The Underwear Judge part 4The Underwear Judge part 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come on Tom we are going to get out of here one way or another", said Amy. "But how", replied Tom, "We just will I know we will", said Amy at the same time she reached for Tom's hand just to feel safe. "Ummmmm Amy........why are you holding my hand?" said Tom in confusion. "I'm scared ok. And........and I don't want to lose another friend" replied Amy "Ok" Tom responded calmly. All of the sudden the house started to shake, Tom spotted a baseball bat and thought he could use that to break the window. "Stand back Amy", said Tom, Amy took a step back as Tom picked the bat up and swung the bat at the window smashing it to pieces "Quick we can get out through the window" said Tom. He helped Amy through the window, once she got out Tom felt something grab his arm, he looked back to see what it was and saw the little girl holding his arm, then she screamed at him. Tom tried to get out the window but the little girl was holding him back and then said "YOU WILL NOT LEAVE THIS PLACE ALIVE!" Amy
Lost Love: Chapter 1-The Angels' LamentThought I would give everyone the first of the many chapters of Lost Love. Bear with me on this story. The first chapters were my earliest attempts at fanfiction. But if you stick with this story, I hope most will enjoy it. Please comment and much love!Lost Love: Chapter 1-The Angels' Lament2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Christine stared ahead as she heard her beloved angel's final lamenting song. She flinched at each splintering crash that was followed by chimes of glass falling to the stone floor. It's over now. No, it couldn't be finished. The music of the night, her heart cried out. It cannot be, the melodies of the night should never end! Her mind ran back to the passionate songs he had taught her, the way he lived the music he wrote. Some people wrote music, he created masterpieces. Every time he played, every time he sang, she was transported into the notes and lyrics. But, he only did so for her, his muse, his light in the dark pit of a lair.
Silent weak t
Les Miserables PledgeLes Miserables PledgeLes Miserables Pledge3 years ago in Humor More Like This
I will remember Jean Valjean
when I steal a loaf of bread
and when I ask "Who am I?"
I will remember Javert
when I look at the stars
and when I am let go from someone who should've killed me.
I will remember the Thernardiers
when I am Master of the House
and when I learn how the Dog Eats the Dog.
I will remember Fantine
when I Dream a Dream
and when I will do anything for a person.
I will remember Marius
When I see Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
and when my world is changed in a moment of breathless delight.
I will remember Cosette
when I have a Castle on a Cloud
and a Heart Full of Love.
I will remember Eponine
when I am On My Own
and when there is a Little Fall of Rain.
I will remember Enjolras
when I see Red and Black
and when I Hear the People Sing.
I will remember Gavroche
when I see Little People.
I will remember the Friends of the ABC
when I meet someone who makes sacrifices for an important cause
and when I see a red flag.
THIS I SWEAR BY THE STARS!
The Perfect Sick DayThe Perfect Sick DayThe Perfect Sick Day3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rapunzel didn't feel well. She woke up late, and alone. She put her hand out and did not find Eugene. She groggily opened her eyes. Eugene was not in the bedroom anywhere and his boots were gone as well.
He must have gone to the orphanage today.
Rapunzel turned over and rubbed her throat. It hurt and felt scratchy. Her head was muddled and her nose and cheeks felt heavy.
What's wrong with me? she thought. Confused and a little frightened, Rapunzel pushed herself up and fell back into her pillows immediately. Her head was spinning and continued to spin even as she laid there.
"Eugene?" she called. "Eugene?" No one answered her. I need help. Slowly, Rapunzel threw her covers off and sat up. She slipped her feet into her slippers and wrapped her robe around her shoulders, finding actually putting her arms through th
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
Christmas TGChristmas TG3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Christmas was here, well it was close. Two weeks away is pretty close isn't it?
Anyway, it was christmas time. I was with my girlfriend on the set of her latest photo shoot. God I was a lucky man, she is beautiful. Stunning blonde hair, incredible, sexy body and a gorgeous face with eyes that I could stare into for the rest of my life. Why was she with a guy like me? I was just a standard guy, nothing special. Brown hair, not very muscular at all, I didn't even have a job. I've been relying on her for money for months.
She was modelling some amazing outfits for the holidays. They showed off her body perfectly.
I was stood around for a good half hour or so when it was time for a break before she got into the next few outfits. We were in her dressing room talking to eachother about whatever. We were sat in there a while when she suddenly tripped over.
"Are you ok, Steph?" I asked, running staright over to her.
"No. I can feel something hurting."
I helped her up but she couldn'
You HaveYou Have3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you ever want to die
just because of a word
spoken from the mouth
of a human being
imperfect and tainted
with life and the scars thereof
another soul caught
in the same trap as any
walking through shadows
searching for light
searching for the crack in the door
to let in a streak of the sun
thirsty for change and truth
You have undone me
All you ever needed
to do was speak that single word
gaze in that single way
that way that sets my heart to
temperatures fit for melting
temperatures fit for burning
for change from life to smoldering
ashes and death
You have changed my mind
I feel this thing behind my eyes
cold and wet
with the dew of your anger
in the morning, it settles
upon my lashes
like grass uncut and forgotten
like a thing left to wither
in the sun, but deprived
of its warmth
I have not a single notion
of why this fire burns
in such a way so warm
and yet so very cold
You have forgotten my heart
Pain is new and old
and sweet and bitter
and I have never seen
But in absence of the heartBut in absence of the heart9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't want elongated days
or shadows that curve & stalk round corners
or even segmented hours,
the next one unattainable.
I never look too far forward
in fear of
the second after eternity
and then nothing will go to plan.
Atop a hill that whispers to the clouds
there lies valleys only seen from here,
valleys usually pathways trodden
to see this monstrous mound
(and not so deep at all).
And gloomy seas set in feathered cliffs,
the rocks are sharp to touch
but from the shore
are statuesque and sculpted
by indecisive tides
that tease my toes
in knowledge they have seen the hidden seabed
& I have not.
I wonder if the deeper sand
is swished around like the sand upon the shore
never here or there
or sometimes taken away
& never seen again.
There are no stories to be told
with each survivor engulfed
and persuaded (only by distance)
to ensure they are secrets kept.
Or if the grains of sand between my toes
have seen it all
but dare not speak
To Deprive And BestowTo Deprive And Bestow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you left brashly with a clouded mind
ripped and tore us both apart
but there was one thing you left behind
you forgot to take your heart
Lost Love: Chapter 2-HiddenPlease remember that Lost Love was my first ever fanfiction. The first couple of chapters reflect my experimentation with writing (and I'm still learning) and there are mistakes and sometimes a lack of organization. But I hope you will enjoy this story. Please comment!Lost Love: Chapter 2-Hidden2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Two months later
Raoul took Christine away to Montpellier, a town in the southern part of France. It had confused him when she pleaded so vehemently to stay closer to the Opera that had been her home for so many years. Honoring her request, the couple found themselves settling in a townhome inside of Orleans. They weren't yet in the same bedroom of course, but the date was set for their wedding ceremony, six months and a week from then.
Christine kept her mind off the wedding by performing for Operas in the area. She made the excuse that Raoul wasn't very well provisioned for a family. She was going to make her own contribution. Howe
Classic JamesXlily love story2Classic JamesXlily love story24 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Come on," my father shouted at James and me, James smiled at me and winked. He held his hand out for me.
"May I?" He asked sweetly.
"Always," he smiled, and took my hand. Kissed it, spoke in a funny accent and said:
"Thank you my darling, now how are we gettin' to the weddin' my lass?" I laughed out loud who wouldn't?
"We are getting there by car of course! Dodo you want to ride with me?" God way was I so nervous anyway? I looked in his eyes and felt calmness, peace. I leaned in, he leaned in too, I was just about to finally kiss Potter than my sister Petunia showed up.
"Oh Lily, don't you know that the handsome men go to me? So don't you dare think of kissing him. He's hot, he's mine. Got it; besides who wants to date a freak?" Petunia laughed. Tears started to form in my eyes.
"I'm sorry to interrupt, but you must be Petunia Lily's older sister." She nodded sweetly, which is weird I didn't know evil people could do anything sweetly. "Than why," James continued, "are you
Portal - WillpowerI exist because I have the will to do so.Portal - Willpower2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Elder Scrolls — Sacrament of Boethiah
Did you think you could get me like this?
Did you seriously just plan on burning me alive, on that floor, from the start? I don’t see why.
You could take me in my sleep. You could dispose of me anytime, whatever way you cared — you could keep your hands clean and silent, cancel my breath, starve me and freeze my organs.
I laugh. I almost scream with laughter, from the bottom of my aching lungs. You should see me now.
I wish you could watch how fast I crawl on. I couldn’t care less, in any way, not even for me. I am blind to this steam, I lift the lead that has replaced my limbs, I breathe red light and don’t sense the poison.
Weren’t you scared, you may be proud of me.
What a wonderful toy I am, faceless voice, ain’t I? Bet you this place has never seen a finest build in a common lab rat. I will be honest; I’m no better than anyone else. I am weak,
Love Isn't Always Fair For An Outlaw Chapter 4Love Isn't Always Fair For An Outlaw Chapter 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I looked into Andy's crystal blue eyes and paused. 'I can't do this to him... He
doesn't need this kind of pressure right now, he's got enough to deal with.' I spoke
quietly, "Those songs...they were beautiful, Andy. I didn't know that you played
guitar. You're really good." He blushed lightly and looked away, that raven black hair
of his shielding me from his gorgeous eyes. "Thanks, Ash..." I set my guitar down and
got up to look out the window I'd seen Andy staring out of. The moon was really
beautiful at 2:00 AM. I sighed lightly and crossed my arms across my bare chest. My
forehead was rested against the plexi-glass in the window frame as I watched the grass
swaying lightly from side to side in the field out in front of Jinxx and Sammi's place.
We had all stayed the night, not wanting to drive home, but not wanting to bother them by
dirtying up the guest rooms. It
And If There Is a GodIf He is there,And If There Is a God4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The self-elected Savior with his fistful of broken puppet strings
His beautiful, ancient hate
And all-too-modern smile-
If He is there,
Curled, recovering, in the dark belly of the world,
Waiting and planning and growing in dead water and stewed ignorance-
If He is there,
Spewing self-righteous hatred from the mouths of children
And drain gates
And smiling politicians-
If He is there,
Then my pity is not for Him,
But for His.
Birth Of StitchesBirth Of Stitches7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Birth of Stitches
The tale begins with two beings of distant realms encompassed in darkness and evil. The leaders of Hell and Geist decided on a punishment fit for their two greatest warriors that committed acts of high treason and betrayal. The two would become the unwilling sacrifice for the treaty and alliance. A long heated war would finally come to rest, and together they would carry out their siege on the gates of Heaven.
The legendary arch-general of hell's army, Jackal was to be stripped of his rank from contamination with a divine one, and receiving free will. As if his act of heresy wasn't bad enough, he then returned to hell to slay the devil's son. Around the same time the phantom knight Deity committed an act similar to that of his nemesis Jackal. When a new leader was appointed to take the throne of his former master's sector. Deity refused to show loyalty and obey orders. Demanding a duel to decide which would be better fit for the throne. Th
Water MusicWater Music3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It begins without a word - water music.
There will be singing, there will be a song.
But it begins with breath held in - water music.
It begins with stillness and with form.
A partial face, a single hand - water music.
One wish - to hide; another - to be known.
The red of lips, the green of leaf - water music.
To hide this way is not to be alone.
The image of a moment - water music.
Then it passes and a breath is drawn.
An artist makes an image - water music.
And a poet sees and makes a song.
What Makes A Good Editor?IntroductionWhat Makes A Good Editor?3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
A good editor has many qualities and a lot of responsibilities.
Editors are necessary. They're like a test run before something gets printed or posted online. The editor is the first person to read it, aside from the writer, and can fix the mistakes before it's shown to the public.
Think of it like a new car design. Before it goes on sale or is even made, the design is created for a specific reason. It's then tested for numerous things before being sold to the public.
Likewise, an editor needs to decide if what they're editing is worth the time. Is there a purpose to the piece? Does it benefit the public or audience? If so, it's then "tested" by various means (such as length, grammar and punctuation, accuracy and fairness, and ethics), and put up against the editor's personal qualities (like patience, time management, decision making, objectivity, accountability, etc.).
The following will detail these means and qualities to show what makes a good editor, specifi
Seireitei Serenade XVIIISeireitei Serenade XVIII6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
18) Beware of Fifth Seat
Pairing/characters: Kenpachi, Yumichika, Yachiru, Unohana
Description: Be afraid. Be very afraid.
Warning: Crack, slight spoilers for SS arc
Dedication: Ken-chan himself, 'cause he's a sexy beast.
Rating: T (for swearing)
After a while, one got used to Kenpachi hiding in various places from his fifth seat. One of his more frequent hiding places happened to be in the supply closet in Retsu's office. She didn't mind, though, because Yumichika knew where his captain was anyway. After all, Yumichika wasn't really as stupid as his captain thought he was.
"Unohana taicho!" the fifth seat in question greeted, entering the room with a dazzlingly bright smile. "Have you seen taicho lately?" His eyes flickered to the supply closet door and he smiled vindictively.
"Not since this morning," Retsu replied, barely glancing up from her paperwork. She was almost finished, and she didn't need
IncestI remember sleeping in the bed we shared.Incest8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Was it wrong?
I remember him always holding me in his arms.
Isn't that what you do with those you love?
I remember mom finding out.
Why did she cry so much?
I remember him looking away.
Couldn't he meet her gaze?
I remember asking him if something was wrong.
Had we done something bad?
I remember him wrapping his arms around me.
Wasn't it supposed to feel this way?
I remember him keeping his voice soft and quiet.
Did he whisper so as not to let mom hear?
I remember him saying he had to leave.
Where did he have to go?
I remember saying goodbye.
Were those tears for me?
I remember not seeing him for years.
What kept him away?
I remember seeing him again.
When did he grow so much?
I remember feeling tears slip down my face.
There were still tears left?
I remember running to him.
He didn't forget me?
I remember feeling his arms around me.
Is it the same as before?
I remember a passionate, dominating kiss.
I remember a promise.
7 things about sexA recent survey has shown that there are 7 kinds of sex.7 things about sex5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The 1st kind of sex is called: Smurf Sex.
* This kind of sex happens when you first meet someone and you both have sex until you are blue in the face.
The 2nd kind of sex is called: Kitchen Sex.
* This is when you have been with your partner for a short time and you are so needy you will have sex anywhere, even in the kitchen.
The 3rd kind of sex is called: Bedroom Sex.
* This is when you have been with your partner for a long time. Your sex has gotten routine and you usually have sex only in your bedroom.
The 4th kind of sex is called: Hallway Sex.
* This is when you have been with your partner for too long. When you pass each other in the hallway you both say "screw you."
The 5t h kind of sex is called: Religious Sex.
* Which means you get Nun in the morning, Nun in the afternoon and Nun at night. (Very Popular)
The 6th kind is called Courtroom Sex.
* This is when you cannot stand your wife any more. She takes you to co
a window opena window opena window open8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to breathe in love
the cricket's serenade
ImpassionedImpassioned4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
She consumes herself,
enjoying the ghost lover
created from dreams.
Lavender Town MidiLavender Town Midi4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alright pasta eaters, I have another eerie tale for you all. I'm sure some of you are familiar with my work regarding music and sound editing-some minor tweaking really, like the cries I've made for my creepypasta Charon, or editing of the reverse of the Lavender Town theme. I always thought that playing with these kinds of sounds was, while spooky was really harmless. I'm going to tell you right now, I was wrong.
I'm in fact very fond of Lavender Town's song and the story behind it. I like finding different remixes for it online, and have wanted to do my own remix. I use a program called Garage Band-a program that usually comes standard for macs- to do a lot of my sound and music remixes, and I remembered that when imported, midi files break apart into separate instrument tracks one can play with and manipulate to their whim.
I decided to look for a midi for Lavender Town's theme-not exactly the official theme or even the famous 'Lavender Town Tune', just something I can play with and
Lives: TFSTL Chapter oneLives: TFSTL Chapter one6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The spirit felt the heat hit it as soon as it had touched the light. It felt like fire, but it felt no pain at all. The lights around it were flashing and a burning white hot colour. Thoughts of pure fear ran through the sprits body as the strange sensation began. It felt like someone was pushing and pushing long things out of its cloudy body but without ripping the skin. 2 arms and 2 legs were growing out of the spirits cloud as fast as a hare sprinting away from a fox. Then, a head and neck appeared, followed by a face with eyes, nose, ears and whiskers. All was happening so fast as a tail shot out of what was now his back-side, and a prickly feeling of fur growing took over the spirits small body.
Oh hell! thought the spirit, still in great fear Where am I going?! What do I do!?. The spirit gave a little wail of panic as claws began to sprout out of his paws. All of this was happening in about 3 seconds. Then, without warning, th