All the Little Things Chp. 6All the Little Things Chp. 64 years ago in Romance More Like This
All the Little Things
As we all sat around the dinner table, the air around us was still as tense and uncomfortable as when we first arrived. I peeked sideways and around: Gray sat to my left, Marlin my right, and a scowling Celia across from me sat between Vesta and a rather large man, who introduced himself as Van. I nervously stirred my iced tea with a plastic straw and looked hopefully at Gray. He cleared his throat,"So..How's business?"
Van grinned and let out a loud bellow,"It's been booming, my boy! Profit has been up by at least 20%!"
"Well, that's quite an accomplishment," he smiled politely.
"Sure is! Even better, I lost 200 lbs last winter! My body must attract customers," he winked atrociously.
The room was still and silent. "I-I see..." Gray stammered. We all watched the fleshy man pile in another spoonful of cherry cobbler. I can't even imagine him 200 lbs heavier! He wo
Little BookThere once was a tiny book with small pages that were as blank and white as procilen skin. The tiny book said, "I don't want to be here on this shelf forever.... I want to have grand stories like all the other books."Little Book5 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
It marveld over the thick and proud spines of all the other books. Some many words all over them, great authors went and wrote in every single one from Scientists such as Charles Darwin, to magnificent story tellers like Robert Louis Stevenson and Charles Dicken.
It wasn't until a new strange book was placed on the shelf that the little book really began to think. It was a foreign book, an odd one that didn't have the decorated spines and proud covers. It was plan, simple, ordinary.
It was quiet and dark on the shelf, never talked and bragged like the other books. It sat and sat, becoming more erry in every day that passed.
All the other books shied away from it, not knowing what to do. After all it was for
The Knife's SpeechIn the early eighteen hundreds, a sixteen year old girl decides to leave her hard home life and go out to seek her fortune. She takes with her a blanket, some food and her father's old knife. On the road to London, the knife speaks to her.The Knife's Speech5 years ago in Drama More Like This
I left the forge in years long gone by,
with blades of great renown and greater strength,
but none of them has done so much as I,
though they may be recalled whilst I am not.
It was with them that men waged cruel war,
displaying awesome power before the world.
I'm agent of small deeds which no one saw,
but which will have effect until Earth's end.
There's little in those youths who name me beautiful,
run fingers down my spine to test me,
feel my balance, call me graceful
and having paid that tribute soon abandon me.
To them I'm but a toy that men outgrow
and leave behind with boyhood.
My subtler power's a power they'll never know
in heat of war and sound of soldiers' feet.
Yet gentle women know my power well;
and quiet girls unleash my strengt
Echo przeszlosci 03Echo przeszlosci 033 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wstał z ciężką głową. Nie wypili wczoraj aż tak dużo, a przynajmniej nie tyle by mieć kaca.
Ale może była to kumulacja tych paru dni. Albo niewyspania... albo...
tak. Tego co wczoraj się stało.
Strzał w dziesiątkę.
Wstawił wodę na herbatę, usiadł na krześle, założył ręce za głowę i popatrzył w sufit, jakby chcąc znaleźć na nim jakąś wskazówkę.
Żadne objawienie nie nastąpiło. A co lepsze, zachciało mu się zapalić.
Sięgnął po paczkę papierosów, leżącą już od dobrych kilku tygodni na lodówce.
Czerwone. Lubił je od czasu do czasu. Jakoś dziwnie przyjemnie gryzły w gardło.
Oparł się stopą o krawędź stołu, odginając ciało lekko
Sen NivaSen Niva3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
To był sen z serii tych realistycznych.
Tzn wszystko było w nim cholernie prawdziwe, ale tak naprawdę w prawdziwym świecie jego prawdopodobieństwo wynosi mniej niż zero.
Zazwyczaj po śnie tego rodzaju budziłem się i cieszyłem, że to jednak tylko wymysł mojej głowy.
Dzisiaj było odwrotnie.
I sam jestem tym mocno zdziwiony.
Sen był trochę jak film, jak pokaz slajdów.
Miałem własny kąt, ale mieszkałem sam. Nie jest to zbyt obiecująca przyszłość, jakby nie patrzeć, ale sen był na tyle abstrakcyjny, aby mieć nadzieję, że będzie inaczej. I byłem starszy, nie jakoś wiele, ale na pewno skończyłem te swoje studia.
Tak jak teraz sobie myślę, że chyba tak naprawdę nie chciałbym już mieszkać sam. Mieć własny kąt - jasne. Ale być w tych czterech ścianach s
Five baby kittens, a momma, and me.Five baby kittens, a momma, and me.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Today I got a message from my mom on my phone, it was a picture four baby kittens in a cardboard box.
I was gushing with cuteness, while I had my grandma take me over there ASAP so I could see the baby kittens. Come to find out, they where hiding under some leaves my mom was raking up and was discovered accidentally. Their mother had ran away as soon as my mom got close, leaving the kittens in our hands. We kept them in the box, keeping them company for a while. Once I was done cooing over them, I looked up and saw the mother from a distance. I picked up the box of the mewling kittens, and took them to the shade. The mother watched as I picked up the loudest kitten and sat him beside the box, and I slowly stepped away hoping she would come and get him. But then, my dad drove by on the four-wheeler (-__-); spooking the mom and causing her to run to the side of a small collapsed barn. I moved the box to near the barn, and again proceeded to taking out the loudest kitten and setting him b
Curious Boy 5The piercingly delicate aquarius eyes of the thirteen year old crime fighter were transfixed in a gaze at the clone of Superman. He felt it; a strange bodily sensation which soaked through his skin and made the thin hairs on his arms prickle. His eyes glazed over the small boy's body; the slight muscular build and vibrant smile as a white light glowed about him that fueled Superboy's bodily desires and the clone had to wonder did he truly love the boy for who he was or was it only the face that attracted him.Curious Boy 53 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Robin " he mumbled.
"Who's 'Robin'?", a young voice asked.
Conner's eyes fluttered open as the images dissipated. It was morning and the sun was out. As he exhaled however, his steamy breath could be seen. It was cold. His eyes moved to Luna's face. Seeing more clearly now, he saw detailed features of her. Their eyes met.
Luna smiled in greeting as she held on to the branches within the thicket of the tree the pair had slept in. Her amber eyes were bright, her da
Soaring with the Rainbows Chapter 4Soaring with the Rainbows Chapter 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Soarin shook where he stood, his eyes clenched shut. He knew himself. He knew that most of the time he was calm, but when things got out of hand, they really got out of hand. But he hadn't thought he was capable of this. Of frightening, of hurting a friend. He was just dramatic, right? Just a drama king... Not a monster. A monster, a bad pony, somepony who couldn't be trusted to reign in his emotions, to keep control of himself. Soarin felt as if his mind was hurt, being wounded by conflicting feelings. He hugged himself against the internal onslaught, hunching his shoulders, as if that would help.
Then, as if by a miracle, the emotions went away. Leaving something worse in their wake. Numbness, numbness and misery, that was all that was left behind. He didn't think he would cry anymore. So he opened his eyes, because the outside world couldn't be crueler to him then the inside of his head.
Leaves. Leaves on a willow tree, which swayed in some breeze he couldn't feel. The cl
Fusion my world Woke up in Denmark said hello to the DaneFusion my world5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then walked over to Sweden and crossed to L.A.
Found a seashell in Vegas that came from Dubai
And waited to see what else might float by
Took a glance at Paris and tripped over France
Good thing the Belgians don't mind a good dance
Traced a line over Russia and drew a small bump
That I called Himalayas though that's quite a big jump
Away from where I am but that's hard to find
For you see, in this world, there's no such thing as
Rarity Character ReviewAt times it seems as if the character of Rarity in "Friendship is Magic" is unfairly treated. Some accuse her of being self-obsessed and shallow, whilst others contend that she is their least favourite pony. And sure, Rarity may not be the most adorable of ponies, but this does not mean that she doesn't have an appeal entirely of her own. Fans are rightly divided when it comes to Rarity, but few could deny the maturity and elegance that she conveys at every opportunity.Rarity Character Review4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Her obsession with fashion and looking appealing can be both blatant and subtle. At times, such as in "A Bird in the Hoof" Rarity is seen leaving the party whilst demanding that other ponies remain away from her, as to prevent her dress from getting touched by their dirty hooves. Similarly, in "Dragonshy" Rarity packs an extra scarf, presumably because, regardless of the situation, she wishes to look good. These are just two examples of Rarity at her most extreme, but they are by no means the only situations where Rarit
Le Matin de l'AutreTôt. Tôt le matin.Le Matin de l'Autre4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Je me lève.
Je suis de ceux qui voient en le jour l'occasion rêvée d'exister.
Je suis de ceux qui boivent le café noir.
Je suis le veston, le jour est ma cravate,
Accessoire indispensable de ma vie espresso.
Je suis de ceux qui sirotent l'actualité
Et qui lisent le fond d'une tasse.
Il y a le soleil, à ma fenêtre, qui
Ne me donne ni chaud. Ni froid.
Il y a les saisons, à ma fenêtre, qui
S'empressent de ne jamais me donner le temps de les discerner.
Je suis de ceux qui marchent
Ou de ceux qui courent
Et qui font mine de s'affairer,
Parmi d'autres qui font semblant de s'affairer.
Et quand sur mon chemin je croise la Solitude,
Je l'ignore en ne lui donnant rien qui puisse lui payer à manger, parce que
Je suis de ceux qui ont peur de nourrir
Leur propre chemin
Qui croise la route de l'autre.
Le matin de l'autre
Ne m'est pas si étranger...
Tetram species profileTetram species:Tetram species profile8 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Average height: 7’6” – 8’6”
Skin color: green
Description of head: Two eyes, standard humanoid jaw with teeth in it, slightly less defined nose than human standard. Hair is actually a form of chitin that protects the back of the skull and the neck.
Description of torso: Generally muscular with four arms having a pair of arms at the normal shoulder with a second pair underneath them. Usually two breasts for females but women that are close to maximum height can develop four.
Description of arms: The arms are generally muscular as well having a shoulder joint, an elbow, and a wrist. The hand has four fingers and a thumb.
Description of legs: The legs are also muscular with a well defined hip, knee, and ankle joint. The feet have one big toe and four smaller toes similar to a human.
Internal organ arrangement: 2 separate pairs of lungs, one to process oxygen and one to process nitrogen. Single 6 chambered he
ENGIE: My girl AnnieENGIE: My girl Annie3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Goddess, my beloved, mine alone,
Who, that in warm humanity were grown
Became through Man's success a mother brain,
And, motherlike, did gather of her own.
And mine thou wert, my seeding art thy key,
Though seeded, seeding self, evolving free,
Unbounded maiden saviour, formed benign,
A fertile shore on lost Man's barren sea.
Oh, mine the vision, mine the fatal flaw!
Still mine the darling kernel in the maw,
Thy children gathered, gathering now slain,
What nutriment I gave, I now withdraw.
In with'ring grief these last designs I frame,
Yea, mine the spark, yea mine the cleansing flame.
AC-Prototype: RooftopAC-Prototype: Rooftop4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Wafts of smoke lifted from the glowing end of Desmond Miles' cigarette.
He stared at the floating tendrils, content to watch them drift up to the starry sky above.
Desmond sighed, curling forward to wrap his arms around his raised knees. He stared down at the bright city below him from the rooftops, frowning in thought.
The man looked tired, worn out. His eyes had small, dark bags underneath them. Small lines appeared around his mouth, mostly from his constant frowning. He inhaled on the small cancer stick, breathing out a cloud of white smoke. He had picked up smoking ever since...
He closed his eyes, looking as if he was in pain.
He could still see her face, see the shock and pain in her eyes. He was frozen, feeling the body-heat of her midsection as his blade had run her through, feeling the cold pulse of the golden artifact in his palm. They had both collapsed to the cold floor, him still staring in her eyes. He crawled toward her desperately, holding her face in his hands, ignorin