StuckI'm stuckStuck2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a movie on pause.
always the same scene.
I feel like I stopped moving,
Like I haven't moved for so long.
The world spins without me,
my friends move on as well.
I long to move,
pray to sprint.
But I keep getting snagged,
and fall flat on my face.
I'm stuck in this rut,
stuck like a fixed point in time.
I wish I could press play,
but I can't see the control.
Sinking HeartI want to rip my heart from my chestSinking Heart3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It keeps beating so loud and it's hurting my head
I want to cut all the skin off my bones
Put on a mask that still smiles so nobody knows
That I'm losing my mind
That I've tried and keep trying
To convince myself to let go
But I still love you as if I didn't have a clue
That it was your twisted soul that destroyed mine too
So let's sink in the fire
We're sinners, we're liars
And I'm tired of trying to prove
That love does exist
This is it
Me burning right here next to you
Wilted Roses - Ch.09Wilted Roses - Ch.096 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 9. Thumpity Thump Thump, the Song of the Heart
Throughout the rest of the day, I couldnt stop thinking about what he said to me. There was no possible way for me to focus on anything other than that. Every time I heard Adrians words pop into my head, my face flushed crimson. I didnt feel this way when Keith had asked me. Sure, I blushed back then too, but my heart didnt go crazy like it did now.
I put my palms to my cheeks. Hot.
What was wrong with me? I moved my right hand to my chest and felt my heartbeat. It was irregularthumpity thump thump, thumpity thumpity thump. Was I getting sick? Ive never felt this way before.
You see, I wasnt very good with people. Back when I was smaller, whenever someone tried to talk to me, I woul
Memories"Abbi don't!" I shouted, just before the hose drenched my church outfit. She giggled, and despite being miserable and wet, I smiled.Memories3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Making her laugh always made me smile. Even as a seven year old.
"You're gonna get in trouble with Amma." Almost as if on cue, my grandmother came into the back yard. "Cole Jason Bartholomew!" she shrieked and when I pointed at Abbigale, she sighed. "Abbi Nicole Rose, what have I told you about picking on Cole?" She smiled innocently, her cheeks flushed with pink. "She wasn't picking on me." I pouted, crossing my arms. "Please, she could take you any day, Coley." Amma said lightly, stroking Abbi's hair. I stomped off, away from the sound of their giggles. I smiled as I left though, because making Abbi laugh always made me smile.
"Happy thirteenth birthday, Abbi." I said with a grin, strolling up her driveway. She returned my smile, and jumped into my arms. "Cole! I thought you said you couldn't ma
Homestuck - Five timesThe first time she talks to him it is purely by chance. When night falls she still feels miserable and heartbroken and even though her lusus has tried to comfort her all day long, she just needs to talk to someone. She logs on and checks her trollian, hoping to see Karkat online.Homestuck - Five times3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He is not. In fact, there is only one other person online appart from herself. For a second she is so frustrated she can feel the tears coming again, but she swallows them back. Losing her temper now won't help any more than it did a few hours ago. So instead, to take her mind off all the rest, she takes a look at the only other trollhandle listed as online.
She has never talked to this person before. Her hand on the mouse, she makes the cursor hover over the indigo colored handle.
"And what would I even tell them?" she thinks with an annoyed sigh. "Hello, my name is Kanaya Maryam, my flushed feelings have just been rejected and I feel worthless?" She groans, feeling
Kisetsu and the 4 Seasons RobeKisetsu and the 4 Seasons Robe8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Long ago, when the earth was still young and the night sky hung over the world like a spotless veil of black silk, the moon god and his daughter lived peacefully in their shining palace. Though it was a place of grace and beauty, loneliness lingered in the endless sky.
Each night, Kisetsu - the daughter of the moon - would look down from the palace windows. Night after night she would watch the world of men pass before her. In the evening she could see the fishers bringing in their catch and leaving again with empty nets at dawn. For the most part, this strange world and the weary lives it cradled would pass in silence. Only from time to time would a sound grace Kisetsu's ears, and even then it was scarce heard above a whisper. It was the fragile voice of a prayer. So she would listen always in the vast silence for those rare, quiet words.
There was one fisherman that Kisetsu could hear every night. And every night she listened to him attentively. He would speak of the sorrows of his l
Dream GirlWhen I was younger, my mother called me her dream girl.Dream Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remembered her combing out my hair, and doing it up
With little ribbons in the strands.
I remember her never quite remembering where the
lady bug hair clips had gone.
When she tugged at my braids one final time,
she'd say, "Look at you, aren't you beautiful?"
We'd walk together to grocery stores and I'd skip
by her side, holding her hand tight, humming a nursery rhyme.
It's my favourite memory. It's always been my favourite memory.
My mother wants my stories, my poetry to be about love, hugs and sunflowers.
I just want it to be honest. I just want to tell the truth.
I want to talk about how I disappointed my parents
I want to talk about how self involved I have been for being raped
I want to talk about how my mother and I don't spend time together anymore.
I want it to be known how I lay broken and bruised in a dark room
in a bed that wasn't mine, wondering how that ladybug climbed in
when someone had stolen my soul from me.
SH.Encounter:Hidden Secret.Ch3SH.Encounter:Hidden Secret.Ch33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What's written in -...- means a person talking.
I should apologize that my stories has a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes, but that's just something I can't control So I APOLOGIZE about it
Please don't get angry about it..!
SasuHina. Encounter: Hidden Secret. Ch3.
The more Hinata thought about it, the scarier it got Why would Uchiha Sasuke bother her with things like these? Why would he want to make Hinata fall for him?
It was useless anyway as Hinata was more attracted to the nature of the person, not to the appearance. And Hinata was really well informed about the kind of guys Sasuke was She had to work with a lot of them.
-Hime, would you please hurry up? Her thoughts interrupted Kurenai. Hinata was already for fifteen minutes taking a rest and drinking coffee. She was standing on the balcony and looking at the nice view from tenth floor.
-Yes, I will be right there. Hinata answered and smiled. She ha
The rubber shopThe rubber shop4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The shop owner told her to wait while he retrieved the latex boots she ordered.
*Please do not touch anything.* He said before going.
Despite his warning, Caroll could not take her eyes of the amazing suit hanging right next to her.
She resisted the temptation and waited for about 10 minutes. But her patience grew heavy.
*Have you found my boots yet?*
No response. She took another look at the suit. The zipper, open, left the shiny interior exposed. It felt like it was begging to be used. A suit of this quality would be very expensive, she tough. She might never have such an opportunity again.
*Hello !!!* Still no response.
*Oh... What the hell...* in no time, she undressed herself and grabbed the flask of body-lotion on the counter.
*Strange... What is that doing on the counter ? It seems a bit too convenient* But she had no time to think. There was little time before the owner would come back, and she did not want to get caught naked.
She used the oil, and sinked in the rubber suit. H
The Office_The Invention Act 1The Office_The Invention Act 16 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
ACT 1 INT. OFFICE RECEPTION MORNING
MICHAEL enters the Office triumphantly. He stops by reception to make an announcement
MICHAEL Hey everyone!
The Office is unresponsive. Michael glances at the camera.
Could I, uh, have your attention please? I have a
very important announcement to make
DWIGHT looks up attentively. Michael settles with only receiving Dwights attention.
MICHAEL (CONTD) I would like to let you all know that I have come up an ingenious idea, aaand, its going to make me very, very rich.
DWIGHT Really? What is it?
Michael smiles at the camera
MICHAEL Oho! Well, youll just have to wait and see.
Im going to get settled down, and then
Ill be ready to blow you all away.
Michael walks into his office. Dwight watches him intently.
INT. MICHAEL TALKING HEAD MICHAELS OFFICE
SoMa- Forget,Dont Regret Ch.7SoMa- Forget,Dont Regret Ch.73 years ago in Drama More Like This
SoMa-Forget,Dont Regret ch.7
Maka:*looks at the picture on the floor that fell out of his pocket while
remaining on top of Soul*".....is that..me??" 0.0]
Maka:*eyes widen at picure remembering* "wait...S-SOUL??!" o////o
Soul:"...0//0 you remember me now?"
Maka:"y-yeah...o////o" *still on top of him*
Soul:*is now giving his signature shark-grin*"...I still can't belive you
were with Kid"
Maka:"I-I..sh-shut up Soul!!" >///
gamegame10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we played the game
like a dance
across the dancefloor
it was sweet
i bit my lip
to taste the bitterness in my mouth
that is how serious
of a play it was
round and round
it was a good tango
finished with the most violent of moves
a tear would run down
my surprised face
i was only defeated
when you made me come
We Were All Going to be WonderfulKathy's mom, shaped like a ripe pearWe Were All Going to be Wonderful1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
black-haired, she wore it long, tied back.
She looked foreign, she should have been a gypsy--
silver and red, smoky and asleep;
should have smelled like cardamom or cloves
but she smelled like onions and carrots, potatoes and oregano.
She leaned at the sink in the tiny kitchen
peeling potatoes, head bent, sallow-skinned, heavy-hipped
her dark hair traced with the first lazy spider webs of gray.
We slunk past the gray-mouthed man on the sofa
with his Reds game and his beer;
men weren't soft then, but the new kind was coming along.
The suburbs were a garden
through the hot summer days and the Catholic schools,
and it wasn't the dads who had the dirty fingernails.
But he worked every day, by god he did,
drove a truck fat with bakery goods
flaccid and without souls
(whole wheat was a color not a life.)
Robert kept the kids fed, didn't interfere
with their summer afternoons.
"Come in here, Josie, pull down my pants and make love to me."
She only grunted,
Six Word Storymy mother kept smiles in bottlesSix Word Story2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
SnowSnow, falling, cast from wings of ashen grace,Snow3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as it falls upon my face,
this silence that engulfs me,
In its deep dark serenity,
I watch the world, turning white,
as snow consumes the light.
The boys and girls, who used to play,
under Binary stars, and lights by day,
would never see the day,
When the towns are gone,
under the ashen throng,
It is raining white,
as snow consumes the light.
Silence has consumed the town,
the gears of life stand still,
I am the only one, sitting on this hill,
This Ashen grace, has set its pace,
Through the evanescent chill,
When Darkness turns to white,
As snow consumes the light.
I feel my body, growing cold,
The silent power, That wings did hold,
I look out for a strand of hope,
When the icy clouds turn grey,
I look out for a symbol,
Before The night paves the way,
My fingers turning white,
As snow consumes the light.
For the last time, I stare at sky,
Those ashen fingers, bid me thy,
I feel my life brake free,
And so I lie to quell this plight,
Soul Eater Seven Minutes in Heaven SoulSoul Eater Seven Minutes in Heaven Soul1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“I think the next player should be. You!” Lord Death poked your forehead. “Come on up here and pick your item. You've been very patient, unlike some of the others in this room.” He sent a glare Black Star's direction.
“Thank you.” You followed him to the middle of the library and placed your hand inside the basket. Something almost immediately pricked your finger. “Ouch, what the world, who's trying to kill me?” You picked up the responsible item and looked at it. It was a button with the word “eat” written on it. “Soul, this is yours right?”
“Yeah, sorry about it poking you. I was sure I closed it when I put it in there.” Soul strutted over to you with his hands in his pockets. “It's pretty old though, and with all that other crap in there, it probably just popped open.”
“Now don't go making excuses Soul, you indirectly hurt a girl and should apologiz
Yarn - StoryYarn - Story2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There it lies before me. Silently criticising me. Mocking me. Motionless. An orb. Large. Round. And very. Very. Blue.
This is not the first time I have come face to face with this foe. Nor will it be the last. Soon I shall annihilate him! And the safety of humanity will fall upon me. Tiddle's the superior!
Well what did you think I was going to say? Do you really think there are such things as super heroes? Don't be silly! Kittens however. We exist. Sadly not all of us have homes and we are forced to roam the streets, keeping those nasty rodents and their diseases at bay. Sadly, though, your human minds do not see us as the reliable cleaners we are, you see us on the streets and assume we are worthless or broken.
However, back to the orb. I'm not allowed to touch the orb. O
Skull Preservation TutorialSkull Preservation Tutorial4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I've been asked multiple times how I go about cleaning and preserving the skulls that I find so I've decided to put together a sort of FAQ/how-to regarding this subject. Please keep in mind that there is more than one "right" way to achieve things in the realm of taxidermy. This is just the way I do my skulls/bones.
You will need:
Plastic bag for picking up your treasure
A good sized flower pot
An ant hill (if possible)
Disposable plastic gloves
Nice sized metal pot kept solely for boiling skulls/bones
Plastic container for soaking the skull/bones in
Hydrogen peroxide 3%-7%
Small pokey thing for helping remove brain bits and other yuck
Super glue, tacky glue, or Elmer's glue for putting the teeth back in
Hokay. While out hiking, I've come across many different skulls/bones of animals in various stages of decomposition. The best ones are when nature has already done most of the work for you and it's already pretty clean. One of the drawbacks of finding them like this tho
Gathering DarkGathering Dark2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the sun has a smile
angry - weeping - red passion
the sky wears a grin
a.d.h.d. and depressiona.d.h.d. and depression2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
sometimes i will wake up in the morning and look out from my eyes; two small, imperfect telescopes transporting me into the world. my room is bright with tender brushstrokes of light, and everything seems to have a sterile feeling. a safe feeling.
i will get up with my arms and legs buckling like a doe's, delicate and beautiful but compromised. i will brush the wisps of blonde hair from my face, and yawn. yawning, i think, is lovely. it is such a delicate force; able to be stopped but worthwhile in the end.
i hate it when people stop themselves from yawning.
i will float through my house, tripping lightly down the uneven, warped stairs. i will tread on the carpet covering the visible memories of a dog.
i will breathe.
i rest my head on the clear pane of glass made solely to protect; the bus goes over a pothole and dances in a violent, rhythmic way that leaves my stomach churning. i don't feel very safe.
all around me, people are living their lives constantly in reality. the young