Charlie: Upwardly Mobile (part 1)Charlie: Upwardly Mobile (part 1)3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Charlie huffed blowing a strand of hair from her face and slouched with an elbow on the counter. The stool pinched her butt randomly where it was cracked when she shifted in a certain as yet undefined way. The kiosk was smelled heavily of pretzels which she initially found pleasant but now haunted her dreams. It was cramped with the appliances to produce and bake them, giving her barely enough room to squeeze around them under ideal conditions.
It was the end of week two of her summer internment at the ‘Pretzelmaniacal’ booth at the local mall. Week one consisted of her brief training and was the longest period of time she had seen her boss. On the second week she was turned loose to run the little food kiosk on her own, only seeing Elise at the end of the afternoon when the owner/manager took over. Charlie at first was pleased at trust she assumed she had been entrusted with but then quickly realized that the booth could be run by a trained monkey. Not even a particu
Writing a Harry Potter FanficTutorial to writing a Harry Potter fanfic.Writing a Harry Potter Fanfic7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
When writing a Harry Potter fanfic, it's best to realize things you'll need first. A pencil, a pen, a notebook or something to write in, an open mind, patience, dedication, and time. Why would you need both a pencil and a pen? One is for writing and one is for correcting.
Before you start to write, you need to make a plan, have materials for research, and knowledge of Harry Potter. Brainstorming is a great way to pan out a plot for your story.
Answer these questions:
You'll need to realize where you want to have your story in the Potterverse. Founders Era, Marauder Era, Pre-Hogwarts, Trio's first year-seventh year, Post-Hogwarts, and more.
You'll need to figure out what kind of story it is, such as comedy, romance, angst, horror, action, adventure, drama, songfic, and more!
Founders, Trio, Marauders, Death Eaters, Neville, OC. (See Vocabulary.)
H/Hr, Dramione, RonHermione, RonLuna, HermioneViktor, Hermion
AliveYou're hanging by a thread,Alive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slipping bit by bit,
This is killing you.
Survive, you say.
Your knot has come undone,
There's nowhere left to run,
There is nothing.
But here you still are.
Is there a chance?
Any hint of light?
No, only dark,
Yet you still fight.
You cannot stop to ask why.
SugarA young girl of the age of fourSugar9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sat silently on the kitchen floor
Eating cookies to her hearts content.
Unaware of any ill intent.
She ate until she could no more,
And quickly moved up off the floor,
She put her vice back in its stash
For her room she quickly dashed.
As she walked through the room,
She heard a voice mutter "doom"
Unsure of it she couldn't see,
What in this world could it be?
But the darkness made her blind,
No trace was there for her to find
So warily she kept on walking,
And silently it continued stalking,
Her heart raced as she peered,
Pace quickened as she steered.
Not stopping for any hesitation,
Kept heading for her destination.
In her room, door slammed shut,
Her imagination cought in a rut,
Of horrors recently conceived,
Monsters so vivid she believed,
Then as the floor boards creeked.
Overcome she quickly peeked.
Nothing seen, nothing moving,
but the danger was ever looming.
But she kept staring,
Struck down by fear,
Horrible images did appea
Pony POV Series: Mind Games! Part 6Pony POV Series: Mind Games! Part 62 years ago in Drama More Like This
My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic
Pony POV Series
Mind Games Part 6
"Don't flap your wings! Don't flap your wings!"
"Scoots! Stop! Wait-!!!! Okay! I gotcha! Scootaloo don't do that again!"
Rainbow Dash slowly lifted the filly back to the cloud they had been on and sat in front of her. She didn't look happy. "Scootaloo I told you, you have to start out low. And by low I mean lower than the top of Ponyville's tallest buildings. What were you thinking? Were you thinking?"
Scootaloo pinned her ears, looking down at her hooves. "I thought if...if I started out high enough, then I'd catch enough air underneath my wings to lift me up."
Rainbow sighed, giving a facehoof. The holes in Scootaloo's facts-of-life inventory were showing. "Scoots, that's not how your wings work. You're not getting lift from the thicker air below you, you're getting suction from the thinner air above you. You have to work with the air. And you have to use your legs if you're goi
The AudienceThis is the first time I’ve seen her like this, and it takes time to believe what I’m seeing. We’ve all seen pictures of Earth from space. We’ve all seen the sci-fi movies. Seeing it for yourself just doesn’t compare. Our planet is beautiful.The Audience1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The space station is at just the right angle to see half the world in day, lit by faraway fire, and half the world in night, lit up by electric stars and comets.
Everyone needs to see this. Everyone needs to understand. The divisions between countries don’t mean anything in reality. This is one planet, and together we must protect it. We all need to . . .
Wait. No. I don’t understand what’s happening. This is not – this can’t be – I can’t be seeing this. What am I seeing? What’s going on?
What . . .
* * *
“ . . . the fuck?” The words come slow as I struggle to process what I see. Somewhere in the rush of thoughts I c
FearFalse afflictionsFear3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
running sharply from your tongue
embracing my aching heart
crushing it to dust
Evidence you created
emerging from your mouth
tears rolling down the valleys of your face
brow furrowed in desperate screaming
Appearing for all the world
as the victim of self satisfaction
your rage making almost truths
from disconnected incidents
Real world affections
rolling out of me and over you
like raindrops in the ocean.
Self-DestructiveI am feeling just a little self-destructive.Self-Destructive9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And I’m confused as to why it is that I live.
I just wish that I could be somewhat constructive
But I still have nothing more that I can give.
I just feel like running, jumping off a tower,
At least then it would be over when I hit
But there is not clean way that I have the power
To end my life and to still get away with it.
I don’t think that if I disappeared tomorrow
Anybody would go out to search for me,
Besides, I’m to busy drowning in my sorrow.
For anyone else to care how I may be.
So if you ever want to know how I am feeling,
Open up my hands and check what you do see,
If the skin is dead and ripped or torn or peeling,
Then you know the wooden man was cruel to me.
Yesterday I made a discovery twisted,
That the razor hurts a lot less then the knife.
As a payment for all the pain I created
I came one step closer to ending my strife
I feel as though I have no one left to talk to,
Because that is what I said that I did n
DiagnosisMelody, or "Mel" for short, was an avid traveler. Name a country or a city and she's been there! Mel is an archaeologist, a damn good one at that. Hut, being a women in a "boy's-club" has its draw backs: No one thinks she can take care of herself, very few men taker seriously and of course, she was hot; by default not smart. Mel had proven them wrong with this preconceived notions many times over, but it never stuck. Mel was leggy, with blonde hair down to her butt, with an ample bosom and piercing green eyes. Some speculate that she was the inspiration for ZZ Top's "Legs", but Mel knew that was bull!Diagnosis3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One night, after returning from an excavation from deep within the amazon, Mel felt very ill. She ran to her bathroom many times that night, each time feeling worse and worse. The next morning, Mel drove herself to the doctors. She wasn't sexually active, or at least hadn't been f
The Troubles of DatingThe Troubles of Dating (and Time-Travel)The Troubles of Dating4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I suppose she was the first girl I fell in love with because of something other than a nice pair of breasts, and therefore, the first girl I fell in love with whom I actually succeeded in asking out on a date. More than anything it was her hair, the way it was neither curly nor straight, but wavy, and in a dark and dreamy shade of red that nearly seemed black. It reached down beyond her shoulders, and I could find myself staring at the back of her head for hours during our classes, mesmerized by it. Breasts weren't half-bad either though.
And she was a nice person. At least, that was the impression I had gotten during our after-movie dinner at Alessandro's. Passionately interested 70s music, loving long walks in the wild, preferred old-school horrors to the film we'd just seen which we both agreed was tragic. All in all, we seemed to go along quite nicely. After finishing our capricosa, I led her to the car thinking this might as well have been
Where to Play?Where to Play?9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The nuclear blast ripped through Wembley Stadium, shattering steel girders like toothpicks and melting human flesh like butter. Ringo's head smashed into the concrete as the scorching air roared over him. It had been a pretty good day until this had happened.
Earlier, the make up artists and costumers had descended on the four of them like a flock of gnats. A touch-up here, a snip there. Mr. Wesely, clothed in a pin-stripe suit, was calmly standing by the door of the dressing room, watching the talent coordinator of PeaceAid 3 hop around like an insane monkey.
"We've only got 10 minutes!" she howled. "Get the hair right. No! Not the bowl cuts. More shaggy. This is in the Pepper era, not the damn Ed Sullivan stuff!" She turned to Mr. Wesley with an icy look of horror on her face. "They do know the program, don't they?"
Mr. Wesley nodded. "Of course. It was downloaded two weeks ago."
The coordinator howled in agony. "No! It's changed since then! It's changed!" she waved her data p
Charlie: RulesCharlie: Rules6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Charlie lay in her bed, her fingers idly tracing patterns on her gravid belly as she watched TV in her bedroom. She felt a twitch and her belly dropped flat like a rapidly deflating balloon. She frowned in slight disappointment and reached over for the stop-watch and digital audio recorder on her nightstand. After turning the TV off, she started the recorder and stopped the watch. "October 22, Friday. Bedroom. Time is 10:37pm. Belly's gone back to normal, start time was 4:03pm for time of..." She pursed her lips in concentration as she mentally calculated, "Six hours, thirty-four minutes." She lay her hand on the bare skin of her stomach, "As normal, no signs that anything ever happened, no stretchmarks, no swelling, nothing."
She rolled on to her side and grabbed a notebook from the nightstand with a series of start and stop times, adding in the latest entry. "Okay, with this one, average time is..." she scribbled some math out on the margin, "Average time is eight hours, fifteen minu
The Zombie Chronicles : 0PrologueThe Zombie Chronicles : 06 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
6th Century, B.C.E.
Mayans predict the end of the world, the date, December, 2012. During which the majority of the human race will perish, but a few will survive. Those who do will come to learn their true sense of spiritual meaning.
George A. Romero begins the Dead Series with the cult classic, Night of the Living Dead.
August 8, 2006.
Dead Rising a zombie survival video game was released for the Xbox 360. It would later be out of production due to similar themes between it and Romeros movies.
April 1, 2008, Georgia.
Wesley Wyndham-Price went before his city counsel, proposing that a zombie outbreak survival plan should be made if and when such an even would occur. The counsel erupted in laughter, and the subject was dropped.
June, 2008, Nevada.
Throughout the month, several mysterious disappearances occurred in cities and towns. Armed law enforcers attempted search and rescue of the criminals responsible but the only evidence found were bones, and
The Zombie Chronicles : 2Chapter 2 : Best Friends (Warning, Strong Language)The Zombie Chronicles : 26 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was midday and the snow was starting to melt as the sun shined from between the clouds. In a steady pattern, two sets of gym shoes could be heard sloshing towards the south. Occasionally the people they belonged to would say something, or pause, releasing a blast of a shotgun. One of them was an average/tall height, with a muscular frame. He was about 19 years old and he hefted a backpack that was packed with ammo, food, and two iPODs that he would switch between to play music. His hair was a spiky blend between brown and blond, and his face had five oclock shadow. He wore a sweater to a university he had been going to but it, like his jeans, was splattered with blood. He held a sledgehammer in his hand that had the word Justice engraved on it.
The tall mans accomplice was short by an inch or two, compared to normal sized people, and was younger by a few months. He was out of shape, but his physical health h
Eternal Love Blooms: Chapter 1Beelzemon had decided to go for a walk around town. He hadnt been walking for long when suddenly a distant sound reached his ears, almost like music. Whats that sound? He looked around.Eternal Love Blooms: Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Beelzemon started to follow it. As he walked, it grew louder. When he reached the Shinshuku High School, the music was ringing in his ears and bouncing around in his brain. As he surveyed the playground, he spotted a girl of about eighteen sitting in one of the swings, playing a flute. Lured by the music, he walked over to her. She had on a pair of blue khakis, a black shirt with a deep sea green water dragon coiled around a heart with a blood-red rose through the middle, a black digital watch, and worn out black tennis shoes. Her dishwater blonde hair was slightly messed up from being blown around by the wind.
The music she was playing was low and sorrowful. It made his spirit sink as he sat down in the swing beside her.
Suddenly the song ended and the girl opened her pal
Zombie Story Chapter 1Chapter 1Zombie Story Chapter 17 years ago in Horror More Like This
Depression sets in right away. It usually is like that with disasters, especially those on such a grand scale as this one. This one, though, isnt like anything anyones ever seen before. No, this one is much larger. This one this is the one that will determine the fate of what this tiny, once blue and peaceful planet will be. Green pastures have long given way to brown decay that envelopes this world. Death looms everywhere. Its not just the things that are dead that are bothersome. Its the ones that are dead, but continue on. Its the ones that are banging profusely against the tatters of the house in which a certain group of people have holed themselves in.
Aryk sat on a wooden crate, listening to the consistent pounding of bodies being slammed against the doors and windows of the heavily fortified house he had been living in for the last couple of weeks now. He had stumbled upon it after narrowly escaping his last place of refuge. There wer
No One KnowsWhen my eyes are closedNo One Knows3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are there to love me
But awake I've found that
I just can not believe
Do you really love me?
I can only hope it
I'm lonely on my own and
I hope that I can cope it
Boys, I really love you
And girls I hate to say
It's hard to fall in love
When no one knows you're gay
ReminiscenceWhen you're six years old, you think childhood goes on forever. There are no days, weeks, or months to keep track of, no weekly paychecks or monthly bills or yearly tax statements to mark the passage of time as in the adult world. Sure, there's the quarterly report card – but that's mostly for the parents anyway. In the young mind, time marches by in a continuing spiral of weekend cartoons, insufferable school days, nightly battles to avoid baths and bedtimes. The only indicators of elapsing years are the school clothes that you outgrow the month they're purchased and the switching of teachers as you ascend up the grade ladder. Otherwise, you don't label the years by number. You only know a great stretch of blankness to be filled with activity and memories.Reminiscence8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Time is not the only thing elastic about childhood. Adults believe – to their disadvantage – that the mind matures as you get older, that reality is a concrete matter and that once you learn that, you're ready for the "real" world.
Pretty Little HorsesPretty Little Horses3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Dreams. Dean Winchester wished with everything inside of him that they weren't real. He wished he didn't have to wake up to Sam having a nightmare and see the torture on his face.
Pain reliever did little to ease his little brother's pain from the piercing migraine that never completely went away. It lingered, lying dormant until he dozed off only to come back stronger, causing a shuttering sickness to swell in his stomach. His bones were sticking out where they shouldn't be, he couldn't keep anything down. The exhausted grey bags under his eyes were only getting darker. His clothes, as big as they were, were starting to hang loose on his figure.
It was like a demon was in his dreams; chasing him while he was awake then trying to kill him when he slept. Dean could feel the distance between them slowly growing further and darker each passing second. He stopped offering his help when Sam started refusing; rejecting every advance Dean made to try to comfort him.
Kindness's Reward Chapter 2Chapter 2Kindness's Reward Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Trixie awoke slowly, feeling an odd peace about her that she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Her entire body tingled pleasantly, her muscles were entirely relaxed, and she found a smile on her face. She stretched a little and opened her eyes.
Almost immediately her mood fouled. There was less light than last time, but she could still make out the same yellow ceiling as before. She quickly remembered where she was and why. That pegasus, she had... tricked Trixie. Tricked her into accepting food and aid, Trixie realized. She wasn't sure what exactly the pegasus had done wrong. But the indignity of it infuriated her.
Trixie looked herself over and gasped slightly. Her body was more bandages than not, her legs entirely covered and several pads held to her sides with medical tape. She realized her muscles were relaxed thank to several damp clothes placed around her shoulders and hips. She shook them off and immediately regretted it, yelping as her bandages rubbed and made her aw
The words of the dead and dyingThe words of the dead and dying are prophetic, carrying weight far beyond the promises or threats of the living. For a living girl, to say that she would wait forever for her lover to return was a simple thing. A mere promise, even if she meant it with all her heart. The priest sighed, then, as he entered the house of the dying girl. Some fever had struck her, along with a pain in her stomach that would not fade—it could be no babe, unless she had been as blessed as the Virgin Mary, and she had carried this pain for nearly a year now—and now she was ready to leave this world behind.The words of the dead and dying11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had been tending to her for most of the previous year, but he had been a frequent visitor for some time before. Her dearest love had left her behind for a war in France across the sea almost ten years before, and though he had written her letters, the girl could not read. The priest could, though in this case he wished he could not. But it was his God
Zombie Survival GuideZombie Survival GuideZombie Survival Guide8 years ago in Horror More Like This
Daniel H@#&- Demented One
A common staple in many B-movies, Zombies are often depicted as taking over the world. Having watched many of those movies I have decided to compile my own Zombie Survival Guide after reading the one at Kuro5hin.org. This guide will be posted in many places I know of so that if anyone comments I will be able to make a better one later. To date I have not read Max Brook's Zombie Survival Guide, though I intend to. As for the debate I've seen on the Fast Zombies vs. Slow Zombies, this guide is written with Slow Zombies in mind, for if they are really dead bodies they would have series body control issues, and under the assumption that the outbreak is a large one that would last several years at least.
Preparation: (what you did for Y2K)
If you are already preparing for a Zombie invasion, lets face it; you don't need this guide, and are probably a little crazy, like me. Preparing for a Zombie i
Suicidal LoveThere's a hole in my head.Suicidal Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I carve your name on a lead bullet
And hold it up to my temple,
To see how big the hole will be.
This must be obsession.
This wound is your absence;
This ache, the gap where you should be.
Our memories, our us.
And I don't know why I bother caring,
When every time your eyes slide away from me now,
Is a splinter of ice to my heart.
When my heart is torn out every morning.
And all I can think is fantasy conversation with you,
And all I can see is your face next to mine,
And all I can hear is you not speaking to me.