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
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'
Don'tDon't lie.Don't4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all know where this ends.
In the corner
of an alley
in the dark
of the night
in the shadow
of a love, long dead
in our souls.
Don't say it.
We all know how you feel
in your heart
but I've seen you leave me
in the wake of disease
for another path
with more foot prints
and less fallen tears.
Don't touch me.
We all know I am weak
and your kissing
and your touching
with bated breath
and tender eyes
but your tongue is barbed
and makes me bleed.
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!
i can't find you.it's eight minutes till two and half past disappointment.i can't find you.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hello, it's me again, sitting here thinking about you. i have my knees tucked into my chest and my chin resting upon them. my hair is falling in my eyes and my heart is falling into the ground. my fingers have turned blue from the cold of writing your name over and over again in cursive in the broken dimensions of us. it took me a while to realize that no matter how many times i scribble your name with my feeble hands, you are not going to come back.
and it scares me.
because it is almost three o clock and i can see my own pain in the air in front of me.
hello, it's me. just one more time. and i'm lying here in the heat trying to find my way back to nowhere. i am bathing in the sonnet of our long forgotten songs and i have a river flowed by angst and heartbreak dripping down my temple. from chambers slow i recollect my body, one by one, until i am able to stand and walk and say that i'm fine when really i'm not. i am not oka
Maybe if I hate enoughrat-faced man yellow and drawn long yellow fingers, long yellow yawnMaybe if I hate enough8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reaches for unfamiliar spaces sweaty ideas of greatness
the unsuccessful lover winding down
atrophied ass, skinny bowed legs,
sickly bulging belly, shoulders childlike and narrow
a defeated posture infused with hate cast a weak tea shadow
sabotaging fate: a new idea for each new moment
(we could be famous... we could make a million bucks)
seals them in dirty envelopes to fall through the greasy grate
a gutter by the darkness where nothing really takes shape
plagiarizing ouroboros believing his own lies
at his core a sinister emptiness, so appealing
to the alternative strata of the trendy elite
who have forgotten their true nature
as the abused dog forgets how to be a dog
he was attracted to my wound, my beautiful malfunction
but when I was resolved he couldn't be contacted
man of straw in a house of cards waiting to fail
a child inside a man inside a disease, vampiric and shining
oiling his trap, an ugly broken outdat
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
Long Story ShortYou are...Long Story Short4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
great at everything you do
boyfriend && girlfriend
really miss you
really love you
really want to be with you
really am happy you're in my life
really want to talk to you more
really want you to be mine forever
long story short?
i love you
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
ChristineShe looked beautifulChristine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dressed in a white gown
That flowed around her
As she descended the stairs
Her hair streamed behind
Against the cold, grey stone
Farewell LoveI am standing in a field full of dying flowers.Farewell Love2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I heard that once they used to bloom
And picked up by many lovers,
Until one day they met their doom.
Whispers from my past haunt me,
I followed them to this forsaken land,
Grief and despair instantly found me
And buried my dreams under endless sands.
Farewell, love, we had good times together.
You made my pen lighter than a feather,
Yes, you were unanswered and brought pain,
You saved me from the burning sun and heavy rain.
One day I opened my eyes and my muse was gone,
Again in this World I am left alone!
Without aims and full of doubts I wander around,
Searching for something that cannot be found:
A blooming flower…
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
Where Are You My Spark?Where Are You My Spark?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I do not look at my old photos
When I see them, I notice a spark
I notice a spark in my eyes, It's small, but it's there
If I look at myself in the mirror, I see nothing
There is no spark, I have looked, and it's not there
I have lost the happiness in me, I have lost my heart
It's broken, and I hope, someone will heal it
I do not look at my old photos
Because in them I see a joy that I used to have
Oh hidden spark in my eye
Where is your hiding place?
Where have you gone?
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 13 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.
You are my other half,amoreYou are my other half,amore2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I pulled your shirt to my body,unzipped,
To the beat of your heart.
Your head was close to my face.
You smiled,your lips almost on mine.
Having your arms around me is what I live for.
I looked at your eyes and asked "why".
Why here,why now,why me?
I like the scent of your hair,
And I absolutely love your cigarette's smoke,
In my hair,on my lips,between your fingers.
Our bodies intertwined,it just feels right.
I adore your whisper on my ear,makes me feel safe.
Your warm breath on my neck,mixed with your kisses
Makes my body loose control. You drive me crazy.
My soul is so close to yours,never let me go.
I need you,your lips fit on mine.
Your fingers in my hair,and my fingers in your hand.
I love when I feel your heartbeat.
It makes me feel like I belong in there.
Never give me up.
Hold me in your embrace,I need you,amore.
To Deprive And BestowTo Deprive And Bestow3 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
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
lethargyI'm holding on to lethargy,lethargy4 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.
isolation.isolation.4 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
a window opena window opena window open8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to breathe in love
the cricket's serenade
When Judgment Day ComesYou left me here to die;When Judgment Day Comes5 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.