Indiscernable regardIndiscernable regard5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Il y avait toujours cet homme qui me regardait de ses grands yeux bleus. Riche, il voyageait tous les matins au volant de sa Mercedes. De mon banc, je le suivais du regard, curieuse et comblée tout à la fois. La main sur le toit de sa voiture, il me contempla plus longuement qu'à l'ordinaire. À son habitude, il aurait déjà pris le large. Un pied devant l'autre, il devança tous les véhicules stationnés au bord du trottoir. Regardant à droite, puis à gauche, il traversa d'un pas décidé cette voie achalandée. Se rapprochant de moi, je sentis son regard inquiet me foudroyer subitement.
- Avez-vous besoin d'aide, madame ? S'écria-il en accélérant le pas à la vue de voitures se rapprochant dangereusement.
Il s'agenouilla devant moi, posant ses mains tièdes sur mes avants bras. Je sursautai légèrement à ce contact.
- Je vous remercie de votre solidarit&
mordre le tempsIl est temps de...mordre le temps5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mordre le temps,
Mordre la vie à pleine dent,
De casser le sablier,
Pour un à un ingurgiter,
Tout ces grains de sable scintillant...
Il est temps de...
Mordre la poussière,
Mordre la pierre,
De casser l'anneau,
Pour un à un récupérer,
Les mille et un carats de ce diamant...
Il est temps de...
Mordre mon adversaire,
Mordre la terre entière,
De casser mon image,
Pour un à un savourer,
Les joies amère de ce carnage sanglant...
Il est temps d'être une étoile
Il est temps de léver le voile
Il est temps d'être moi-même...
Bisexual PrejudiceDo not judge me because of my sexuality.Bisexual Prejudice5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who cares if I'm a bisexual?
you think it makes you feel better by judging me?
you think you already know everything about me
because I told you I am bisexual?
My sexuality doesn't determine who I really am.
It is not everything about me
It just a part of who I am
There's so much more in me that you don't know
I'm an artist,
a manga addict,
I'm also a brother,
a loving son,
a good friend,
and a caring lover.
and I love Harry Potter.
so don't judge me because I am bisexual.
It's not everything about me.
you might not even know...
I can be a killer.
So be careful.
30 Ways to Annoy Georg Listing30 Ways to Annoy Georg Listing30 Ways to Annoy Georg Listing7 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Hide his hair straightener. (Thanks Theyaylady)
2. Jump out of a random closet, scream as you shove a rock in his mouth and walk away as though nothing has happened.
3. Constantly remind him that he spends more time on his hair than the average American girl.
4. Creep up behind him the middle of the night singing The Itsy Bitsy Spider.
5. Paint his guitar bright pink with a yellow lightening stripe.
6. Draw a mustache on his face in permanent marker while he sleeps.
7. Laugh hysterically when he wakes up to discover your lovely artwork.
8. Lean very close to his face, until your noses are almost touching, and loudly declare Im wearing new socks today!
9. Spend all of your free time thinking up ways to annoy him.
10. Light a match, CAREFULLY hold it close to his hair and say This is a hold up, nobody move and Georgs hair doesnt pay the ultimate price!
11. Ask if he would like a kiwi.
Keep BreathingThe storm is coming...Keep Breathing5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The blonde's cell phone rings with a happy tune. He pulls it out of his pocket and smiles at the Caller ID, flipping it open. "Sasori!" he says excitedly. "I knew you'd call! The skyscraper is amazing. It's like nothing I've ever-"
"Deidara," the redhead on the opposite end says, almost sternly. "You have to get out of there."
"I know you're upset that you couldn't come with me, but sheesh." Deidara rolls his eyes, as if Sasori could see it.
"Listen to me, Deidara." Sasori switches his phone to the other ear. "On the news... Look, just leave. Please."
"Why?" Deidara asks, puffing out his bottom lip slightly. He puts his hand on his hip and says, "You're kinda scaring me." There's an odd, choked noise on the other end. Deidara falls silent for a moment, then asks, "Are you alright?"
Sasori clenches his fist. "I will if you just get the hell out of there! Deidara, there's a bomb! It's not one of your little artistic fireworks, it's a real bomb! It's a
Dear You pg1There he was. That gorgeous kid that always sat by himself at lunch. I knew I had been holding back for too long, and I knew that this was my chance. After all, it was spring and I had practically stared at him every day. I usually went home after school starving because I forgot to eat, too distracted by him. It must have been something in his eyes. Something secretive, something... that kept pulling me towards him. I don't know how to explain it, but it was like it was calling me. It had been calling me all year and finally, I decided to walk over to him and set my tray down next to him. That way, I could glance at him from the corner of my eye without him noticing.Dear You pg15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I was shaking, and I knew it, so I began idly poking my rice with my fork. I cleared my throat and said, "I realize you sit by yourself a lot." Not good - my voice was trembling, as well. I felt myself turn beet red. What a moron.
The kid said nothing. He blinked, but that was about it. He just jammed a grape into
I love you.She was the type of girl who knew by heart the definition of each and every sentiment. Yet the words spelled and sprawled across the pages remained simply that--words, seemingly outside her grasp forever. And yet she prolonged the ritual of carving definitions, word-for-word, into the wall that closed off her mind. But it was not that she could not feel or that she would not feel. It was simply that she harbored deep inside a passion that no words in existence could ever describe. But I now know the word she so desperately searched for; it was "love". To the unknown entity that inspired her and drove her forward, the only words necessary to convey were these: "I love you."I love you.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
And I do.
Pirates pg1"Master, you know your father would rather you not play with swords."Pirates pg15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Oh, do calm down. I'm not a child. I know how to use a weapon." The blonde boy danced around his elegant bedroom like a true swordsman, swiping and stabbing at imaginary enemies.
"Well, don't say I didn't warn you. He shall be very upset."
The boy spun and pointed the tip of the blade to his black-haired servant's throat and looked at him with vivid cerulean eyes. "He shan't be upset of what he doesn't know," he said with a chuckle, and put the blade back in its sheath. "But thank you for checking on me, Madara."
The elder sighed and said, "So be it. But when you gouge your own eye out, do not come crying to me."
"Captain, land ho!" the young brown-haired boy shouted from the crow's nest. He climbed all the way down and dashed up to the captain, who was a rather short man with blood-red hair and chocolate brown eyes. "We've reached land!"
"Fine job, Tobi, but I heard you the first time." The captain ruffl
Bar Hopping with the DeadThey lost Bob in Hong Kong.Bar Hopping with the Dead4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
30 Ways to Annoy Gustav30 Ways to Annoy Gustav Schafer30 Ways to Annoy Gustav7 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Steal his drumsticks and replace them with lollipops.
2. Make random animal noises every time he walks past you.
3. Duct tape yourself to his back.
4. Sit on his foot and refuse to relocate yourself for the rest of the day.
5. Lock him in a closet right before a concert.
6. Constantly remind him that Bill and Tom are way more popular than him. (I love you Gustav!)
7. Steal all of his favorite CDs and bury them in the backyard.
8. Spend your day doing nothing but thinking up ways to annoy him.
9. Give him death glares all day. When he asks you what is wrong, tell him theres a pebble in your shoe.
10. Glomp him from behind and shout "Viva Le Resistance" with a fist punch and run away, screaming. (Thanks Blackroses13!)
11. Cosplay as a random Naruto character, pick up his drumsticks, and shout Drumstick no Jutsu as you chuck them at him.
12. Smile as he yells at you.
13. Put a sombrero on your head and stalk him for the rest of the day.
MSN chat with GNR[November-Rain62 has entered the conversation]MSN chat with GNR6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
[SnakeHat has entered the conversation]
November-Rain62: well, hello there! how are you?
November-Rain62: so heroin, women, alcohol and music?
SnakeHat: fuck off
November-Rain62: is that a yes then?
SnakeHat: im working
November-Rain62: on what? :S
SnakeHat: why do u keep using smileys on every line? ur not a 13yr old wannabe, yknow
November-Rain62: you did NOT just insult the smileys!!!! and i hate it when you answer a question with a question ¬.¬
SnakeHat: no i insulted u
November-Rain62: ...thats not very nice ='[
SnakeHat: wasnt trying to be
November-Rain62: so you hate me then? T^T i feel unloved!!!
SnakeHat: ...remind me again how old you are?
November-Rain62: physicality of a 24-year-old, mentality of a 2-year-old!
SnakeHat: and the intelligence of one too, by the looks of things...
November-Rain62: HEY!!! that was UNCALLED FOR!!!!
SnakeHat: id say it was perfectly called for tbh
Stradlin-Rose Production 73The camera was switched on, and the view of a golf course was brought into focus. Rain fell heavily, leaving droplets of water on the lens.Stradlin-Rose Production 737 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A hand appeared in front of the shot, and wiped some drops off. Fuck. Izzy Stradlin swore sharply. Right, well, this is Stradlin/Rose Production number 73, and were on a golf course, and its fucking raining.
My, arent you observant? Axl Rose appeared in the frame. You certainly are the clever one of the team
Piss off, Rosie. For fucks sake! Izzy wiped the lens again. Why does rain have to be o fucking wet?
Because its Gods piss.
Gods? I thought it was Jesuss?
How is that relevant to my question about rains wetness?
It wasnt. You havent introduced who we are yet.
Does it matter?
It might. I mean, when were 90
Profile- Ghost FaustusProfile- Ghost Faustus6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Name: Ghost Faustus
Nickname: Other kids call him Frankenstein-boy, Ronnie calls him Patches.
Age: Has a 17-year-old body, though his actual age is unknown.
Socioeconomic level: Currently, upper middle class. (Before that, living-in-a-secret-lab class.)
Birth date: His creator-father Tierlynn let him pick his birthday, because Tierlynn didn't want Ghost to associate the day of his 'creation' as his actual birthday. Ghost chose April 6, the same as his favorite scientist, James Watson, one of the discoverers of DNA.
Birth place: His dad's lab, somewhere in Germany.
Describe their dwelling/house: A scientific laboratory, hidden away somewhere in the world (a different lab than the one he was born in). It's essentially one big lab room, with a couple of beds. (Until recently, he had shared a bed with his father)
Occupation: Student in
Puppet MasterMy sin, it brings me down againPuppet Master7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My life, so full of pain and strife
My love, something I'll never reach
My thought, Something you cannot teach
Now or Never, it's my time to decide
In life the wave on which we ride
Can't stop this mountain moving on
Every thought of mine is gone
Wish there was more to life then this
Just more then to merely exist
The Dance for the puppet master is on
We have less brain then brawn
12 Days of Borderlands12 Psychos shouting12 Days of Borderlands3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
11 Grenades bouncin
9 Bandits looting
8 Rockets launcing
7 Sniper rifles
6 Moxxi pinups
3 Rakk hives
2 Mini Steves
And a Mothrakk in a dick tree!
Reality Strikes "Daddy, you're drunk again." A petite girl whispered gently to the man sitting before her. She was small and delicate for the tender age of 13. Not that interfered with her superior knowledge compared to others her age. Her boundless energy and open mind was eager to the world around her. But she knew what real life was about all too well. The grim reality of an abusive, drunk father. Long since divorced from a mother she never had the chance to meet. Not that she cared. There was no need for another anchor to hold her here in the worldReality Strikes5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm not drunk," slurred the man, his head rolling limply on his broad shoulders, "I merely had too much to drink." He chuckled then, the sound warm with old charm he rarely used anymore.
"You should be off to bed." The girl scolded him like a disobedient child; gingerly tugging on his right hand extended toward her. He didn't budge.
"Sit with me," he whined
Zelda: LCOTW Chapter3Zelda: LCOTW Chapter35 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How do you explain something, that youre not capable of understanding yourself? The first thing, that came to Links mind was to start where it all began for him. With his 12. birthday. The day everything that could go wrong went wrong.
Carefully, he tried to explain who he was, what he had seen and done up till now and what he learned about himself and Tetra and the ancient kingdom of Hyrule.
Yesterday evening, I had such a feeling that I needed to meet you. Just once. I didnt really think that song would actually bring you here, I was just kind of experimenting!
And you are my succedor?, asked the other Link in a very confused manner.
Well I dont know. Maybe succedor is a bit too much, but, yeah, you are a hero who slew Ganondorf and Im a hero who slew Ganondorf. One cant deny, that theres some similarity in there.
So, Ganondorfs dead a
My demented mind-7th gradenessWe are here to pay our respects to, Maria Juanita Consuelo De La Rosas Carmenocho. Or as her friends called her Eight. Her death was a quick and painless one. Although her friends celebrated with fireworks and counted down her death, she shall be missed. When she was born the community was overjoyed!My demented mind-7th gradeness5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
In February she joined an online community that welcomed her with open arms. Eight spent most of her days watching T.V. and drawing, she had a good life. She went to many parties and celebrated many events. Her sister ninealicious will carry on her DeviantART tradition (She has already gotten 40 favorites and three new friends for her dead sister.) She also hopes to be nicer to all and especially to her family. The service will be held at that one place with the extreme luau competitions.
The dream"Almost there," I encouraged myself on my way to school. I thought back to make sure that I had finished all my homework. Yup, I had completed it all, although I need some help on a few math problems.The dream4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As I walked I looked up at the sky. For some reason the sky seemed really bleak. It was dark, like in horror films. Something didn't feel quite right. As I looked at the clouds, droplets of rain landed on my face.
"Great" I muttered sarcastically. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail so that I could put on my hood. Normally I liked the rain, just not when I was walking to and from school.
Approaching the school, I noticed how empty it looked. Normally there were kids gathered at the front of the school by this time. Maybe they had all gone and found shelter inside their classrooms, but I still felt a little uneasy.
I stopped. For a moment I felt nauseous. I squeezed my eyes shut and fell to my knees. After a few seconds the nausea went away and I was able to stand up again.
My eyes widen
Hail Jashin X3Hail Jashin X36 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hail Jashin, full of glory , the Power is with thee; wicked hope in this ocean of blood, and wicked is the fruit of thy fiendish heart.
Lord Jashin, destroyer of the creation, slay for us sinners, now in this hour of death.
Zelda: LCOTW Chapter4Zelda: LCOTW Chapter45 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The blue light
His little sister stared at the two of them confused, maybe even slightly scared.
Link stood up from the grass:
I..Uhm how to explain that
This came from the second Link, who had stood up and taken a closer look at the confused little girl.
Ma lon?, asked him Link, without understanding what this was supposed to mean.
No her hair is completely different But she is got the same face!
Oh Well, I am Aryll! Hee Hee
Suddenly the smile reappeared on Arylls face. She looked at her brother:
Link, whos that boy? Is it his twelvth birthday? He wears the same clothes as you!
How to explain that to an eight years old?
Look Aryll this guy happens to be someone, whos also called Link!
This was probably the best thing to say rig
Embracing The NightShall we dance tonightEmbracing The Night5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under the starlit sky
Bask in the moonlight
As if our first time
Reminisce in the memories
Held so dearly and true
Wandering helpless around
With not a thing to do
But that's alright for now
We both can settle down
Enjoy the chill filled night
Nobody but you and I
I Wanna Watch You Bleed One late night on the sunset strip, while everyone was walking their own separate ways, there was a young red head prancing his way through 'the jungle' of a sidewalk. Where he was going, no one knew. But with hair teased that high and the look in his eye told you to get out of his way. He looked from the left, and to the right. With his eyebrows narrowed and his mouth tightly closed, W. Axl Rose stopped at his destination.I Wanna Watch You Bleed4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just as he was about to enter, a man with overly done eyeliner and a beer gut stared at the young rock star.
Axl looked right back at him with a piercing stare. "You want somethin'?" he snapped.
"N-no..." The man stammered.
"Well to bad 'cause you're gettin' somethin'." Axl sneered as he walked towards the man. Soon they were hurling fists and biting flesh until the beer-gutted-man pulled out a knife and put it to the singer's valuable throat.
"Not so tough now, are ya?" he panted. Axl did
The FightShe was outside, they’d told him, and so he walked out past the shattered pictures, stepping over the broken glass and wood, through the unhinged door. There was nobody else awake in this area this time of night , or if there was they were keeping to their own business. Todd could make her form out and stood still, watching as she leaned rigidly against the porch rail, hands clenched around it and back facing him. After a moment she hissed something low under her breath and the side of her hand smashed against a post, doing more damage to herself than to the primed wood.The Fight7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Todd fought back a wince. They’d elected him of all people to go out and break the news. Nice. As if he didn’t get the tar beat out of him on a regular basis anyway. He figured he may as well get it over with and edged toward her. He’d shove his hands in his pockets for lack of anything better to do with them, only he was in battle gear. As in, that spandex stuff without pockets. Whic