The Underwear Judge part 4The Underwear Judge part 42 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
What Makes A Good Editor?IntroductionWhat Makes A Good Editor?2 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
a window opena window opena window open7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to breathe in love
the cricket's serenade
Christmas TGChristmas TG2 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'
Of All TheoriesDo you think its because I logically decidedOf All Theories5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I had calculated my situation
And come to the conclusion that
Mathematically, and scientifically
It made sense, and was practical, efficient,
Or somehow, the most sensible solution?
Dont ever fool yourself into thinking
It was philosophy that made me fall in love.
It was you.
MiPlaneta-MyPlanet -seeCommentCreía que esta noche, adentrándome en el carnoso nudo del Bajomundo (tan real y palpable como una náusea, esponjoso y quebradizo como una tarta de milhoja) me apartaría de la melancolía.MiPlaneta-MyPlanet -seeComment7 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
No fue así porque ante el gentío alborotado me armo una coraza, y dentro de ella mis sentimientos corretean. Sus patitas, en mí enraizadas, casi me hacen daño, pero su compañía es mi único consuelo.
No fue así, porque me siento lejos, tan lejos de aquel planeta que llamo patria, que todo lo demás es banal danza, vaivenes de peonzas sin rumbo. ¿Y hasta qué punto tiene sentido mi aislamiento, si no volviese…?
Pero tengo que volver y decir esto de algún modo. Mi planeta, hecho de aguas que pocos conocen, que cercan tierras que casi nadie ha pisado, es el más bello de todos en nuestra constelación. En él se habla una lengua dulce y añeja, cuyas fecundas palabras han dado a la luz miles de melodiosos poemas. ¡Oh, mi planeta! ¿Por qué demonios soy tan insegura? ¿Por qué creo que no podré aterrizar de nuevo e
Unsinkable Chapter 1I ride my rusty old bike downtown. I'm selling newspapers. I do it so I can get a third class ticket to the Titanic. My family and I have been saving for years and working over time to get to America for a better life. I work as a newspaper boy, my Pop and Uncle as hunters, and my mum as a cook. We need six of them, one for all of us, plus my little sister and brother.Unsinkable Chapter 12 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I stop my bike in front of a bookstore. I get off and unload my papers a start selling them. They've been selling fast because they had a lot about the Titanic in them. After a couple of hours, I sell out. I collect the money I have and head to see the man who gave me this job.
"Keep the money Ian. You need it, and here take this." He says.
He hands me a red apple.
"Are you sure?" I ask him.
"Yes, you need it more than I do, and the apple is on the house."
I walk out and start to eat my apple. I get on my bike and head home. When I arrive, my little sister and brother tackle me as I get off my bike.
Tales of Little TailTales of Little TailTales of Little Tail5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
By The Shadow Demon
Sent in by Kurokarasu
(Women into cow, horse and pig)
So why are we out here again? Casey asks as she and her two workmates Yasmine and Joanne made their way through an over growth forest in a series of mountain ranges.
Where here cause of a story! Yasmine said as she lead the two girls deeper into the mountain range and deeper into the forest that grew around an over them. Yasmine at 18 years old wanted nothing more then to be a reporter, finding story to tell even the most unreal ones, While Casey and Joanne too wanted to be reporters however they were as extreme as Yasmine was.
Exactly what kind of story is out here that we need a tent for? Joanne asks finding her feet becoming sore with every step she took.
The folks around here speck about a night where they can hear sounds of a carnival in ranges with lights from that of a town shining through the darken night, reports of these only come around whe
Scarlett Johansson TGScarlett Johansson TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mitch entered the waiting room, ready and hopeful for a part in this mysterious movie. The day prior he was walking home from his small time job as a desk jockey over at Seirots GT Industries. He usually walks by the acting part of town, just hoping that maybe an audition will pop up that he could get into. He loved acting, he was in every high school play he could be in, but sadly, it led to nothing.
This day though, was different. Mitch saw a sheet of paper that looked like it was hurriedly stapled onto the audition board. He took a closer look and the paper read, "BIG ROLE IN UPCOMING AVENGERS MOVIE, POSITION JUST OPENED!" So Mitch took the slip at the bottom and decided that he could do this, he liked the comic book series and thought that if there was ever a time for him to get some easy money, now was it.
Mitch was still, nervously sitting in the waiting room, looking around curiously to see if he was in the wrong place. There was no one else in there, just him in a blank room wi
lethargyI'm holding on to lethargy,lethargy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and we are
ashes in each other's arms.
and can you see your chars
reflected in my eyes?
dusty orbs of crumbling lies.
I cannot hear your heartbeat
because mine is still as stone;
I wish you heard me moan like
the cries of limpid ghosts, but
they mourn the dead
and I deceased for you
too long ago.
The Voices In My HeadThe Voices In My Head3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The voices in my head
Whisper sweet words in my mind
Words of death and lonliness
Words that my black heart beat to
I hear them all the time
Clawing their way at my thoughts
Singing to me in the night
Begging me to join them
They smash their way through my brain
Leaving a trail of despair
I hold onto a shred of hope
That they quickly rip away from me
I gradually begin to listen
Take in their harsh words
Letting me cut myself off
And return to the darkest of places
They take over my world
Coax me to do their bidding
Plead for me to join them
Their family of hatred and revenge
My life soon falls to pieces
Why won't they go away?
The only place to return to
The evil inside my soul
They throw knives at my sanity
Detroy the disappearing judgement
I willingly let them dominate me
As they encourage me to breakdown to them
There's no time left
The mentality has finally gone
I fall happily to my true family
The voices in my head
A Death in LiteratureHe didnt enjoy killing, or even violence in general; it disgusted him. It was something the world could do without entirely, and he wished more than anything that he could escape it. He knew, however, as we all know, one cannot escape violence in a world that lives for death. He didnt want, in any part of him, to kill another human being. Of course, that did not mean for even a second, that he wasnt going to do it.A Death in Literature8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Purpose; generally, this is accepted as the one thing every human wants and needs. In our society, and our world, no person wishes to be seen as nothing, or negligible. People always do what they do for a reason; they are driven by purpose. This time, though, there would be no purpose, no answer to the why?. The act would defy general understanding, crashing reason into a metaphorical sea of confusion. He had no reason to do this; no reason at all. The choi
Our Beautiful SinsThe last time you came to visitOur Beautiful Sins3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I showed you my collection of sins
in their mayonnaise jar on the shelf
and you took it down and poured them out
and turned them over one by one
in your callused palms and between your fingers,
feeling their textures against your lips and across your windburned cheeks,
like so many pebbles plucked from the shore.
They were red and green,
a few of them purple
either smooth as lies or jagged as bitten nails
and some of them made you cry
and some of them turned you on
and I added a few more purple ones that night.
You kissed away my doubts
and in the morning we buried the jar in the back yard
with the other things that have no place
in the here and now
between the row of goldfish and the row of hamsters
under the blazing pyracanthas.
You even put up a little cross
made of popsicle sticks, still sticky (so were our mouths)
as a touch of irony.
You were already gone by the time I found yours,
your pickle jar full of brightly-coloured sins
hiding in the bottom
What is Hell?Hell is staring at a phone willing it to ringWhat is Hell?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just because you believe someone will keep
his forgotten promises.
Hell is calling someone
hoping they would be glad to hear from you
only to hear them say they will call you later.
Hell is understanding that you're temporary
even though you have already fallen in love
with the person who cannot love anymore.
Hell is being faithful to someone
without ever knowing if he ever will
be as faithful to you.
Hell is wandering on an empty road
After a truly awful fight which
didn't end in reconciliation
Hell is not realizing that the truck was heading
straight for you when your eyes were closed
the strains of music deafening you to a roar.
Hell is waiting for your daughter to breathe
without a thousand machines having to help her
take a deep clean breath.
Hell is waiting for your child to wake up
so she can tell you she loves you
and that she is just fine.
Hell is holding your best fri
SufferingSuffering2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The morning rain is falling outside
Like the tears I'm releasing from behind.
It hurts when I see a fake smile on my face
And those scars I can't erase.
Was it really worth suffering for, was it
Really enough to just cry for. Sorrow and
Coldness wake me up every night, with
humid pillow by my side.
The pain I'm trying to hide is losing
Its battle from time to time. My heart
is breaking away, counting the pieces
that are willing to shake.
FeniksAutor: Utau666Feniks3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Niczym feniks z popiołów
Skrzydła swe rozkładamy
Nigdy nas nie zraża
Gotowi w bój ruszamy
Za Boga! Za Ojczyznę!
Odwrotu już nie ma
Ostatkiem sił pieczęć podbijamy
Złote karty dziejów
Po kolejnej klęsce znikamy
Smutek żal ogarnia
Za kilka chwil
Za krótki moment
Z matczynych płomieni
Czy to możliwe
Tylko białe orły z popiołów powstają.
isolation.isolation.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beyond the high walls
of a barricaded world,
their unfamiliar faces
watched me breathe.
Reaching out again
against my fears within,
but this voice wilted soft
then chose not to speak.
By: Luana Lani
Birth Of StitchesBirth Of Stitches6 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
When Judgment Day ComesYou left me here to die;When Judgment Day Comes4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Expected me to lose myself to bitter decay.
You check up on me from time to time,
But I did not die today.
I know it seems that you're the one that prospered,
But one day you'll be out there on your own.
You've never learned to endure pain by yourself,
I'll teach you, I swear. I'll make sure that you know.
Getting my payback for what you've done to me,
Will be so sweet, but lies not with the blade.
It instead is hidden in my journey to heaven,
I'll rise on wings as you lose your sanity to shame.
I've been redeemed, I've been saved on a greater level.
Singing with Angels as you learn to dance with the Devil.
I never again will sink to your ground, even if you break my heart.
Love I've been getting better, I've been getting better from the start.
disguisean angel they call medisguise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but in the end I'm always the devil
I judge, I ruin
but your sins will never be forgiven
yours are worse than mine
I already sank as deep as I can
while you are still in a free fall from heaven
friends pity and pretend to care
there is nothing you can do
just choose your sides and judge like I did
and I'll take the punishment for all the sins you commit
if that makes me an angel then beware
I may be on the side of the angels
but don't think for one second I'm one of them
I'm the devil in disguise
I am my illness.I am my illness.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me leave in silent humble
walking down the road of suffer
I glace at fear as it stares me in the eye.
My heartbeat raises, I feel it pounding..
I search for an answer, panic grabs my throath.
See clouds pulling together in my clear blue sky.
This fate it not mine, I'm getting trouble breathing
LET ME GO.
My head starts spinning, round and round and round
for once I won't surrender, I refuse.
I yell at faith as it comes at me
grabbing me by the shoulder I feel its strength
I can't run, no whre to hide, nothing left.
Just to bare in humble silence "ash you wished" I hear.
"maybe I can tell you some other time"
But there never was another time..
Virtures and IIf love is your virtueVirtures and I4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
does anyone love you the same.
If being happy is your virtue
will you notice the pain in anyone's eyes.
If jealousy is your virtue
do you only find insecurities along your way.
If being understanding is your virtue
are you expected to understand all the time.
If selflessness is your virtue
who are you trying to impress.
If you are a selfish soul
has anyone ever hurt you before?
If optimism is your virtue,
do you pretend you don't feel the pain.
If patience is your virtue
do you just wait and wait and wait.