golden little girlonce upon a time, there was a little girl with golden hair tied up in ribbons in a little white dress. She always clutched her pink blanket and would love to just sit still like a doll. She was the type to always hold mommy's hand when crossing the street and believed in fairy tales for quite some time. Her nose was always in a book and her head up in the clouds.golden little girl3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
That same little girl is all grown up now. Her hair isn't so long and shining anymore, but that's how she likes it. The white dress has been replaced by a black coat. Go ahead and guess why. That pink blanket makes her dog happy now. Even when she's sitting still, her mind is going a mile a minute. She still loves to hold mommy's hand, especially when she doesn't have anyone else. She can be a little reckless crossing the street, but that's because she's busy blocking out the world with her own. She's found it in music and her own private place in her head. She still sticks her nose in a book when she finds something she feels
here's tohere's to the young lovershere's to3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who try to prove to those who say
that you won't last past a couple months
that you can combat cruel words
and show you meant it when you said
'i love you' to that special someone
here's to the parents
who love and support their children
no matter who they love
or what they believe
always ready to do what they can
for those who matter most to them
Pokemon: Black Diamond Part 1It all began on the lane near 84th Street, and it began a fine day, the temperature reaching a calm seventy-seven, my favorite type of weather I found myself standing in front of a GameStop, pondering why it was so dark on the inside, while being so light outside. The building was made of concrete, was a rather sickly brown, and was covered with bug-infested vines. It somewhat sickened me, but I thought to myself, this is the only one near my home, and when I entered, I would be greeted with thousands of wonderful games surrounding me, be greeted by two or more friendly clerks, and hear the ebony framed flat screen television hosting G4 events. So, I clutched the thirty dollars that I somehow found in my yard, and entered the shop.Pokemon: Black Diamond Part 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But, as soon as I opened the door, I stopped in my tracks as the daylight annihilated the darkness of the interior. It was pure horror. All of the shelves were empty, and coated with rotting reddish-brown rust and gargantuan spider webs, housing viciou
Second ChancesIf you're reading this, you're no doubt fascinated by the numberless possibilities presented by the pokemon games. So many generations, so many pokemon, so many glitches to exploit, challenges to enter... There's so much to the games, one would say it's impossible to finish them. You could fight the Elite Four until your pokemon are level 100, you can earn perfect scores in all the contests, you can breed and EV train for the competitive metagame... Yes, there's so much to do isn't there?Second Chances4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But suppose you've finished. You've achieved all there is to achieve. Your team is at level 100, and so powerful you can defeat the Elite Four by closing your eyes and pressing random buttons. Your boxes are full, your pokemon beribboned, you've hunted Red, Steven, Cynthia, or what have you, and defeated them too. You are, for all intents and purposes, a pokemon master. Unbeatable. No one dares challenge you. Alone in your game.
So perhaps you get bored. You set it down and pick up a new one, play thr
LUNA's ControlLUNA's Control4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
WhY dO YoU CoNtRoL mE?
"Finally my Eevee is evolving!!!" I glued my eyes to my screen as I watched my level 52 Eevee,Luna transform into Umbreon. " Its been along time of training and fin-" "Shut up!". That was how my mom responded to my excitement but I disregarded her. The animation stopped and I prepared to boot him up with new moves. As I pressed the items menu in my White version a text box appeared and said " Is this why you got me?". I froze to register what i just read before clicking A. The text continued:
"Am I just a tool?"
"Do I just work for you?"
"I should be me"
I couldn't understand why this was happening. The last bit of text startled me as it was written in large red text. I tried to stop the text from flowing by mashing A but my attempts failed one after other. The text continued:
Luna sounded desperate and a chill of fear ran down my spine. But its just a game right? Nothing
people i could bei named you mila. i wish i hadn't,people i could be4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they always say you get attached
to it when you give it a name.
once you became mila,
you became mine.
we've stuck together through
thick and thin, but you were always
the first to cut me down and
cut me up if it were anything but thin.
'lose thirty more pounds,' you say.
and i tell you i only want another fifteen.
'you're fat and unhappy right now,
you don't know what you want, now do you.'
and of course you were right.
'stop being overweight,' you say.
and i tell you i'm technically underweight.
'have you seen the amount of fat on
that lump of lard you call a body,' you say.
and of course you were right.
i don't know who i'm
apologising to anymore
i don't know if i'm
sorry for what i've done
or sorry for being
the monster i feel beneath
my papered skin
but i do know that
this is me,
girl on your back
and you know she is too much
and also not enough
you don't love me and i see it in your eyes
i am the rain in the gutter
mental illnesstoday's a grey day, only grey doesn't exist.mental illness4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
what's bad is i have enough pills on my nightstand to kill myself. what's bad is i'm impulsive and depressed. what's good is they're all prescribed to me, and what's better is i'm too scared to try. i gained a pound, you know. it makes me want to die. if you think i'm kidding, you're dead wrong, but not as dead as i want to be.
let me tell you a little something about mental health: it's less about what's right and more about what's wrong.
using mental filtering, you can have a thousand beautiful things and only see the one ugly zit, pustular and violent red, on the face that is your life.
with black and white thinking, it's either you eat more than you think you should or you eat nothing. there is no grey. there is only too much and too little and you suck either way.
with catastrophizing, you take a bad situation and look at it t
My Worst NightmareBuford was a bully. That much everyone knew. But what they never knew was that he would never actually hurt Baljeet. He would push him down, but only to extend a hand and help him back onto his feet. He would steal his calculator and break it. But he knew Baljeet could easily get a new one. (His warranty had been renewed so many times the company almost knew when it was time for the new one.)My Worst Nightmare4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was almost a game between the two boys. It came down to Buford's teasing antics with a wide grin, and a half-assed complaint from Baljeet, who would laugh and roll his eyes.
Buford would steal something of Baljeet's and hold it high over his head. Baljeet would sigh and try to get it back. Both boys never really minded how close their bodies were, or that they could feel the fast beats of each others' heart.
So when Buford had detention one day (ironically given by a substitute teacher for his "persistent bullying to that poor Indian boy.") and left the school an hour after his usual tim
puppet masterYou can't keep saying you'll changepuppet master3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And never follow through
You can't keep toying with people
Like they're your playing pieces
You've got yourself in such a mess
And to be honest I don't like you anymore
Little Miss Puppet Master
Pulling strings and pulling hearts
Have fun without me
In your world of pretend
Don't bother looking back
Because I won't be there
The No No No No No No ListThe No No No No No No No No No! List of Myst "do's" and "do nots"The No No No No No No List5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. Red or Blue pages are not suitable substitutes for toilet paper.
2. Neither are Journals.
3. It is not nice to replace the red pages in the red prison book, and then rip them out while laughing maniacally.
4. Matches that are found in a safe are only to be used for starting the boiler.
5. Graffiti will not be tolerated.
6. Linking books are not Frisbees.
7. Linking books are not to be read.
8. Linking books will not try to stab you.
9. In the event that a prison book talks to you, please ignore its advice.
10. I shall not eat the berries found in Edanna.
11. Nor will I make juice, powder, pie, or any other consumable product from said berries.
12. I will not offer said berries to any other stranger.
13. If I have given said berries to said other stranger I will not find their "state of mind" funny.
14. Saveedro does not worship Squees.
15. Squees are best left in their natural habitat, and should not be taken h
home is in the hollow of darkness .collabi stand quivering,home is in the hollow of darkness .collab3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
like a candle's flame open
in the winter breeze.
my heart skips
a beat. then another,
death feels like this, when
you let it creep into your
hollow bones again.
like a spider's web,
big or small before
it becomes true that
you are never freer than
the moment you breathe
your last, and let your
fingers slip through the thin cracks
til you disappear.
lost in eyes of the
so breathe deep young one,
as deep as the hollows of
your lungs allow you.
cut free the tangles
that hold you beneath ever-
shifting tides, and know
it is finally
time to embrace the darkness
that will take you home.
Jeff The Killer part 7[Max is working at his job at a local restaurant. He is delivering food to tables when he overhears the television. He then turns his attention to it as it shows the news story of ]Jeff The Killer part 72 years ago in Drama More Like This
Jeff's recent kills.]
News Anchor: Behind me is the sight where the murders took place. No names has been released yet, although the perpetrator has been confirmed to be the infamous Jeff The Killer. Jeff made headlines four years ago after the murder of the Johnson family. As you can see behind me, detectives and journalist have pretty much surrounded the area.
[Max thinks of Nelle for a moment. He then gets back to work.]
[At the police station, Lewis examines the hatchet left behind by Jeff. commissioner Jackson enters his office.]
Jackson: What did you find?
Lewis: This knife is covered with both blood and finger prints. This seems unusual for Jeff as he somehow is able to cover up an entire crime scene. Thats pretty much it.
Jackson: Christ Lewis, is that really all you found?
Lewis: For now. Hopefully
A Mother's LetterLife,A Mother's Letter4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You have been cruel to me, so cruel. It seems like only yesterday he jumped and hung, yet in reality it has been weeks. Maybe the time merely seems fleeting due to my utter lack of interest in the world since... since it happened. Tears have become as permanent on my face as railway tracks, and they crisscross each other in the most peculiar manner. An eon has passed since I last smiled.
Why did you have to drive my son to take his life? Why did you make him bipolar? Up until now I believed in god, but nowadays I am not too sure. Was it my fault everything happened, for sending him away from home? The doctor recommended the school, but in the end it was the school which killed him.
I should have kept my Marcus with me, whilst I still had him. I should have never picked up that brochure for Heatherington Gardens Private School. I feel as though my soul, once so light and shimmering, has been carved crudely out of me, leaving only a ha
Zora"March 1st, 1986 5:49 PMZora4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today Professor Juniper gave me a Poke-ball with a lightning bolt on it! What could be inside it? I can't wait until tomorrow when Juniper will show me how to open it! I'm sooo exited!! It HAS to be an Electric-Type! I LOOOVE Electric-Types!!
March 2nd, 1986 6:18 AM
Juniper showed me how to open a Poke-ball, and it had a Blitzle in it! It's REALLY cute, and I'm training it right now! Her name is Zora. She knows a lot of moves, and we're at Route 1, training on every single Pokemon that appears!
March 5th, 1986 12:05 PM
Zora is doing great! We already beat 2 gyms! Luckily, Cress fought us in the first gym,
so it was a snap! Lenora was tougher than Cress, but we still did awesome! 2 gyms down, 6 to go! Pinwheel forest offered a lot of Pokemon to train on, and Zora knows Charge, Shock Wave, Flame Charge, and Pursuit now!
March 10th, 1986 4:26 PM
Awesome! Zora is a Zebstrika now, and we conquered 2 more gyms with Spark, Discharge, Wild Charge, and Agility! I also r
my dead gay brother becomes memore and more i am becoming an invisible monster.my dead gay brother becomes me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i can't cry without an audience
i am willing to bend and bend and bend and
to just get a little
love love love lovelvoe lvoelve love love love
i will do anything for you if you just tell me you love me
i am a nobody
with backbreaking pains to become something beautiful
and if i can't have that
i want to be invisible
i want to be nothing
oh how i wish it wasn't so
as nothing as i am
i want you to love me.
tickle me pink"i don't know what's wrong, he's just gone limp."tickle me pink3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
that's all i hear, and i guess i'm still coherent enough to take that as a sexual slight. i go to open my mouth to tell helen she's being a cunt, telling someone about our sex life, but my lips won't move.
"uh... coke maybe. ecstasy definitely. i don't know. please, just get me someone here, i don't want to lose him."
i realise she's not talking about my dick, so i'm pretty sure i didn't pass out during sex. no, i'd definitely remember that. i want to tell helen i'm sorry, but my lips won't move.
i hear footsteps, and then hands on my hair until my head is resting in a lap. helen gasps, says, "fuck", and eases my head back down to the cold tile.
next thing i know, there's a towel wrapped on the underside of my skull, so i guess i'm bleeding. i probably fell, but i don't remember. all i know is i wasn't fucking her when i did, so it was ok.
Vlad's SecretEveryone has secrets.Vlad's Secret8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But some people have more than others, people like Vlad Masters. He's always been a very secretive man, and thus keeps many things to himself.
Truly, to anyone acquainted with him, it comes as no surprise. He has many things to hide, secrets his enemies could use against him. His rival and fellow hybrid Daniel Fenton knew a few of the larger ones, but he still had a rather important and embarrassing one to himself at least. And Vlad intended to keep it from reaching the outside world, it was truly the deepest and darkest one of them all, even moreso than his bizarre half-dead state.
Nobody else knew of it, not even his most loyal servants could be trusted with this particular secret. It was a shameful thing, as so Vlad would not allow word of it to get out.
The bitter froot loop invisibly tiptoed up to his private chambers, making sure no one could see him. He'd already gotten all of his servants to stand guard on the other side of the house, but one can never be
hinc illae lachrimaeyou've got wrists of an angelhinc illae lachrimae4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bent back far enough
to welcome a silver kiss
to fall like dust
the ash of a human once born.
it's enough to
fall in love with fervor
a fever strung like faerie lights
between my knees.
you're used to resting elbows
on the shelves of my hips,
you're used to resting teeth
on the ledge of my lips,
to use me like a bed
instead of a person,
something to lean into.
i want something harder.
the first kiss of alcohol
pressing its tongue
onto an empty stomach.
the gasp of a freshly opened wound.
i don't need your pain
to make me feel worth it.
i have a favorite scar
and it is not from you.
need your hurt
to make me
Low Tide HorrorLittle Sandy was so excited. Her mommy and daddy were taking her to the beach! She had been waiting for this day ever since the days got hotter and her mommy and daddy started to plan for a day out. She was also six and a half now, which meant she could swim without her parents beside her, as long as she wore her water ring.Low Tide Horror4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her mommy had said coming to the beach early meant beating the crowds of people and having more time in the water. The tide would be low, but that would be alright. They would have a picnic breakfast on the beach and feed the flocks of Wingulls around. Maybe one would even befriend Sandy. The little girl was so excited about that, her daddy didn't have the heart to say no.
Which is why they got up so early for a Saturday. Sandy couldn't stop bouncing around and anticipating the fun she would have. The only thing she didn't like was that she couldn't bring a friend with her, but her mommy said there would be other kids her age to play with.
As soon as they arrived i
self-portrait (in writing)i. I believe in love, music, and myselfself-portrait (in writing)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because that's what's gotten me through
the tough stuff better than anything else
ii. a big voice doesn't mean anything
if the lyrics don't speak to me
iii. so go on and let me down
for the millionth time
and turn your back to me
after you've lit a fire in my heart
so strong you'd swear
my whole body was in flames
iv. i'm trying not to think about you too
(it's not working very well)
for what it's worth
i miss you too
The Dragons EggTHE DRAGON EGG *Collab*The Dragons Egg6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The two men walked in the room, immediately followed by their lawyer. They all sat down in front of the table, the lawyer on one side and the two men on the other. The lawyer carefully placed his bag on the table, and took out a bunch of papers. He coughed to get the other twos attention. So...are we ready?
Yes, Im ready. One of the two, a man in his early 20s, spoke.
The other man, probably in his 40s, nodded. Just hurry up and read the testament, I dont have all day
Have patience. The younger one spoke. The mans doing his job, you cant rush him on that.
The other snorted. Alright...its your house after all...please mister, continue
The lawyer coughed a few more times. So...today we are sitting here to read the testament of Mister Roy Mandson, who passed away three weeks ago, on September 13th 2010. Two people have been called here: his
rara avisit's like i've lost my place, you know? forgotten where i've left off in some shitty book i was reading, asked a broomstick of a blonde with her arms folded around her boyfriend to hold my spot in line and she just blew me off. and you? instead of pulling me out of my own little quagmire, you sort of just like watching me squirm. it's like my being helpless gets you off. that's fucking sick, man. that's fucking twisted. you're like a car wreck wrapped around a tree, deformed and metallic and sickening with rust.rara avis4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
dammit, i say. dammit dammit dammit dammit. chris asks me what. dammit, i say again. this is when his hands, rough hocks of wood, grab my shoulders. what, he asks me again, and this time i see his eyes are as hard as black is dark.
so i tell him.
i tell him my woman's gone and left me with her panties under my pillow, left a sa
Curiosity Killed The Elf - Chapter 1Curiosity Killed The Elf - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lesson 1: Never Trust Inanimate Objects
'A princess who meets a prince, falls madly in love with him, gets hitched to said prince, then lives happily ever after' has got to be one of the most gag inducing stories ever conceived. Where's the chaos? Where's the intrigue?! What, no adventure? Neither of them have to work to prove their love for each other? Or even work to fall in love? They just spot each other and are like BAM! 'Let's make babies!'?
'And why does the princess have to fall madly in love with the prince? Can't he fall in love with her and follow her around like a love-sick puppy first? And does it even have to be a prince?! Why not some random person off the street?
'And why must it be madly?! Wouldn't it be more prudent to fall 'happily' in love with some one? If you were mad at each other all the time, why on earth would skip to saying your wedding vows? I mean, how long is THAT going to last?"
"Ah Princess?" Natanael interjected into her rant. "I t