Drawings on the Wall “She still seems to be retreating.”Drawings on the Wall9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“Do the doctors know what it means?”
“Creatures, and monster, it’s all nonsensical.”
“How long was she there for?”
The girl sat on her cot in silence.
Nearly every inch of her cell wall was covered in dark markings. Some overlapped each other. Beasts with horns, and jagged teeth marched across the white backdrop. Words speckled the drawings in terrifying ways;
“Father,” “Forgiveness,” “Sanctuary,” and “Eyes.”
Nothing about the drawings themselves seemed right. Hatched from a mad mind, the monsters towered over small figures. Some, rabbits, others, what
Prisoner-Paper Plane R.L POVRin POVPrisoner-Paper Plane R.L POV4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today I met a boy my age at the place my father works.
Today I met a girl my age when I was wandering around the courtyard.
He looks like me.
She looks like me.
He was interesting to talk to.I received a paper plane,with words.A letter from him.
She was interesting to talk to.I gave her a paper plane,with words.A letter to her.
I'm coming back tomorrow.I hope he's there.
I'm coming back tomorrow.I hope she's there.
I have so many letters from him.I'm so glad I met him.He helps me forget about my illness...
I have so many letters from her.I'm so glad I met her.She helps me forget about my troubles...
I love him.
I love her.
Why does Father have to tear up the letters?
*picks up a piece he forgot to throw away*
Why does General have to tear up the letters?
*picks up a piece he forgot to throw away*
Why can't I see him anymore?I don't care!I'm still going to see him one
EverScript. Chapter 1.Dai's room was messy as always, and the floor reverberated in time with the bass of the music he was playing. Rikki had to shout in his ear a few times to get his attention and she grinned when he hurriedly turned down the volume.EverScript. Chapter 1.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Who was that?" She asked, enchanted by the music that was now coming at a reasonable volume from his speakers.
His green eyes showed his shock. "They're the newest hot band."
Rikki pursed her lips and shrugged. "Don't know them."
Dai groaned and sat heavily on his bed. "EverScript? Have you even heard of them?"
Rikki shook her head innocently, an abashed smile on her face. "Sorry. Finals were hell and I'm still trying to figure out if I wanna go to university."
"Rikki, they came out a year ago. And the deadlines for applications passed a few months ago." Dai sighed in exasperation.
"Really?" Rikki cried out, and she slapped her forehead. "Stupid me. I knew I should have looked at that before!"
Dai raised an eyebrow. "And why didn't you?"
Rikki blushed scarle
I Wanna Die TonightShe said, \"I wanna die tonight. This night is perfect for it. The stars cry for me already. They don\'t know that I\'m still here. So there is no point in staying. The sky is screaming for it. I wanna die tonight. The time is right for it.\"I Wanna Die Tonight12 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He said, \"You don\'t wanna die tonight. Look out at the moon. She shines a different light. She knows your true power. She shines for you still. You live for it. You don\'t wanna die tonight. The night is when you truly live.\"
She said, \"I am death tonight. The night is when the pain comes out. The night is when it\'s dark. I come alive, but realize who I really am. I am that darkness out there. Not the moon, or the stars. I am the deep, dark black. I am death tonight. This is how it must be.\"
He said, \"Take me with you. The world is begging for it. Take me away into that deep dark nothing. Where it doesn\'t hurt or burn or sting. Take my tortured soul into the night and fly away in the sky. Take me with you. Take me out of this life.\"
Pmd Japanese-English操作中心 , view cnt bonePmd Japanese-English2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
上半身, upper body
上半身２, upper body2
上半身３, upper body3
前髪３, front hair3
前髪２, front hair2
前髪１, front hair1
後髪, back hair
下半身, lower body
Gourmet Novel RecipeRecipe for Writing a NovelGourmet Novel Recipe2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Serves: 1. If you’re J K Rowling, billions.
- 1 Tin standard cat food
- 1 Laptop/Computer
- 250g cat biscuits
- 5 Pens, various colours.
- 1 stuffed cat toy with bell
- 1 pouch slightly fussier cat food
- 1 sachet gourmet cat food
- 1 bottle of wine, red or white
- 1 Wine glass (Large)
- 1 300g Tin of tuna
Cooking time: 2-5 years
(Preparation time approximately 10-60 minutes depending on condition of desk and computer speed)
1. Clear space on desk. If you do not have respective space for junk, throw on floor. Place paper and pens in clear space.
2. Turn on computer and allow 10 minutes for slow loading time. Add 2-3 sighs as windows update informs to restart computer. Restart computer and allow a further 10 minutes.
3. Once computer is ready, open up new document.
1. Begin with your plot. Open internet to several pages, use pens and paper to mix r
Ivy and Wine: Headrush part 3Ivy and Wine: Headrush part 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Aster fought hard against the urge to spit out the wine this time. She cringed and clamped her mouth shut, but was surprised to find that it danced on her tongue with lightly spiced notes, and went down easily. She would have laughed at herself and relaxed, had she not felt something wet probing about in her hair.
She opened her eyes to find Dionysus pointing behind her and snickering through his other hand. The maenad turned sharply around to find Fat Pegasus staring at her, looking very confused. A hand to her hair let her know that that sticky feeling was exactly what she feared. The horse's tongue still licking at the air was also a good indication.
Aster pushed Fat Pegasus away, disgusted. She turned back to the god and frowned, showing him her saliva covered hand. "How long was that going on?"
Dionysus was giggling like a little girl, still pointing at the confused creature behind her. "Just a moment or two. Really! I promise! I was going to stop him, but it was just too funny."
Ambition SpellMaterials:Ambition Spell9 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Three candles (one purple, one orange, one green)
One green stone (such as aventurine or jade)
One incense stick (for sacred space, coin, and stone)
One coin (denomination or country doesn't matter) With a pentacle drawn one it.
Create your sacred space by lighting the incense and walk in a circle around the area you will be casting the spell. Circle around the area three times. Set the incense down next to the you as you would be in the middle of the sacred space circle. Next, hold the stone over the incense and concentrate on it being purified. Do the same with the coin. Place the candles in a triangle with the purple pointed toward you, the green up at the left, and the orange at the right. In the middle of all three place the coin, pentacle up, with the stone on top of that.
Begin the Spell:
Light the green candle and say:
Love Reaps part 7Love Reaps part 74 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I laid there all night. Eyes open watching her breath and turn in the night. I wouldn't call her a peaceful sleeper. Well at least she doesn't snore. Though another positive to staying up to monitor her sleeping, is she isn't glaring nor is she talking. No offence to her, but I don't always enjoy peoples company. Unfortunately I actually need her. I exhaled loudly.
I lifted myself gradually off the awkward position that I lied in for six hours. I really hope it was worth it. My back also seemed to be in the shape of a V. I limped over to a clear space and cracked my spine back into place. What's that smell?! I raised up my arms, and blubbered. It's me!
With that I sprinted to the bathroom, ripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower. After scrubbing off my horrid smell, I grabbed a towel wrapping it around me and walked over to the basin. Looking into the mirror I gasped. I had an enormous smudge of mud on my face.
"Scarlet " I muttered, wiping the embarrassing slu
Mr. Abbine SpeaksMr. Abbine Speaks3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Mr. Abbine, I'm going to show you a few pictures. I want you to identify the people for me.
"I'll do what I can."
Can you tell me who this is?
"That's my good for nothing neighbor. He sits around his deck and smokes all day. Then he goes inside and probably gets high from pot or something stupid like that. I'll bet that guy is living off Welfare, the scumbag. Don't even get me started on the whore he keeps around-"
Mr. Abbine, please try to keep your answers focused on the subject. Can you identify this woman for me?
"That's my mother. She calls me three times a day to complain about how something 'isn't as great as it used to be.' I once told her she sounded old, and she started crying. Then she started calling me more often. Even though I've moved out twenty years ago, that woman continues to be a drain on my life."
Very good. This younger gentleman, tell me about him.
"That's Gary. He's a needy pain-in-the-ass. I swear, he follows me around work all day. Every day, with this guy. I
The ''Dream within a Dream'' dreamThe "Dream within a dream" dream. (In the order experienced)The ''Dream within a Dream'' dream2 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
+ Dream 2
My dream started out in this car...it felt like spring or summer and we were blockaded in the middle of this city street. I was with one heavy-set blonde girl at the drivers seat with TONS of cans of yellow monster around her area and one dark brown haired skinnier girl with a curly ponytail, both seeming to be in their 30s. They were washing their windows and an angry mob was around them. I got a very bad vibe about the ladies and suddenly the blonde lady said, "Let's wash it with pig's blood next." Sure enough, their windshield was covered in thick red chunks, and the crowd outside of us yelled and booed. Shortly after, "We did pigs blood. Now some cow's blood." and sure enough, there comes the red wiping fluid. I was calm, but on the inside I needed to escape. These ladies were fucking nuts. Eventually they began to drive through the crowd and had accepted me as one of them for some reason, so I conned them into
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 4My Heavily Caffeinated Heart 44 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My Heavily Caffeinated Heart
Macchiato Part 2
The coloured lights pulsed and reflected off every surface, every cocktail and every bottle showcased in the shelving behind the bar. The sweaty throng of dancers flocked together, twisting their bodies to the rhythmic shapes of the music in the humid air. They worshipped the DJ, elevated on his podium. They were his disciples and we would join in their cause.
"What do you reckon?" I raised my voice to ask Chris.
"Seems alright but I want a drink." He responded and turned to the bar
"Nah, no, no, get out there and scout the war zone. I'll get the drinks."
Chris raised his blonde eyebrows once, glanced towards the bar longingly and then finally spun on his heels and trudged towards the dance floor. I swaggered up to the bench, looking around at the other people eagerly awaiting service. I ordered two beers for Chris and myself. Turning abruptly, I accidentally knocked the arm of a dark haired guy who was carrying three drinks, causin
Movie TheaterMovie Theater7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Jacoby watched as his girlfriend applied the onyx eyeliner. He had to admit, the makeup accentuated her blue eyes wonderfully... but he knew she didnt need it.
You know, he began, you dont need all that.
She smiled. Thats sweet, but
Jacoby interrupted, No... I mean it.
The girl finished putting her face on, stood, and smiled at her boyfriend again; it was an expression of obvious adoration. Well be late for the movie if we dont leave.
Helena, Jacoby smirked, You and I both know were not gonna be watchin the movie.
Helena rolled her eyes and grabbed Jacoby by the front of the shirt, Cmon, Loverboy. Movie time.
Maria"Regina Maria", singurul transatlantic sub pavilion românesc, era programat pentru scufundare pe 29 mai 2005. Îl construiseră prin '37, înainte ca oala politică mondială să dea în clocot, cu bani francezi şi ingineri nemţi, şi îl plimbaseră peste ocean de vreo două sau trei ori cu totul, rebotezat "Stalin" şi arborând triumfător tricolorul cu lan de grâu şi sonde în centru. După '89, noul proprietar, un mahăr local, a anunţat că-l face hotel, dup-aia că-l face restaurant, dup-aia că intră în faliment şi nu-l mai face nimic. Vasul a ajuns din nou al statului în procedura de lichidare, iar statul l-a ciocănit pe toate părţile, s-a prins că-i mort de ruginit şi a decis să-l scufunde.Maria6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ideea cu fata de pe punte a apărut prin vreun birou al Autorităţii pentru Transport Naval, cu câteva zile
Love Reaps part 18Love Reaps part 184 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She's turning me into a pushover. I mean, I've never been a pushover!
She wants food.
I get it for her.
She wants a better room.
I argue with the manger to get it for her.
She feels sorry for Elapse.
I carry him up a flight of stairs so he can lie in MY bed.
This is ludicrous, why does this insignificant girl have so much power over my will. Every time I try to glare into her dark eyes, wanting with more than anything to say a 'Fuck NO', it comes out as a hesitant yes. God please help my tainted and tortured spirit to get resistance to her deep soul shaking eyes.
I glued my eyes on his gold locks; it was beginning to sting my eyes. A natural urge to destroy stuff that irritates my sight kicked in. I'm sure he won't mind a new hairstyle, close shave till no blond can be seen. I grinned, Scarlet giving worried side glances from the other end of the room.
His nose twitched, it resembled that witch show oh what was it called?
Elapse groaned; I obvious did some pretty impressive damage
UntitledIt’s an almost-heartbroken type of confusion that sweeps over your body and forces itself into every crevasse touching oxygen, replacing it with a feeling of conscious pain that threatens to tear through every inch of your being and rip you apart piece by piece until you are consumed with suffocation. It’s that feeling that sends shearing pain through and through with the simple sound of a phone clicking off.Untitled9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I would give anything to make you realize that these breakup lines really might come from something true. “It’s not you, it’s me.” Don’t you see, darling? It’s not you. You are perfection personified. You make me feel like I am exactly who I am supposed to be and when I am with you, I am loved and there is no doubt in my mind what love is. But without you, parasitic dependence pierces my lungs, leaving me breathless, thoughtless, and feeling incapable of being without your arms there to support me when I fall, too weak to be o
A Rose by Any Other NameA Rose by Any Other Name6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.
Shame comes in waves. Its not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeons hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. Its just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, gloved hands and dissociative expressions. The never-ending hostile questions and the silent blame and accusations lying unspoken on dry lips.
You did this. Youre not sick. Youre just a twisted, manipulative lunatic.
Under medication and the slow Novocain drip of sedation, I wish for another disease. I want a tumor in my head something t
RealWhen they met it was on accident.Real4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her heel caught in a crack on the old sidewalk that was full of them, and her books fell out of her hands and hit the ground almost rhythmically. He thinks that it's the perfect way to meet someone, cliche and nothing embarrassing.
She's had enough cliches to last her a lifetime, and she thinks little of it.
She thinks little of him, to be honest. He is kind and a gentleman, and, at their first meeting, utterly boring. However, boring has a new appeal for her, which is why they meet a second time.
She doesn't realize how much time she spends with him until she calls him one night to talk about nothing at all, simply for the purpose of hearing his voice. The realization scares her more than she wants to admit, and when he picks up after the first ring she tells him that she called the wrong number, apologizes, and hangs up.
Later, she recognizes the fact that he probably knew it was her calling, and finds herself unexpecte
The dying of the fairies.We have been dying for some time. Some say it is the children, that they do not believe. They say they have forgotten childhood, that they have forgotten how to play in the streets with scrapes on their knees, like we did and do, still. Others blame the clouds of poison that roll across the earth, carried by dark winds across the country. Some blame the metal of the modern world, the iron that is everywhere you turn these days. There is even iron in the air, and we breathe death with each lungful of it. The flying ones among us say the skies are turning gray. They say they can see flames and blue sparks everywhere they go.The dying of the fairies.8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The truth is, we do not know why the gates are closing.
The birds speak numbers these days, and chitter air-wave nonsense. Their necks twitch violently from the strain of too much civilization. The squirrels are starved and dress in rags, and the foxes no longer trust us. They once had such beautiful red coats, and now they look like children wearing their parent's c
never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up.7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Hes made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. Its the wind, its the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight into his eyes until they changed colour and he bared his teeth.
He sometimes visits my dreams. The grass turns sickly where he trudges and the woodland creatures whimper and scramble in his wake. WHERES MY HUG? He holds his warm monster limbs out, palms snatching me from my happy-ever-after and grins gap-toothily. I manage a chuckle as I buckle in his embrace.
He used to keep me
Real vampiresOkay well, everyone has their opinions on what a 'real' vampire is from what they read from books, or see on TV shows/ Movies.Real vampires4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We'll I'm going to tell you what they really are.
First off: VAMPIRES ARE REAL. I'm so sick of people saying they aren't. Though they are different then what you read in books, or see in movies or on TV
I. Sunlight -
A. DON'T SPARKLE! I don't care what you read in twilight, or saw in the movies. Unless you put sparkly make-up on your entire body.(Or do what I did to my house mate Alezander, and air brush your entire body with glitter xD)
B. They don't burn in sunlight. If you put a freakin' dead body in the sunlight, it's not gonna burst into flames. I never understood that logic.
C. They ARE affected by sunlight -- often getting a migraine or feeling uncomfortable.
II. Holy items -
A. Holy water<
Off NightMat ought to have been an actor. He had a smile that seemed sincere no matter how full of rage he was. Behind a cash register, that came in very handy!Off Night2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Paul was a good guy, too. As much as Mat wanted to blame him, he lacked legitimate basis. Chris couldn't come into work last minute, and Paul couldn't find anyone else to take the shift. Against his better judgment, Mat agreed and hated himself for it.
Only six hours, Mat reminded himself: shorter than any school day. Before he knew it, he could go home and—oh, yeah, he hadn't gone inside yet.
Forgetting his signature smile, Mat entered the café and stomped past the counter for an apron.
"Toodle-oo," chirped the new girl, already halfway to the door.
Mat put on Led Zeppelin and tried not to feel sorry for himself. It wasn't that big a deal. It was just one night. He didn't have a hot date or a ticket to some expensive event. Besides, there were… eight people in line he hadn't noticed until right now. Awkward.