The Sanctity of LifeI heard that life is sacred, but I don’t know what that word means.The Sanctity of Life2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
A woman outside a clinic told me that a tiny mass of cells was a person, but I didn’t think it looked like one. I heard her say that the bundle of cells was just what a person looked like when it was very small. She said it had the same genetic makeup and all of the same DNA as a fully grown person and therefore had the same right to life. I watched her scratch her nose, dislodging a thousand skin cells containing her full set of DNA, which described her entire genetic makeup. The skin cells died.
The bundle of cells in a pregnant woman’s abdomen would grow into a fully developed human being, she said. That is, unless they didn’t, as was frequently the case. But, the bundle of cells had the potential to grow into a real person. The woman outside the clinic told me that life begins at conception.
If she had said before conception, I might have believed h
MLK speachI am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.MLK speach1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity.
But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling
Poem: Surrender:AbsolutionSurrender:AbsolutionPoem: Surrender:Absolution6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Brother, I am finished.
I will fight no more forever.
I'm wearied so of war; of watching
Bright lives coldly severed
We turned our backs; I walked away
In anger from my brother.
But walking 'round the world just brought us
Back to face each other.
In you I see the opposite
Of everything in me.
Bound in that opposition,
We've never yet been free.
There's no hope of forgiveness
For all we've said and done.
But understanding might make space
For love where there was none.
So I come to you, my brother:
My Other Self, my Friend
The mirrored image I must face
At every cycle's end
I come to you in hope
That if we join our souls together,
Unite our mirrored dreams and pains,
We could end this War forever.
I must be strong for others;
But you know me through and through.
There's no one else to help me now.
I need you, oh I need you!
I'll open to you my utmost self.
(Please help me not to be afraid!)
I'll hold back nothing not even sham
Pet Peeves for Fan FictionI would believe that we all have got them, especially people who have been writing for many years and have begun to understand the very complicated and cryptic workings of story writing. Now, these pet peeves don't HAVE to be about Fan Fiction, specifically, but they seem to be the only things I'm reading nowadays, so it's the only thing I can go to at the moment. Though, there has been a time in one of the stories I've read where the girl is dumber than dumb could possibly get, but surely there's this bright side to the ridiculous choices they choose to make (like sleeping with a teacher, mostly for his looks, and later find out he only did it for some other woman, who he liked and wanted to impress because she was evil and all that garbage, but his sentiments weren't returned at all....Ever...Yeah, if you've read the House of Night series, then you'll understand what I'm talking about here!).Pet Peeves for Fan Fiction10 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Anyways, back to the matter at hand. Pet peeves of stories. First, I am going to describe in
ActingActingActing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What is breath?
Does it romance?
Does it enhance?
What is posture?
Does it lie?
Does it adore?
It is an act
What is your circumstance?
Memoirs of Harleen Quinzel, MDMemoirs of Harleen Quinzel, MDMemoirs of Harleen Quinzel, MD1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
People often say madness and genius are just microns apart. For most people, what's I've done will seem the epitome of insanity.
Then again, what sane person would believe that I, a blond chick with blue eyes, could ever be valedictorian and captain of the cheerleaders? Well, the cheerleader part they'd believe, but valedictorian? They would scoff outright and say I probably slept with the principal.
Ha! I say, please, Mr. Edwards may be kind and sweet, but he is so old and so married and so not my type!
Whether I'm looked down by the lowly thug, or even the B-man himself, I don't care. I blaze my own trail.
As a native Gotham-ite, I've heard all sorts of stories about Arkham Asylum. There are tales, like the tragic fate of the founder who ended up a patient if his own institution. Those stories were all meant to scare the kids and deter them from setting foot on the island. As for me, they just increased my curiosity. It was inevitable that I chose to ma
Request: Louis Fears: Part 2So, being tickled twice a day for at least five minutes and being tazered almost hourly wasn’t exactly what Louis had in mind for ‘getting used to being tickled’, but it was working. Maybe a little too well, actually. See, Louis likes things that make his heart race or gets his adrenaline up- bungee jumping a few years ago was the biggest rush he had gotten aside from being onstage.Request: Louis Fears: Part 21 year ago in Humor More Like This
Truth be told, he was starting to like it. And because he knew the others hated it, he respected them more for putting up with him tickling all these years, especially Harry, who was easily the most ticklish person he had ever met. Just wiggling your fingers three inches away from his sides could make the boy giggle and squirm, and Louis had used that to his advantage plenty of times.
But now, the tables were turned, and Louis was squirming and wriggling underneath Harry, whose fingers were wiggling incredibly close to Louis’ stomach. “Remember when you used to mock me for squi
Zac Efron TickleZac had just got back from the gym and sat down on the couch, exhausted. He turned on the TV but after a few minutes, fell asleep.Zac Efron Tickle2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He woke up to find himself tied to a chair, he arms behind him and his ankles tied to the legs.
'Hello?' he shouted. 'Hello?' His shouts were answered when Corbin Bleu walked in.
'Hello Zac.' he said. Zac gave him a questionable look. 'I take it that you want an explanation?' he asked.
'Damn right I do!' spat Zac. Corbin walked over to Zac and knelt beside him.
'Well, since we done High School Musical, I've always been second best to you. But now, it's time for revenge!' he said, lifting up Zac's shirt.
'What are you doing?' asked Zac fearfully. He got his answer when Corbin started digging in to Zac's sides, making him arch his back.
'Hahahahahahaha! Stop!' Zac pleaded. Corbin ignored him and went up to his armpits, also digging in to them.
'No! Hahahahahahaha! Please! Hahahaha!' screamed Zac.
'Okay. I will. Here, anyway.' Corbin said evilly. He moved down
Zarry: Zayn 'bullies' HarryHarry held his breath as he could hear and feel Zayn's thundering footsteps grow nearer. He had been hiding behind a small space behind one of the couches. If Zayn found him hiding here, he'd make sure Harry was punished for it. Zayn and Harry have a rather peculiar relationship. They're friends but enemies at the same time. Zayn is the one who kinda bullies Harry. He doesn't beat Harry up it physically hurt him. (Unless you count being physically exhausted and drained as pain) Zayn tickle tortures Harry whenever he wanted for however long he wanted. Sometimes he'll only pin Harry down and use his fingers and blow horrific raspberries on Harry's stomach. Other times, if he's in a bad mood or just wants to full out torture Harry, he'll tie him to the bed or couch and tickle him for hours with items from his box of 'tickle tools'.Zarry: Zayn 'bullies' Harry2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Oh Harry come out come out wherever you are," Zayn said in a sing song voice. Zayn stood only a few steps away from Harry's hiding spot making Harry's heart d
The WaitingRoom is large butThe Waiting4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
paint is peeling,
from panelled walls
and alcoved ceilings.
An old woman is buried
in a damp chair.
A warm smell of piss,
She does not turn but
"Americo, do you remember
your blossoming power?
The whole world despised it
but I loved you dearly.
My wanton child-
Red in matricide,
white in supremacy
and blue here now,
in your rosewood seat"
Americo laughs briskly
at Britannia's slight.
But they are both disturbed
and chilled by the sight,
of Romulus' freshly starched sheets,
and all his leafy golden crowns,
in a tied black bag
beside the door.
I know how it feels.You know the drill this is a fan fiction I don't own Batman or any related character. This fan fiction contains spoilers for both Arkham city is the main game and the Harley Quinn's revenge add-on. It takes place directly after it. Probably starts in the closing cut scene. You have been warned. I do not own SpartansI know how it feels.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I already knew how it felt" the dark Knight said. "You didn't need to pull all this to teach me how it feels to lose a loved one. I know how it feels. The last person that monster killed before dying." He turned to the morning jester "Was the woman I loved. We both lost a lover that that night."
"Serves you right B man." Harley said her voice full of vinegar. "Mr. J is gone and so is whatever pussy you wa affta."
With the Batman did something very unexpected. He took the lunatic in his arms and held her tight. It was not a hostile embrace it was considerate compassionate. The kind of embrace that tells
OctoberSerenity, I fell to sleep,October5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hid behind a deeper dark
That fills the chambers of my chest
And slows my bloody racing heart.
Then foolishness, I dared to dream
Though not of clockwork silver screen
Nor movie stars or speeding cars
I dreamt I was below the stars,
And there you were and there was I
With grass below and light above
Our lamp the spreading summer sky.
So need I even speak of love?
Or shall I only sally on
With baubels here and trinkets there
The way your eyes closed in the night
The shapes my hands wove in your hair?
I woke to pearly winter light
And found no shred of comfort there.
Torchwood Foot StoryTorchwood Fan Story-Watch Where You Step.Torchwood Foot Story5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It had started out as a run-of-the-mill artefact retrieval from a known rift hotspot, but the situation had now escalated nearly to the point of crisis. Gwen was behind the wheel of Torchwoods powerful black SUV with Toshiko sitting beside her, tracking the life form that was now causing havoc on the streets of Cardiff. Gwen swerved around a slow moving heavy goods vehicle while Toshiko yelled out directions.
Take a sharp left here!
Its a motorway Toshi, the only way is straight ahead
Well its just taken a sharp left and is now bearing down on a residential area
Gwen yanked hard on the steering wheel and cut across three lanes of traffic, narrowly avoiding several collisions with oncoming traffic to reach a small slip road that branched off the motorway Happy now? She didnt get a reply to her sarcastic comment because Tosh was now focusing all
Helga's Honest Dream"Hey I'm in Dr. Bliss's office," Helga says as she looks around, realizing that she's on the couch. She sees Dr. Bliss's chair and goes to it, hoping to find out what's going on. Why would she be in this office at night and on the weekend? The chair swivels around and the poor nine-year-old is shocked at who she finds.Helga's Honest Dream4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Who are you!" She asks, scared.
"You-at age 30." Helga eyes the woman over, trying to see if she is who she says she is. Her hair is like hers, only let down. Her dress IS pink, but it's missing the classic hot stripe at the bottom and has a more curvy shape to it.
"Ok Bucko, you can pull off what I could look like as an adult, but how do I know you're really me?" Older Helga sighs, not at all surprised that she'd have to prove herself.
"You have a shrine of Arnold Shortman in your closet made out of gum and found objects, you refer to him as 'ice-cream' when talking to Phoebe, and when you were once stuck in his room you had a...um..." She blushes, "vary satisfy
Opposition MovementOpposition MovementOpposition Movement5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sister, your face is dark.
How is your face made dark
when the great garden of the sun
is still fragrant with fragrances
so unmade for Halva and tea? Sister,
you are asleep. What has taken you
into your sleep and that third world
of waiting outside the wall of heaven?
Sister, will we be what you are now
when staggering we stagger,
a hand to our breast when we burn,
sorrowing with pain
as we fall from these streets
and the thorns of opposition, our feet
no longer scouring the heavy stones
at our feet? Sister, a banquet of clay and dust
waits to be eaten, silent with the silence
a puddle spreading beneath your back,
the sky above. But not only; not just.
May your feet carry you, Sister,
safely to safety, away from weeping
and the echoes of friends
wailing their grief to aid your family
that they might find their comfort
in giving comfort to the wailing.
FreshmanTeachers prepare you for this for yearsFreshman4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But only the school aspect
Which, incidentally, doesn't change
Nobody prepares you for what goes on outside of school
Sure, you've heard stories
But you think being a good kid makes you exempt
You don't even notice yourself changing at first
Until one day you look around
And realize you're in McDonald's when your parents think you're at rehearsal
Surrounded by a bunch of practically high teenagers you barely know
Or one of your friends is offering you a cigarette
Or you're coughing up blood on your bedroom floor
Or you're alone in a car with a teenage boy
And suddenly the car crashes
Your parents are the ones to find you, of course
You somehow got less sneaky as you got older
Your parents catch everything you do
They caught you drinking
And the bruises only make them more suspicious
You'll fall in love with someone with a girlfriend
And trust me, that won't end well
Your best friend will lose her virginity
is it blissful?uncertainty pulledis it blissful?11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the pin from the grenade
like he pulled the pin
from her hair
and locks fell like silk
waterfalls upon her shoulders,
future happiness fell
like shrapnel, embedding into
the inevitability shook
like war as they shook together
like love shakes every fiber in
our being to convince us of
some things do last forever.
but the days die
as soldiers quiver in their wounds,
regrets that dig deeper the longer
they live entangled in one another
until they die too, eyes fixing into
each others starless nights.
and how gently they went,
he from her, her from him.
The Princess Diaries - Tickle PunishmentThe Princess Diaries - Tickle Punishment2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a typical day behind closed doors. Peach and Daisy were both at each other’s throats again. Though the sisters loved each other very much, they argued like a pair of kids.
"You've been snooping around my stuff again, haven't you Daisy?!" Peach snarled.
"How would you know?! You're being kidnapped every other day!" Daisy replied aggressively.
*Gasp* Peach was taken aback by this comment. "You think I mean for that to happen?!"
"We'll if you don't, you've fooled me!"
Both princesses were quick off the mark to throw the blame at each other. The reason for their arguing this time was because Peach had gotten herself kidnapped again, and while she was playing the damsel in distress, Daisy took the chance to try out some of her beauty products. It may not seem like a world splitting problem, but to the sisters it was pretty major...
"I'm sick of this! Nothing I ever buy is sacred anymore! You thief!" Peach's anger levels were growing at a dangerous pace. The fact that her sister
An Ancient Greek PoemZeus is the king of the gods and goddessesAn Ancient Greek Poem8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
No one is mightier than he
He has power over all of mankind
Zeus is the most important as you can see
Lightning bolts are his weapons
And he controls the weather
Hey, did you know that
Zeus and Hera are together?
Hera is the queen of all
And the marriage protector
She took care of the women and children
While she sipped on Nector
Zeus was the youngest of his siblings
But he was still the leader
His other siblings are
Hestia, Hera, Hades, Poseidon, and Demeter
Hades became the god of the under world
Because he loved the rich minerals in the Earth
He was also god of wealth
So he obviously liked the jewels for what they were worth
Demeter, is the goddess of fruit, corn, wheat, and grain
She was the one who made them grow
But she neglected the crops every time
Persephone was taken below
She mourned for three months
Until Persephone returned
And the earth was lush again
And that was why the seasons turned
Poseidon was the giver of horses
He was rul
Colours of his life IA young men stood before gray wall, putting the paint cans on the ground. His brownish, curly hair waved chaotically as he grabbed two large brush and a small flashlight from pocket.Colours of his life I6 months ago in Romance More Like This
He smiled. It was going to be great. This night he’d prove himself and everyone else who didn’t believe in him that he was worth something.
Looking around himself, just to make sure he was alone, Lovino turned on the flashlight and came closer to the wall. The image he had thought since he could remember appeared all over it.
“Come on.” He muttered as if it would encourage him to do whatever he was up to.
And then a blank layer of school’s wall was coated with pink paint as the boy had taken one of the can and spilt it at the spot. He did the same with the other cans, then smeared a brush with black one creating a features of face.
He was into modern art. Dripping was something beautiful but not acceptable by everyone. Unfortunately, the school Lovino was standing in fro
Tickle Ward pt 2Tickle Ward Part 2Tickle Ward pt 28 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Daniel snorted under his breath and looked Lisa in the eyes, "…Would you believe that if you were them?" Lisa thought that over, her conclusion coming to a no. "I guess not." Daniel explained, "Anyway, whether I came back empty handed or not, I'd be in the shit hole then." He shuddered at the thought. "I'm one for tickling, but I'm not one for being tickled. It's complete agony." Lisa rolled her eyes over, "And yet, you enjoy inflicting that on other people." Danny couldn't help make his grin spread more across his face. It was true. He loved it. The squeals and girlish screams when you played with women's toes, the way they giggle uncontrollably when you give their ribs a light stroking, the horrible endurance of them trying not to laugh when you tell a little white lie that you'll let them go if they don't laugh for 5 minutes. Yes, he adored it all that he chuckled to himself evilly making Lisa move her chair back a bit in a worried manner.
Diamonds Are DullThose colourless prisms with empty placesDiamonds Are Dull5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like molten crystal tears are slowing
In freezing facets and downcast faces.
I found no fierceness trapped in glass
So I chose my seconds up in flame
That rolled with the taste of ruby red;
Of crimson passion and pouring rain
Dousing mists over my head
And dragging me down to a fiery dream.