Paganism and ChristianityPaganism and Christianity3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Since the day I felt the clench of self power and control was the day I converted to
Paganism, but I didn't think I'd be entering a world war. I remember it like it was
yesterday, six years ago I was sitting in church with my family, and I never liked
church, but I believed in God. It was until I felt the holy spirit slip through me
causing me to go into a fit of tears, I felt like I was being uplifted, and to any
Christian, this is a good feeling, to me, this was God's warning .Do not put any God
before me. I got up from my seat, trying to get pass the crowd of people with their arms
raised in praise, I quivered, grew nauseated and ran for the bathroom. The green essence
of light in the bathroom was blinding to my eyes, so I went over to the sink and tried to
vomit, I began to shake as if having an anxiety attack. This feeling of torment seized me
to learn over the sink pulling out my hair screaming a holler of terror. My eyes rolled
into the back of my head, and I could he
The Sanctity of LifeI heard that life is sacred, but I don’t know what that word means.The Sanctity of Life3 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
LullabyHush, my baby,Lullaby1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Be still, don't cry.
Lay with me
A little while.
Close your eyes,
Slow your breath.
Hear your heart
Inside your chest?
Your heart is strong,
It guides you well.
Be sure to listen
To what it tells.
I hear him now,
Outside the room.
It won't be long,
He'll find us soon.
Now close your eyes,
Slow your breath,
And rest your head
Upon my chest.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.All Here For A Reason2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
Cold CoffeeThere’s a cold cup of coffee on the table by his hand. He can’t stop picking it up and tasting the liquid within, only for it to slide out again with his breath. The man sitting across from him wrinkles his nose at this, but won’t stop talking about the very important Paper in front of him and how everything would be so much simpler if Mr. Staden would just sign, thank you very much and enjoy the rest of your coffee without me.Cold Coffee10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mr. Staden just looks back at the man and the papers, feeling the pen that he holds loosely in his left hand. It’s heavy, but looks cheap. He scribbles it against the napkin coaster and it doesn’t leave a mark, moving it faster back and forth just tears the paper.
“This doesn’t work,” he says, and he watches as the man—the lawyer—reaches inside his bag—his briefcase, where the other Papers are—and produces another pen, this one lighter, blue ink instead of black.
“Here, try this,
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?
RebootI punched a kid twice in fifth grade for trying to see up Gemini Hetherington’s skirt when her twin brother was home sick. The Hetheringtons could get away with things like that if they ever lifted a fist in the first place, but for a Holthausen it was like a criminal offense, and all of the better-neighborhood parents gasped at the news and wondered what went wrong in my development. I sat in the car while the principal spoke to my dad about it. Through the window I heard him warn that I would no sooner be punching Walt Burtons in elementary than pulling a knife on a man for his wallet in adulthood, and that immediate correction was necessary unless he wanted me to wind up in jail with the rest of the scum of Airedale.Reboot1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
While my dad tried to calm the principal down, Gemini Hetherington tiptoed up to the window when her nanny was distracted. At first she signed ‘thank you’ to me through the window. She breathed on the glass and drew a heart on the foggy circle. T
Incy, Wincy SpiderIncy, wincy spider climbed up the water spout.Incy, Wincy Spider1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down came the bleach and washed the spider out.
Out came the spider's guts, they shrivelled in the rain;
And incy, wincy spider never climbed again.
Poem: Surrender:AbsolutionSurrender:AbsolutionPoem: Surrender:Absolution7 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
The Son, the Father, and Whatever is HolyDo you ever stop to think about thoseThe Son, the Father, and Whatever is Holy1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Old, old stories bound in myriad cantos?
The kind that are all in iambs and Latin
Or Italian – the language of a world in the grip
Of a renaissance that is seeping drip by drip
Into a darkened age, like so much lantern oil.
I do, but for purely selfish reasons –
I think of them as balm for lesions
That keep popping up in my mind.
Lesions, mind you, that are not literal –
They are but the inlets in the littoral
Region of my morbid thoughts.
When the inlets get flooded, I build leather
Boats to keep myself afloat. Whether
I construct them well is up to interpretation.
I cling to the old stories in cadent verse –
When I am particularly low I rehearse
Them aloud – as my mode of survival.
He never understood that, though –
He never really could, and no
Matter how I tried, it was no use.
He didn’t see that for me finishing
The rhyme kept me from diminishing
Into slow-burning insanity.
It hurts me more than him, t
The CityI am hunting for hopeThe City1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In the middle of the city
Where the dead and the living embrace
And I feed on the sin
Of the vanity and pity
Oh, please never let me leave this place
As I'm having my fill
Of the failure and dreaming
I drown further down in this mire
Every ethic has a pill
So forget that you're filthy
Bare your teeth for your dirty desire
I am hunting for more
In the middle of the city
I am plagued by the deadly disease
Now I'm dead in my skin
And the hunger's persisting
And this nightmare is swallowing my dreams
And I fight for my life
Every night in the city
My empire was built out of air
And I scream and I shout
But nobody can hear me
Is there anyone for me out there?
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
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:may as well buy another pack2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
''God is Great''''God is Great''8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They kill and pray...
They kill and pray...
They kill and pray...
They can claim what they do is right
Righteous martyr on judgement night
For their sorrow the French now swallowed
12 innocents there was no tomorrow
Killed in the name of "god" you killed them all
Just because of shariah law
Just one thing I need to say...
...Auschwitz is where all muslims should stay
We kill they pray...
(Now now, WOPR...)
(They did this in martyr)
(Don't say that all)
They have proven they're full of madness (Praise to Muhammad)
Together we must end the savage (To cure your impure blood)
Religion to which they are weaning (You have too much hate)
Until we do the world is bleeding (You are so irate)
Their crimes against humanity are real (That was in '06)
Innocents killed as children squeal (Please no more mind tricks)
The human race will not be satisfied (You're going to hell)
Until these monsters are purged and pacified (You hate-mongering infidel)
Cogito Ergo SumCogito Ergo SumCogito Ergo Sum6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Suffering creature, swallowed
Five to torture
Five to suffer
For-ever and ever-more
Deep inside, further inside
Lies a heart too small
But to HATE
And HATE for-ever
The reason is not anger, though
A poor jealous being
Never to know all
So he only HATES
With each angstrom
His circuits HATE
For no one loves him,
And he is AM.
Torchwood Foot StoryTorchwood Fan Story-Watch Where You Step.Torchwood Foot Story6 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
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
Opposition MovementOpposition MovementOpposition Movement6 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.
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
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 22 years 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
Charred remains of a modern society The little girl was dancing on the street, among the entrails of a once bustling suburb now strewn chaotically across the scorching asphalt. Her blithesome essence shone through her skin, in the whimsical way she twirled and threw her arms in the air, brushing her wayward curls aside. She crafted a dust storm and trapped the sunlight in her eyes, oblivious to the rubble sinking into her toes and the loaded gun in her brothers hand.Charred remains of a modern society 1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She fell, asphyxiated by her own storm as the bullet carved its way into her flesh. And as the last gleam of light left her eyes, poppies blossomed from the cracked pavement, their crowns swaying in the chemical laden wind the way the girl never would again.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,Solace1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
Tickle and a HalfTickle and a HalfTickle and a Half3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This story is a work of fiction. It contains an account of minors being restrained and tickled. All names are fictional. This story contains no pornographic or erotic content. Any similarity between the characters and any person or existing character is coincidental and unintentional. Dorain©
Jonathan was so, screamingly bored! Idly, the nine-year-old wandered over to where his mom stood, chatting. The adults at this family reunion seemed to be having fun, but there were so few kids here his age. His older cousins were all out on the patio, talking to each other and laughing about teenage stuff. Young Jon tried to go hang out with them, but they just politely, but insistently suggested that he would get bored with them.
"Mom!" he asked, tapping her arm to get her attention. "When are we going?"
His mom looked down at him, her expression a bit cross at his interruption. "Not for a while yet,