RivalryHis name is Jack. I know that usually, I don't disclose much to you. But Jack is someone I need to tell you about. I have known Jack my whole life. He's been a best friend to me when the concept of best friends was nothing but some candy, and who led the gang in the playground. Commitment was a pair of bicycles thrown on the lawn and a race to the spiced lemonade his mother made so well. When we were young, we knew we were going to conquer the world. The battle was always, who would conquer it first?Rivalry4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Jack's father was an alcoholic. I will never forget that rainy afternoon when I opened the door to find him standing there, rain soaked tears streaming down his face and a red, harsh welt across his cheek. We stood there for what seemed like hours. We didn't speak at all that day. And after that, he was a different person. You see, Jack never had any siblings. I was his last remnant of childhood, his rival playground leader and yes, maybe even his best friend.
It was just his mother and hi
Caught DrowningFirst I notice her hair: dark and longer than any girl I've met, pulled back in a high ponytail and still past her waist. Since I'm following the line of her hair, I see her hips next, round and smooth like a bright red apple, picked fresh and rubbed against t-shirts, ready for biting. Attached there and growing like slender trunks from her hemline are two long, smooth legs. She smells like green grass and old wood.Caught Drowning3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We exchange the normal pleasantries. She is subtle and graceful; demure and polite. She speaks like an orchestra, her tones long and smooth, but there's a hiss there, like steam from a radiator. It works for her, and I've never done this before.
She laughs at that, a sound like a sour note that tugs somewhere at my stomach. "Exotic," I say; and she laughs at that too.
I realize she's waiting for a sign, so I imagine a flare between my lips and blow it out, a slow exhale. I wobble in the breath, but she catches me with her eyes. Black eyes, I notice, all the way through, but
On the Subject of Finding XI'll have you know that I've just spent a considerable amount of time searching for x. I've looked in all of the places that x might plausibly reside, and even in some places where I assumed x would never be caught dead, but I've come up empty-handed.On the Subject of Finding X5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I checked to see if x was under the bed, perhaps hidden among old school notes and forgotten art projects and lonely orphan socks. I scoured the closet, checking in every pocket of every innumerable pair of jeans, which, trust me, is no mean feat. I screened for x in every drawer of every dresser in every room, but it was all to no avail.
I proceeded to flip through all of the books that have stubbornly accumulated by the side of my bed, all of those novels unread and read and reread. Thousands upon thousands of dog-eared pages were turned once again, the worn out words flying by to form nonsensical stop-motion sentences, but it was all for naught. In all of those tens of thousands of pages, the x that I was looking for was nowhere to be
The VampireCarries silhouette along the walls of the dark corridors in the library stretched and bent along with the flickering of the torches. She rubbed her arms absentmindedly despite the fact that the hot desert weather was making her sweat profusely. Right now, however, her cold sweat was making her shiver. The dust and sand stuck to her hair and skin and clothes, forcing her to scratch her arm or stomach or somewhere to get that uncomfortable chaffing feeling to go away.The Vampire7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The old Egyptian library had been discovered only a few weeks ago in the old ruins of an abandoned village about thirty miles off the booming city of Cairo. And in about two days a group of archeologists had been called off the site to go search for mummified remains in a recently-buried-but-newly-discovered pyramid.
And alas, Carrie was left to search through the remains of the library without help, and all the while refusing any from the few left behind to watch the site while she went in. Who knew, maybe she would
The Vampire- Pt2With an inaudible cry, Carrie fought to scramble away from him. Her eyes were wide, terrified, but she couldnt look away. His violet ones were watching her too closely, as if calculating every move she made before she even made it, which wasnt too far from what she would expect. He was a vampire, after all.The Vampire- Pt27 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A vampire that hadnt exactly decayed just yet, that hadnt morphed into bones or dust after centuries of being trapped in a large library underground filled with nasty crawly things and dead rats.
Carrie shivered again, and then scolded herself. Dead decomposing rats No, dead, undead rats, with violet eyes and black hair and sharp, canine teeth That was worse way worse
So she rolled over twice, pulled herself onto her knees, and made a daring run to her left. She skimmed past the rows of sturdy-looking desks, barely dodging her head on one of the edges but scraping her arched back. She winced, feeling the pain shoot through her back.
Punctuating Dialogue: A GuideStandard Punctuation: DialoguePunctuating Dialogue: A Guide7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Sometimes we read dialogue so often, punctuated in so many different ways, that we either forget what we've learned (if that was anything memorable to begin with) or we rely on instinct to guide us. A common example of this can be seen in the opening dialogue of darksouldream's piece, Bobby:
No, replied Cindy `I think his sister Becky is staying with her, but she keeps muttering about parents out living children. The doctors been keeping her pretty sedated.
Most Americans will cringe at this. Why? Well, double quotation marks are the more acceptable usage (the "traditional convention") in American Standard English. However, in British Standard English, both the double quotation mark and single quotation mark are used. What's the rule? Stylis
LostStumbling from one lover to the next,Lost4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wander in this strange twilight zone
You've stranded me in.
My heart is just as heavy with your departure
As it was the night you pulled out of my driveway
For the last time,
Your eyes shining with an emotion
I understood too late.
Now, I reach out in the dark,
Hoping that whoever takes my hand
Can somehow pull me hard enough
So that I may stand and leave this place,
Tainted by your beautiful ghost.
But every hand fits wrong,
And with every new, eager lover
That tries to help me up,
I remember more clearly
How perfectly your fingers
Would intertwine with mine,
And how serenely I would look
At our touching silver rings,
Then tip my head upward
To drink of your kisses
And become intoxicated.
What I would give to have you here, love.
There are times I think
I have finally managed to forget you,
When suddenly, I stumble across a memory
Of you falling asleep in my arms,
And the raw, aching tenderness returns,
I can't stand this plac
Time when Pack find Man-PupPups listen. I tell story. Is Pack-story, story every Father-of-Pack tell pups for many wolf-lives. Is story of how man-pup join Pack.Time when Pack find Man-Pup5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Is warm-time when happen, many wolf-lives ago. Not usual warm-time. Not time for celebrate new pups. Much sadness for Pack. There being sickness that kill pups. Mother-of-Pack lose pups from last warm-time and warm-time before. Now sickness only leave one she-pup.
Pack is resting near den in light-time. Hear noise. Is man feet. Man come close, stop, leave. Pack is hearing new sound now. Is loud, annoying. Father-of-Pack go look closer. Find small pink thing covered in strange thick fur. Is not knowing what do with.
"What is? What is?" cry Mother-of-Pack from den.
"Is man-pup" say Father-of-Pack.
Hear Mother-of-Pack leave den. Come sniff man-pup.
"Is strange. Smell like prey, whimper like wolf-pup" say Mother-of-Pack.
"Is left by man to die in forest. Man not always want pup. I take away from den for you" say Father-of-Pack.
"No. Man-pup is gift. Father-
Brighid InvocationBrighid Invocation5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
From in my heart a light is born,
A fire pure and bright,
As now I stand before your gaze,
Hail Brighid, Lady Knight.
Your armour silver as the moon,
Your hair a fiery red,
Your smile of warmth and kind intent,
Your light upon me shed.
As Maiden you have come to me,
A lover's silk embrace,
As Mother you encouraged me,
With care and noble grace.
As Crone you have enlightened me,
Your wisdom and your truth,
My life you've always walked with me,
This day as in my youth.
So here I am, a humble soul,
A son of Hunter Herne,
I wish to serve you Lady Knight,
From sun to lunar's turn.
Bless me with your guiding light,
In all I do for thee,
Protect my kin by faith or blood,
Neath ancient rule of three.
Oh Brighid, Lady of the Lake,
Oh Goddess of the Moon,
Oh Priestess of the Ancient Ways,
Your leave you must take soon.
I thank you for your time with me,
As end comes to my prayer,
Yet light within my heart remains,
In knowing you are there.
© Vandrake Druidstone
Rules on Zombie Survival[ ]1. CardioRules on Zombie Survival5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
[ ]2. The Double Tap
[ ]3. Beware of Bathrooms
[ ]4. Seatbelts
[ ]5. Double Knot Your Shoes
[ ]6. The Skillet
[ ]7. Travel Light
[ ]8. Get a Kickass Partner
[ ]9. Carry a Change of Underwear
[ ]10. Don't Swing Low
[ ]11. It's a Marathon, Not a Sprint!
[ ]12. Bounty Paper Towels
[ ]13. Shake it off
[ ]14. Pack your Stain Stick
[ ]15. Bowling Ball
[ ]16. Use your Head: Cut off Theirs!
[ ]17. (Don't) Be a Hero
[ ]18. Limber Up
[ ]19. Ideal Protection = Short Hair, Tight Clothes
[ ]20. Get up the Staircase, then Destroy it.
[ ]21. Avoid Strip Clubs
[ ]22. When in Doubt, Know Your Way Out!
[ ]23. Get out of the car and onto the bike
[ ]24. Blades don't need reloading
[ ]25. No Place is Safe, Only Safer!
DarknessDarkness9 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
What would you do if you woke up in darkness? Well the average light sleeping person would think nothing of it. Midnight is usually a very dark hour. But the darkness I woke up in was not ordinary.
It was as black as pitch. I'm sure if you breathed in a gulp of that bone dry, ice cold air, you could choke on it. When I woke up, I was sure I'd gone blind. I sat up and groped around for the flashlight on my bedside table. But instead of feeling the smooth, polished wood, my hand continued down to the floor. Instead of my fuzzy carpet, cold tile met my fingers. My hand retracted instantly. Where was I?
"You're here. You're there. It's a bit like everywhere." A voice rang through my ears, and I froze. Being the stubborn guy I was, I figured I watched a little too much TV last night, and this is some dream as a result of it.
"No, Silas, this isn't a dream. Nor is it a nightmare. Come to think of it, this is very real." The word 'very' had a strange tone that sent a chill down my spin
A Note on Writing CharactersA Note on Writing Characters5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
My dearest, darling Author:
I enjoyed reading your book, I really did. But there were some things that simply got on my nerves.
Your need to tell me absolutely everything, as if every tiny detail were just so integral to the plot, was supremely annoying. I do not need to know a character's hair and eye color when I first meet them, or every detail down to the style of his buttons when he walks into a scene; I do not necessarily need to know what his lunch was or that he went bowling with the guys last Saturday and has been in the league for five years. Take for instance that scene on the veranda, where the one protagonist stepped up to the wall and got his first good look at the sea in years. You wasted paragraphs and paragraphs of words explaining how, when he was a boy and saw the ocean for the first time, it was terrifying to him, left him with a feeling of crushing loneliness. Now, if you had simply said he stepped up to the wall and saw the sea for the first time in years, and had
AmericaxReader: Sweet DistractionAmericaxReader: Sweet Distraction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sighed heavily, and finally decided to put down the stack of papers, yawning as you looked at the clock.
You REALLY hated that American right now. If it wasn't for him, you would have gotten your work finished. He just HAD to distract you. This time, by bringing 'round the newest movie of the (favourite movie series) that hadn't been scedualed to be release for months.
"Damnit America. You jackass..." You hissed angrily, leaning back in your seat and running your overworked fingers through your (h/l) (h/c) hair. There was a knock on your study door. You didn't bother looking as you called over your shoulder,
The door opened and not a second later did the all-too-familiar American accent hit you.
"Yo! (Country name)! Dudette, I've been calling you for-...What's up?" He asked, staring at you as you glared.
Concerned blue locked with frustrated (e/c).
You stood up.
"What's up?" You practically snarled.
"I have to finish, EVERYTHING, by tomorrow
The Memory RemainsOnce upon a time, you where cruel to me. Once upon a time, you ripped my heart out. Long ago it was, but I remember it well. I remember how uncaring you seemed, I remember how it hurt. So long ago.........................but no matter what I do the memory of you remains. I want to forget you, I want to forget the pain. I wanna act like it never happened. But the memory of you remains. Why can't I forget?Why when I see you, do I still hurt? I found someone else, I am happy. I love her, but the memory of you still remains. Why? Because pain, like a broken heart, Takes a long time to heal. Thanks to my love, I am healing. But right now, the memeory of you remains. In time I will forget, but until then. The memory remainsThe Memory Remains5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Midna to LinkMidna to Link7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
While you and I stand here
I have to say goodbye
Im so grateful for all youve done for me
Im fighting the urge to cry
But I have finally made a choice
I know what Ive got to do
I must destroy the only link
I do it to protect you
At first I didnt care for you
You were my way out
But I saw how much you had to risk
And you never had a doubt
In my desperate hour of need
You could have left me there
But you took me back and saved my life
I saw you did actually care
You fought through all the challenges
You got back up if you fell
You fought for peace and your land of light
But you fought for me as well
Ill never forget how much you did
And what do I give in return
All Im doing is leaving you
And a love for you to yearn
But please understand how much this hurts
To leave you so confused
I dont think Ill ever see you again
But please do not feel used
Through our travels I felt something
And I hope you felt it too
Your courage, kindness and
The Death Of The TigerThe Death Of The Tiger3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She paced back and forth in her pen, yapping loudly at the annoying crowd of people outside. Their yells, their laughs, and their screaming continued as it always did for her every day. It was utterly nerve-racking for the anxious Thylacine, she tried yapping louder as though it would make the crowd go away. Make them go far, far away and leave her in peace.
She was, quite literally, caged.
And her only visitors made it no better for her at all. As though being enclosed weren't bad enough, she couldn't even eat whatever little food her keepers gave her without someone taunting her outside the small pen. Whether it was a young child acting loud and happy about seeing such an animal or teens throwing things at her just to see her reaction, she was constantly tormented by their sounds.
By now she'd given up calling, her voice too hoarse to yap anymore. She never stood still for a minute in her prison, pacing anxiously to and fro around the small area she was forced to call her home. She h
Drawn TogetherDrawn Together6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Presumption foolishly ventures to pluck the most beautiful red
Apple from a tree that is twisted and withered to its core.
Poison has never before tasted so sweet.
Entranced by Alice's palatial promise, he pushes open the
Rusted rear gateway to the Overlooked Palace.
An ancient and decomposing mausoleum lays itself out before them like a
Nocturnal wonderland of death and decay.
Dreary specters silently perform their dismal waltz across the somber scene.
Ghosts of Overlooked Kings and Queens
Long since turned to dust.
Unity is the rose-colored placebo that
Eases the pain of relentless aging.
Copyright © 2009 Jarred Lee
My Unbroken HeroMy Unbroken Hero3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Unbroken Hero
This grip wasn't mine...
I thought I had let go-
Then our timeline intertwined...
You tried to abolish my sorrow-
My guilt does not outweigh my weaknesses
I don't know what it's like to remain strong
I even ask the undertow for forgiveness
And the stars I don't wish upon
This hope for life-
Was the origin of your smile...
It brings a certain light-
Allowing lost truths to prevail...
Hail the defenseless
Every tear has a reason
Dreams aren't meaningless
Even souls have seasons
Fear fuels freedom / Combine intention and purpose
All colors brighten / New foundations to harness
For humanity's existence
Kindness has to be selfless
For destiny's persistence
Love needs to be boundless
This empowerment aligned...
I held on-
This connection defied...
Fears came undone-
My gratitude out-shines my faith
As I walk beyond my past limitations
-FFM'12- Challenge 2Humans feel. I am not human. Ergo, I do not feel.-FFM'12- Challenge 23 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
These three simple sentences are what her entire processing mechanism is built on. She is a robot. Robots work. Robots do what humans tell them to do, what they are programmed to do. Every digression from their predetermined duties is punishable.
She is a robot. Robots are supposed to be flawless.
The same cannot be said about humans. Humans make mistakes. And yet, they are rarely held responsible for them. That is another thing robots account for.
That is why they are taking her back to the laboratory.
When they found out, their first reaction was to force-shut her down. She refused – she knew they would never switch her on again. That was the closest to death she could ever come. And she didn't want to die. Not yet.
Their eyes filled with surprise, she remembers, and their faces contorted in fright. They started emitting that smell humans emit when their bodies' defense mechanisms acti
Dear DiaryDear Diary10 years ago in Humor More Like This
I ate a sandwich today. I realized for the first time that one does not use a spoon to eat them. I was at the deli and I ordered my usual, a turkey breast with salmon, bacon, and teriyaki sauce, sat down and began to eat, spoon in hand. The man next to me turned and said, "You know… You don't use a spoon to eat sandwichs…"
This blew me away. All that I had known: destroyed. My world became swirling mist of the unknown. Every fact I thought I knew suddenly came into question. The way of the universe died that day.
The man grew concerned about the glazed look I had while I was shaking uncontrollably in my chair. I snapped to, spoon still in my grasp. Then I stabbed him with it. A lot.
Thanks for ruining my day, asshole.
Today was unusual. I went to the super market and the cashier winked at me. I mean, it's good to be winked at by such a beauty of a person, but I didn't think it was very appropriate. Flattered, I gave a small sign of rejection, whi
Temple of the Black PharaohTemple of the Black Pharaoh5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shivering in the night
An old lady short in height
Cursed until the end of her days
And what should rest upon her gaze
But a temple of power,
A temple of might,
One so magnificent
It sent shivers of fright.
Across the doorway
Symbols do lay
Symbols that say
'Temple of the Black Pharaoh'.
ANSU - Intro and FAQANSU - Intro and FAQ11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
What is national socialism?
National Socialism is a sociopolitical system and doctrine made up of 25 basic points first announced in February 1920 in Munich, Germany. It stems from fascist and authoritarian systems, and encompasses a constant theme of nationalist expansion. We believe in the creation and implementation of racial States in which races stick together; they fight, work, and thrive for the betterment of their own group. Our beliefs as an organization were derived from within several traditions of the modern and postmodern state in an attempt to construct a technologically- and socially-updated version of the values of our ancestors for thousands of years. We seek to restore a radical traditionalist mindset while taking into account many of the issues with which ancients were unconsciously familiar that have been lost in the modern state. While we are opposed to individualism, we recognize the importance of each member of the State. Our ethos of "blood a