Ways to annoy Cinema Bizarre1. Hit Shin everytime he speaks and yell "You be quiet! Darn, It's none of your business!"Ways to annoy Cinema Bizarre6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2. Convince Kiro that he's diabetic and burn his beloved candies in front of him.
3. Next time Luminor feels down, pat him in the arm and tell him, "Don't think of yourself as an ugly person...better yet, think yourself as a gorgeous monkey!"
4. Hit Strify with his pimp stick
5. Claim that the voices made you do it.
6. Pull Yu's hair.
7. When you're running errands, loose yourself on purpose. After 30 minutes (enough time to make them go bezerk) appear with an ice-cream and demand where were they.
8. Everytime Strify comes into the room, start chanting "Roses are red, violets are blue. God made me pretty, but what happened with YOU???!!!!"
9. Tell Kiro that he's so ugly that if he entered an uglyness contest, they'd tell him 'Sorry, no professionals.'
10. Throw a red ball square at Yu's forehead for an hour.
11. When he demands why did you do that, burst in tears and run to your room.
12. Write a
Music Again Chapter 17Music Again Chapter 175 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 17: What to Do in Case of an Emergency on an Elevator
"Okay, just, over this way..."
Adam led me to a limo. "Where are we going and why are you so dressed up!?" I was slightly impatient and anxious, but very excited. Adam was in a tux, his hair spiked up, he looked gorgeous. I, on the other hand, looked like a slob. I felt embarrassed. "Please don't tell me we're going to some fancy party; I don't have anything nice on..."
"No, no, honey, no party." He stuck his hand under his tux and felt around for something. The item? Adam seemed to have felt it, gave himself a brisk nod, and slid his hand out. I looked at him with a quizzical look, wondering what he was planning to do with this item.
The trees and houses passed the limo as we drove by. Camilla, Monte, and Longineu seemed to know what was happening. They even winked at Adam on the way out. What is this stupid secret nobody will tell me!?
"Adam, my birthday is--"
"October 18th, I know, this is no birthday party."
I thought h
Music Again Chapter 5Music Again Chapter 55 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5: Discovery
Finally, the concert was over. Adam took the microphone from his mouth. My head was burning. I couldn't wait to head on home. Adam put his hand on Kris's shoulder and lead him backstage. Something seemed wrong. I snuck behind the stage, following Adam's comforting voice.
"Kris, come closer." I heard Adam saying things like he would to me before we were together. My heart seemed to stop as his voice rung in my ears.
"Why don't you want to be with me, Kris? You'll get tons of new fans, honey. Forget Katy. Divorce her, or something. I'm open."
I couldn't bare it any longer. My eyes started forming a mist of tears. Feeling all of the pain in my head melt to my heart, I turned heel and ran.
I pushed past Lisa, the first tears trailing down my cheeks. "Tommy?" Lisa first asked uncertainly, but saw I was running to the door at a fast pace. "Tommy!" She screamed and ran after me.
I crashed through the door and grabbed my car keys, pressing the unlock button. My heart was
Kissing in the rain.And when we're in a middle of a fight,Kissing in the rain.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your lips come crashing down on mine.
Those are the things I miss.
Music Again Chapter 3Music Again Chapter 35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3: Awakening
I groaned and my eyes opened slowly. My head hurt like hell, but a cool, wet rag was spread across it. Adam was hovering over me. His eyes were full of worry. "You're awake," he sighed of relief.
Lisa was there too. "If you remember, you smashed your face into a closed door." Everything was spinning, and finally it all came into focus. "That's one nasty bruise you have on your head," Lisa informed me as she lifted the rag slightly. Heat burned my head as the rag was lifted off. "Ow," I exclaimed and Lisa carefully put the rag back. "Sorry," she apologized. The relief of cool water came back to my skin.
Adam placed his hand on mine and looked at me, unsure if I was okay. I gave him a reassuring smile and he sighed. "You had me scared out of my skin," Adam whispered. Lisa nodded. "Literally," she added, "The second you slammed into the door, Adam shot out of his seat and flew down to you like a torpedo. It was like, first he was sitting next to me, and then I blink
What are they....What are they....3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You don't know me right now, but trust me, I look just like you!
Let me tell you about myself!
I'm a boy, that has brown hair, and blue eyes just like you mommy!
You don't know me but when you figure out who I am, I bet you well be proud and happy!
Today you told daddy about your little tube that appeared a cross after you urinated.
You seemed to be surprised to me!
When you told dad he seemed angry.
I don't think you noticed though.
You said later that night that you enjoyed and loved me so.
I love you too Mommy!
The next day, daddy had a weird smell in his mouth... He punched you.
And he hurt you. I heard your heart that soothed me to sleep, is now beating really fast!
I got scared. You jumped back and put your hands on me to protect me.
I don't like daddy. He is scary. The other day he came up to you and apologized.
I still think he is a bad man. When I grow up, I will make sure no one will hurt you!
Tonight, you didn't talk to me or touch me, or even sing. You usually do,
Master Plan Chapter 19Master Plan Chapter 195 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 19: Valentine's Day
"Don't open your eyes yet!" Adam's warm hands were draped over my eyes. "What is it you want to show me so badly!?" I complained as Adam kept telling me to walk forward. "Just keep going," He reminded me.
"Okay, open your eyes."
My eyes flew open to a room. Not just any room. It had fire in the fireplace going, candles around the room, and it smelled like warm vanilla. The lights were dimmed. A bunch of rose petals and candles surrounded a little box in the middle of the room. Adam's hands were on my shoulders and I felt his hot breath on my neck. "Happy Valentine's Day," he whispered. My heart was defiantly pounding. I slowly walked over to the gift. "Can I open it?" I asked Adam. "Whenever you want, Glitterbaby." He murmured sexily.
I smiled and pulled the red, silk ribbon off of the silver, glittery and sparkling box. The tag said: "I love you, Tommy. -Adam" I sighed silently and gently slid the velvet box from the dazzling wrapping paper. I opened the l
Music Again Chapter 2Music Again Chapter 25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: Black Lipstick
Flashes of the dream still stuck in my brain. I sighed and I felt a familiar hand gliding down my side. "You're finally awake," Adam said. It was the morning of February 19th. I yawned and turned over to Adam's beautiful face and sighed.
"You were talking in your sleep," Adam whispered. "Oh, sorry..." I muttered. "What did I say?" Adam grinned and looked down for a moment. "First... were you dreaming about me?" I turned red. "Yes."
Adam snickered. "'Cause you did say things like 'I'll stay,' 'What?' and something that made me smile. 'Adam.' You said it very dreamily too." Embarrassed, I shifted. "Uh, I was kind of dreaming about when I met you and you asked to talk to me in private, but instead we sort of made out..."
He smiled. "Oh yeah, I remember that. Except you were to freaked out to kiss back." I laughed a little. "Yeah, about that..."
Adam leaned forward and stopped. He put his hand behind my head and pulled me to his face and forced me into a kis
Music Again Chapter 8Music Again Chapter 85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 8: Broken Open... literally
My eyes slowly slid open to see Adam's pale and worried face. I yawned and looked at the room around me. I was in a hospital. In a room with the news on a small, dinky TV.
I turned to Adam. "I thought I died there," I muttered. Adam smiled weakly, gray streaks of eyeliner dried on his cheeks. I grinned as Adam moved a bit closer to me. "You should wash up your makeup, sweetie. You look like a depressed Joker."
Adam snickered and stood up. "Well, at least I know you didn't lose your brain." I laughed as he stepped into the bathroom. I heard water running and splashing. After a few minutes, the rarely revealed Adam Lambert came out. Not one dash of makeup on his face. Just the natural, beautiful Adam.
He plopped himself back on the hospital bed and I examined my body. My left arm was in a cast and so was my right leg. There was something around my ribcage and it went around my back. I gently moved my right arm up and felt the stitches in the
Master Plan Chapter 8Master Plan Chapter 85 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 8: Hotel Party
Adam was cracking up as he was jumping on the bed. Monte and me were screaming "Party!" It was about two weeks since New Year's Day.
Adam came over. "Yeah?" He huffed. "Why don't you chuck that TV out the window?" I dared him. Adam laughed. "Sure, why not!?"
He ripped the flat-screen TV from the wall and threw it out the window with no hesitation. The glass shattered and he watched the TV smash to the ground far, far below.
Adam turned to a camera man and screamed, "Yeah!" And held up the 'Rock on!' sign. We all laughed.
Lisa sat in the corner, holding the remote, crying and moaning, "You're so pretty!" I had no clue what was wrong with her. She was acting like it was her dog that got killed! Maybe she had a little too much to drink.
We were all watching Adam's music video. My heart skipped a beat when Adam did the smirk. "Adam, come over here!" Monte called to Adam. He came up and snuggled under me, which made me very embarrassed.
Good Morning"Good Morning"Good Morning2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I read those two words aloud
Imagining your voice
Your lips whispering
Them gently into my ear
And then I'd smile
And say "Good Morning" too
As I'd let myself remember
Just how much i loved you
But now I look down
And all I see are two measly words
Sent from your fingers
Instead of your lips.
And while I tell myself
Those two words are enough
That your love and mine
Can traverse a hundred miles
A thousand miles
And still appear just as strong
Just as pure
And I worry, I fear
That my love may not
Be enough to keep you happy
And that one day
Just the memory of you
Won't be enough
To keep my tears away.
And every time I think that
Every time I let my worries attack
I feel my heart begin to break
Because in my heart
You're becoming someone
I can't live without
Even though I already am
And while it might be
The best way to save my heart
I don't want to say "Goodbye"
So I'll just say "Good Morning"
And wait for your reply.
Music Again Chapter 9Music Again Chapter 95 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 9: Sleeping Alone
For the first time in months, me and Adam were sleeping in separate beds.
The hotel bed was way too small even for me. I wanted to turn over, but moving hurt every bone in my body. I sighed and looked at Adam, who was curled up on the crappy hospital couch. Poor Adam. He looked very uncomfortable on the mint-green cushions.
I stared at him, his body slowly rising and falling. He could just go home and sleep on his own, comfortable bed, but instead he was staying here and putting up with me. I silently thanked Adam for loving stupid, crazy me. He could be with your normal, average, smart Kris, but instead he stayed with me. Of all wonderful people in the world... me.
Adam seemed to be twitching. He was dreaming. I started to get worried as Adam started to sweat. Trying to get up, I cursed under my breath. I couldn't get up. Adam looked like he was in a nightmare.
"ADAM!" I sharply called.
He gasped and his eyes snapped open. The second his ocean eyes met my de
Music Again Chapter 11Music Again Chapter 115 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 11: Cinnamon Rolls
"And they're alive!" Longineu announced and I laughed. Adam played with my bangs and pushed my wheelchair to the table. I couldn't wait to get into crutches. I'd finally be able to play my bass guitar again.
A pang of sorrow stabbed at my heart. I missed my guitar. It seemed like ages ever since I've strummed the notes and heard the heavenly music flow through my ears.
Before I knew it, a plate of cinnamon rolls with icing dripping off the sides was placed before us all. The luscious scent drifted into my nose and I eagerly grabbed three of them.
"Whoa, Tommy, we're hungry too!" Lisa complained as the three brown rolls with the most icing plopped on my plate. I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm injured. The injured go first."
She gaped. "Oh no you didn't!" Monte snorted and cracked up in laughter. Longineu joined in seconds later and then Adam. Lisa sounded like a high school girl. She soon started laughing too, and by then Monte had tumbled out of his chair an
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
I Have The Letters.I Have The Letters.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have the letters, I just can't find the words.
According to the Oxford dictionary there are 171,476 words in the English language currently in use. You'd think out of 171,476 words, thousands of songs and endless quotes, and whatever else it is that people use nowadays to get the point across; I could find the means to put a simple sentence together.
I hate those days.
The days when the words have no flow. There is no rhythm, no rhyme. Just an endless thought process, jumbled and unable to make any sense of things. I don't understand. Words have always been easy. I've never been at a loss of what to say. And when I can't create my own, there are song lyrics. Chances are your feelings are not unique. Everyone has felt like you at one point or another. There is someone out there who can relate. You just don't know this yet. Or maybe you do. But as soon as I start thinking about this I am at a loss.
The letters are there. I just can't find the words I need. The words I need to make you
Kurt Cobain's Suicide NoteKurt Cobain's Suicide Note11 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.
All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.
For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust
Wait for meWait for me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You pulled my body to yours
Your lips taste like June
And your skin like summer rain
Wait for me,and I'll come-soon.
I want to know your dreams.
The ones on the inside of your eyelids
Those wrapped into the smell of my lashes
And the purple dust I'll always need.
I live for the touch of your fingers.
Then,our bodies start to burn.
I need you close,so close.
Wait for me,and I'll return.
Don't let the snow take our love.
Without your love,there is no me.
Cause I have no ordinary lucks.
And I have no ordinary sins.
You should know I'll always be there.
We left marks on each other's skin.
For us,there is no end.
I'll stand beside you when you leave.
WastelandWasteland3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eliot hunched his shoulders against the wind, the relentless sand picking at the seals of his gloves and headgear trying to find a way inside. He watched the glow of the sun disappear beyond the horizon, his waking period now fully begun.
It had been weeks since he'd seen another soul, perhaps years. Who kept count of such things anymore anyways?
The last city he'd abandoned to the ravages of this dust bowl planet had been a graveyard, he'd taken what he could carry, what little food and fresh water remained before the decay and vermin forced him back into the desert, back to his search for living humans.
There had to be more, they were so prolific on this rock before the coming, had spread so far, achieved so much. He'd visited countless monuments to the species' achievement here, each sprawling steel and glass expanse a testament to human drive and ambition, each barren, vacant ghost-town a reminder that the planet doesn't welcome strangers, doesn't tolerate intrusion.
Getting Published the Hard WayGETTING PUBLISHED: THE TRADITIONAL WAYGetting Published the Hard Way5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
A tutorial by M. Alice Chown
If, like me, you have stories lying around gathering virtual dust on your hard drive, why not send them out to a publisher? You have nothing to lose. A couple of years ago, I attended the launch of an annual Canadian short story anthology, called Tesseracts 10. I knew one of the authors whose speculative fiction piece had been included in the book. Matthew Johnson and I had taken the same creative writing course. Our former prof, author, Robert Sawyer, was there at the launch too, as well as the editors of the anthology. Those who had contributed a story to Tesseracts 10 took turns saying a few words about their piece. Matt talked about his joy at learning that after so many rejections his humble tale about soup of all things had made it into print. Most surprising to me, however, were the words of the pretty, brunette author. She was just 19, a University of Toronto student, and her short story had been her very first
DreamtakerDreamtaker3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
SLIPPING Slipping slipping
I almost had it right in my palms
AWAY Away away
My eyes open wide like my lungs
GASPING Gasping gasping
Accumulated back into this world as I awake
PAIN Pain pain
Gathering the moments of the dream before it fades
REAPING Reaping reaping
My desired world is always taken from me
FAITH Faith faith
I never wanted it to be make belief
FEELING Feeling feeling
That unaware sensation is being ripped
BLAME Blame blame
But it's as if I am the one that is torn to shreds