America vs. CleverbotUser: I'm the hero!America vs. Cleverbot3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Cleverbot: What kind of hero?
Cleverbot: What kind of american?
User: A burger-loving, gun-toting, bad ass Amreican!
Cleverbot: From where?
User: The US of A!
Cleverbot: That makes sense. You're in the computer.
User: No, I'm on the computer, dude.
Cleverbot: Get down from there you might break it.
User: Relax, dude, I'm not literally on it!
User: I'm typing on the keyboard to talk to you!
Cleverbot: Me too, how ironic?
User: I know, right? Hahahahaha!!
Cleverbot: Do you have any tattoos?
User: Nope, but I have a scar that divides me in half at the torso.
User: Hell yeah!
Cleverbot: Ok here she is.
User: Here who is? I hope it's not Ivan's crazy sister! She scares me a little.
Cleverbot: I forgot the rest.
Cleverbot: This is awkward.
User: Totally. Um, do you like hamburgers too?
Cleverbot: Hell yeah.
.:APH:. 9 11 10 Years"Ten years " America said softly as he silently read the names of the ones who lost their lives on the memorial stone. He remembers it all so clearly, every second that dropped was so surreal. Everything seemed to move so slow. He couldn't believe it had been ten years since that day. Everything about it was still so fresh in his mind.:APH:. 9 11 10 Years3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The smoke circled the air, blotting out the blue sky in a dark haze of agony. People were in panic, screaming and scattering about the streets. America held onto the rails of the balcony of the apartment he was staying in. The intense pain the radiating from his head was excruciating. The blood dripped from his left temple, warm as it slid down the left side of his face. The two gashes were deep and burning immensely. He was confused and disoriented. His vision blurred as he focused on the towers. Both in smoke as the people screamed.
"What " he uttered, "What's happening?"
The earth rumbled as the towers collapsed to the ground. All of th
morality without God"Without God, everything is permissible."morality without God2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It is unknown who originated the quote above, but it is pretty clear that it was not an atheist. Many religious people, from the most intolerant to some of the more tolerant ones, find it easier to relate to those of other religions than those who have no religion at all. Some of this may be because of encounters with the fervently anti-religious, but much of it is simply bigotry. Those who use the above quote are not simply stating that God is the basis of morality; they are implying that atheists cannot be trusted because of this. In the nineteenth century, much of the United States banned atheists from testifying in court or holding public office because of this view that atheists are untrustworthy. It was not until 1961 that the Supreme Court finally declared that it is unconstitutional to ban atheists from holding public office. Several states still have these laws on the books, and there are still some countries in which being an atheist
bullyingBullying is not a new problem. While the internet has allowed bullying to take on some new forms, it has been around probably throughout human history. One environment in which a lot of people are exposed to it is in public schools. While public schools often state that they have zero tolerance for bullying, the fact is that most schools do very little about it. I was on the receiving end of some bullying when I grew up. While I know other people who went through a lot worse than I did, it was not pleasant, and there is absolutely no reason why it should be tolerated. Some myths have long been perpetuated about bullying, and I want to put these myths to rest. I am under no delusion that I will reach everyone. I just hope to reach someone. Unfortunately, people have a lot of attitudes that tend to enable, if not directly promote, bullying.bullying3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Bullies target those they perceive as vulnerable. Those who are physically weak or emotionally sensitive are more likely to be targeted. While socie
urban.Scuffed boots and cracked pavement; leather so worn she can feel every pebble and rock in her path. She hates her feetgawky, excessive, unwomanly, so she's been toldyet they carry her through smog and dust and all those tiny rocks that block her way. What she wouldn't give for petite, ballerina feet; the kind designed for flat shoes and elegant walking.urban.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He loved her feet.
Today, she hates the entirety of the world; the people who rush past her, not pausing for anyone or anything, their minds set on imaginary lunch dates and mundane work hours. She wishes they would stop for a fraction of a secondfor someone to notice the scowl on her once-smiling face and to ask what's wrong, why there's sleeplessness and fear set deep within her eyes. It's not attention she craves, not really; all she really wants is for someone to forget themselves for a moment.
He forgot himself in her eyes.
The solace she once found in the city is gone; instead of fumes and dirt and concrete, she
..::Hey Mom::..Hey Mom...::Hey Mom::..2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It's hard to believe your really leaving.
It's hard to believe you may never hug me again.
You have no idea how hard it is to see you suffer.
You have no idea how hard it is to accept that you can't fight.
Remember when I was little?
Remember when we played everyday?
Remember when you took care of me?
I remember those days so well.
I remember them like they were yesterday.
You had two boys and never dreamed of having a little girl.
You had a boy who fathered a little girl.
You had a little girl who needed a mother.
Your heart reached out.
Your arms opened to me.
Your guidance is what you gave me.
I was that little girl.
I was your granddaughter.
I am your daughter.
I am your very own.
You taught me everything I know.
You taught me so many wonderful things.
Now I'm older.
Now I am learning things on my own.
You are the angel that kept me from corrupting.
You are the angel that raised me.
You have taught me so much.
Yet I have tau
Every Fanfic Ever WrittenTHE EXPLANATORY FICEvery Fanfic Ever Written10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
(CHARACTERS do something interesting. CAMERA fades to black in the middle of it.)
CAMERA: Well, I'm done here.
AUTHOR: Like hell you are.
THE BACKSTORY FIC
CHARACTER: Alas, I do not have much of a backstory.
AUTHOR: Now you do!
CHARACTER: ... hooray?
THE BACKSTORY FIC, PART 2
EXTREMELY MINOR CHARACTER: I have no backstory, no personality, and perhaps three lines of dialogue.
AUTHOR: Well, we can't have that.
THE MARY SUE
CHARACTER: I'm OOC.
MARY SUE: I'm stereotypical.
CHARACTER: I love you.
MARY SUE: I love you too, snookie-ookie-wookums.
CHARACTER: Something is wrong.
SELF-INSERT: I can fix it!
CHARACTER: You're very strong.
SELF-INSERT: I can beat you all up!
CHARACTER: You're fourteen.
SELF-INSERT: And I can solve all your problems!
CHARACTER: That's wonderful! We trust you utterly!
THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT FIC
CHARACTER: We won! It's over!
AUTHOR: Like hell it is.
the ringyou brought me to some hippie storethe ring1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and told me you wanted
to buy me a ring.
i was content to sip my juice
and go home, but
i followed close behind you
into a world of incense,
tea, and jewelery.
i asked you why,
why a ring?
you told me plainly
that you didn't buy me enough stuff,
and that rings were cool.
(i thought your ring was ugly,
but you didn't need to know that.)
so you dragged me over to the counter
and told me to pick one i wanted.
(i thought you were flirting with cashier,
playing the 'look at me,
buying gifts for my cute little sis' card,
but then i realized
that it's just how you talk to people.)
i chose a little silver ring
with a wave on it.
you asked why i picked that one,
and i told you it just looked pretty,
what did you expect?
you shrugged and bought it for me,
and let me get a notebook, too
(and it still smells like that day-
potently sweet and intoxicating)
while you picked out some incense
and got offered some free tea.
i walked out
with the guiltiest look on my
Crona's PoemFifteen years ago,Crona's Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was put on earth.
I started life looking at the light in everything,
But that didn't last very long.
Because the truth is
There is no light.
How can there be light if
Every time I say something,
I’m always cut down.
So I just stay quiet.
Because I can’t deal with the pain of not being accepted.
Every time my mother’s eyes meet mine
All I see is the disappointment and failure she sees
So I just stare at the floor.
Because I just can’t deal with the pain I've caused my mother to suffer with.
Most people only have their conscience to deal with after they have made a decision,
But I have a real person, who knows my every move,
My every thought,
To criticize me.
To have a new reason to harm me.
So I just stopped making decisions.
Because I just can’t deal with the pain of my mistakes.
Because I know I’ll make the wrong choice, no matter what I pick.
After fifteen years of this,
I earn friends that I don’t deserve.
The Search for Paradise (1) ch.7The Search for Paradise (1) ch.72 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Latios carried Blaze on his back and I carried Ralts on mine as we headed up the mountains, where Flarewhip, the keeper of the Flame Sword awaits us and Blaze's battle. Blaze leaped off of Latios and started to jog quickly. I have no idea why he's doing that. Then, as the top reaches our sight, Blaze stops in front of a small oasis. He looks down at his refection.
I slowly look over his shoulder to see his reflection, mine, Jen's, and another. It's weird, but I think the Legendary Pokemon Jirachi is here. I jerk my head backwards to see him floating in fron of us. Lstios heads over to my side. Blaze turns around to see him.
"You seek a wish, don't you?" Jirachi calmly asks Blaze. Blaze nods. He reaches his hand out and holds a star peice. Jirachi stares happily at it and accepts it from him. "Ok, what is your wish?"
"I wish to find Flarewhip and battle him," he says back. Jirachi's head jerks up with eyes wide open. He's completely shocked by his answer.
"Ok. You'll fight a warrior who
Decline of Sonic the HedgehogA lot has changed since the blue blur first appeared on the Sega Genesis. When the game first came out it was a shock to many of the gamers back then. The speed and interactive enviroment bewildered their mind and converted them to the way of the hedgehog. With each game that came out afterwords more characters were added like Miles "Tails" Prower and Knuckles the Echidna. The Sonic franchise was strong back then rivaling Mario in platforming. The games started to tread off their roots by releasing games like Dr. Roboniks Mean Bean Machine and Sonic 3D Blast. These games were fun to many but Dr. Roboniks Mean Bean Machine was rivaled with Kirby's Avalanche featuring the SAME EXACT gameplay and Sonic 3D Blast lost the speed that everyone was addicted to in the first place. Sonic CD on the new Sega CD attachment was a saviour during that time including an anime opening and ending and returning to it's side scrolling speedy roots and became a favorite of most Sonic Fans (as well as me). LDecline of Sonic the Hedgehog8 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Short Story 1 - Not AloneA girl sat in the corner of a dark room with tears streaming down her face. lonely and misunderstood she sat with no one but herself. So many thoughts ran through her head, ones filled with sadness, hurt, loneliness, and emptiness. The door to the room opened and another figure entered the room. It stood in the doorway for a moment then walked toward the girl. The figure sat next to the lonely child and put a hand on her shoulder, then said in a low, soothing voice.Short Story 1 - Not Alone2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You are not alone..."
Looking up the girl stares at the figure wanting to trust them but feeling unsure. "Am I really, everyone makes fun of me. No one likes me.....I have no friends." She said. The figure gave a smile and put one finger over it's mouth.
"You will never be alone...We are here..."
Putting it's arms around the girl, the figure held her close. Confused but not wanting to be alone any longer, she held the figure as well. She shut her eyes.
- A bright light f
PlaygroundPlayground2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Where the Birds Fly HighWhere the Birds Fly High3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In the sky, the birds fly high
and the clouds transform for only your eye.
The angels pour out the rain
upon your window pane.
On your days of great sorrow
and the days of tomorrow,
look to the sky
where the birds fly high.
Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I apologize in advanced for any spelling or grammatical errors -- while I did read over this twice, I may have missed something. Sorry!
"The December wind wrapped itself around the two as they briskly made their way down the crowded sidewalk. They didn't mind the cold all too much for their sheer excitement kept them warm. A mother and a son had traversed into the Inner Sanctum of the Main City to prepare for the festivities. It was the 20th, and on the 21st a world-wide celebration would ring out in glory of their leader's name and birthday. It wasn't just a celebration for him, as on the 21st everyone shared in on the gift giving and good will spreading amongst their friends and loved ones. The mother and son, however, had missed out on their shopping and were forced to rush and see what they could get the night before.
"Every corner they turned and every step they took left them visually bombarded with fantastic, glowing displays of old time toys and new wave technology. Add
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
The Fate of FenrirChild of Loki, giant's spawn,The Fate of Fenrir11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Odin's doom in wolfish form.
Evil-born or betrayal turned?
By the Gods and people spurned.
Judged, tried, convicted through their fear,
of the threat you might be some future year,
They chose to bind you strong and fast,
though they knew it could not last.
They told you it was just a game,
something to test and prove your name,
they'd tie you up in every fetter,
but none could hold you any better,
Like silken threads you snapped each one,
steel and stone were soon undone,
finally they brought a ribbon, frail and thin,
yet some dwarfish magic sparked deep within.
Your suspicion roused, you tried to refuse,
they taunted you, "Afraid you'll lose?"
Angry, yet sly, you gave your permission,
on one firm, final, bloody condition.
One of the Gods, to prove it's in fun,
must place in your jaws, from wrist to thumb,
their own precious hand to prove it a jest,
before you'll fulfil this final test.
Without hesitation, Tyr volunteered,
the God of War seemed not a'feare
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
The Silent Order of the WorldThe Silent Order of the World3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The silent order of the world,
Slowly calls for the night.
Hidden in the fading light,
Born from what we know,
There is order in chaos,
And a humble serenity...
The glistening beauty of a morning dew,
Can only be acknowledged by a few,
Who knows when to stop on their tracks,
To revere a forgotton view...
The silent order of the world,
Quietly calls for the day,
That will break the dawn
With the Sun's first ray,
With a graceful delicacy...
The haunting luster of a full moon,
Eludes the watchers of a heliocentric noon..
The silent order of the world,
Paints the Autumn with a crimson gloom,
And it resonates endlessly... in Spring's full bloom...
Safe and Sound.I remember tears streaming down your face when I said, I'll never let you go, when all those shadows almost killed your light...Safe and Sound.3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Frost darted through the forest, glancing around wildly for her sister. "Sister?!" She called out desperately, her voice shrill from fear. Where was she?Where was she?! All there was was the woods around the shiny Glaceon.
The ground farther away from her began to turn black, the darkness speedily eating away all detail to leave it as a great abyss. Frost gasped when she saw this, quickly picking up her pace.
"Sister, help me!" She cried, as the void quickly caught up with her. Frost tried with all her strength to outrun the collapsing of her surroundings. It was in vain, she could never outrun it. She never did.
Frost screeched as she felt the ground collapse beneath her paws. For a moment, she saw her sister, the breaking away stopped at the grey-scale Jolteon.
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body