelling, or punctuation. You may spend several moments trying to decipher whatever the hell it is that the person actually said. An example: "im in ur bas kilin ur dudz."
2. THE SQUEEKER
Genre: Any genre with voice support.
Probable age: 8-13
Probable sex: Male.
Info: Imagine the most high-pitched child you can. Now imagine that child shrieking vulgarities and vague threats and insults at you over the headset. Where the fuck are this kids parents?
3. "IT'S THE LAG, I SWEAR!" NOOB
Your pain is no matchYou hurt like an arrow piercing through a heartYour pain is no match4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blood dripping rapidly at a alarming start
You destroyed what's left of me
Why is it so hard for you to see?
Will you ever know when to stop when to halt when enough is enough
But you continue to torture me with your words they are rough
Bullying is not fair
I've done nothing to deserve your terror affair
I stand strong to you because your not worth my time
Making me feel pain from the hurt you feel inside
A masked drama king in disguise you won't acquit
Just because you feel pain gives you no right to pass it
Just try to understand I've made mistakes
But I've always been true to you and never fake
At the time you were bored and our love had an impact
Grow up and grow a backbone your now the circus act
Your sensitivity is off the charts call me when your back on track
Move on with your life because your falling through the crack
You know who you are I'm calling you out
To scared to show yourself take another route
Strong EnoughFrancis parked the car in the driveway of the house and nearly ripped the key out of the ignition. He grabbed his papers while unbuckling his seatbelt, and once he had opened the door, he slid out. With a huff, he slammed the door shut with his foot and stormed towards the house.Strong Enough3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He felt insulted, although he had no idea why. He could not believe that man, a co-worker, insulted life like it was nothing. Francis respected the fact that people were free to make their own choicethat's what free will was for, right? But when someone treats another life like it was nothing, like it was only another drawing on a blueprint that should be scrapped, for no particular reason, that's when Francis put his foot down.
He knew what it was like, first hand, to lose something. And it broke his heart when people treated gifts like rubbish.
He opened the front door to the house and closed it loudly behind him while wiping his feet on the carpet. He could hear his children laughing at the dining tab
Dimitri's ProfileDimitri's Profile4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full name: Kayla Blaisdale
Pronunciation: kay-la blaze-dale
Nickname(s) or Alias: Kay, Goose, Nosebleed, Red / Dimitri, Dimi.
Age: FO3 - 19, FONV - 23.
Birthday: July 13, 2258.
Sexuality: Heterosexual, for the most part.
Nationality: American, with Irish roots.
Religion: Believes in God, but is casually religious at best.
City or town of birth: Vault 101.
Currently lives: Megaton, until 2280. New Vegas.
Languages spoken: English.
Native language: English.
Relationship Status: It's complicated.
Weight: 170 lbs.
Figure/build: Lean and slender, with developed muscles in her arms and legs - her main weapons when no hand held weapon can be acquired.
Hair colour: Burgundy/Dark Red.
Hairstyle: Long(to shoulderblades), mostly un-styled save for trimmed bangs. Worn in a ponytai
Death Battle: Luffy vs. PopeyeDeath Battle: Luffy vs. Popeye1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was calm as a massive galleon cruised across the ocean's surface, its lion-head bowsprit and straw-hat wearing Jolly Roger noticeable anywhere. From its deck, one could hear merry music from a fiddle, and the members of the crew either singing or dancing along to it.
Joining them in the festivities was the captain of this ship known to all as "Thousand Sunny". That captain was none other than the famed Straw-Hat Luffy.
The song came to an end and the skeletal fiddler took a bow, his art complete. If he had a proper face, he would have smiled at the cheers.
“WOW!” Luffy said with a broad smile, “Play it again!”
Yet as the crew celebrated, a simple-looking steamboat was coming across their path up ahead. At first, the crew paid no mind to it. That all changed because, just when the skeleton
you break it, you buy it.1. someone came up to me the other day, and told meyou break it, you buy it.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that if i didn't start using capital letters in my poems,
she wouldn't read any more of them.
i just told her in a quiet voice that i was tired of screaming
at people who would never listen.
the thing with me is that i always
read too much into things-
people, newspapers, fucks, metaphors.
and usually i fall in love with things that
could never love me back.
2. i destroy the things that mean
the most to me, and i've never gotten the hang
of writing in stanzas.
most days i walk around reciting numbers
and other people's poetry, but usually
i just count the seconds i spend falling apart and
avoiding the things that make me whole because
self-destruction will always be my forte.
3. broken people seem to have a way of finding each other.
like we work under this assumption that we can find
perfect in each other's missing pieces,
even though we all know two wrongs will never make a right
"do you want me to fuck you?" yo
Fun Facts about Steve IrwinFUN FACTS ABOUT STEVE IRWINFun Facts about Steve Irwin9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-Steve Irwin's teeth can bite crocadile teeth in half.
-Steve eats his cereal with snake venom instead of milk.
-Once a python ate Steve alive, and then he carved his way out of it's belly with his fingernails, ground the snake up and served it to his Dog, Sui.
-His dog, Sui, is the only animal besides Steve that can kill Chuck Norris. But they don't kill Chuck because they both like a challenge.
-Steve Irwin was the real inventor of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. He just named it after one of his goldfish.
-When Steve water-skis, he doesn't use skis- he uses live barracudas.
-Once Steve and his family went camping and a bear attacked him. An hour later his son received the biggest, most realistic teddy bear ever for his birthday.
-Steve Irwin flosses his teeth with electric eels.
-Steve let Disney Studios borrow his pet Kraken 'Keebler' to film 'Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest'.
-Steve Irwin can turn into a wolf at will.
-All of Steve's sense are su
..:Guns and Glory 6:..Once back at Purgatory, Sylar sat, hands clasped together at a round table with her lieutenants, Pierce and Shaundi. She sighed frustrated, mad at herself for getting so caught up in the moment. She didn't think of asking Jessica anything when she had the chance..:Guns and Glory 6:..4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I think you're bein' too hard on yourself " Shaundi reassured.
"Yeah," Pierce agreed, "that car crushin' thing was pretty tight "
"Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of my work," Sylar said proudly, "it's just I got so wrapped up in sending Maero a message I never asked Jessica about the shipment."
"Bitch is dead," Pierce supposed, grabbing Shaundi's blunt, "who cares about the shipment?"
"I do," Sylar leaned forward, "it's something that Maero wants, and that means I'm gunna take it "
Shaundi stood, "alright, there's gotta be someone you can pump for information, what about Donnie?"
"He got manhandled twice, I'm pretty sure he's out of the loop, if he's not dead "
"Hey, what about their tat-"