Simonette : Datelized Chapter 2-First DateBefore Simon and Jeanette went out to have a date, Simon asked Alvin about dating while Jeanette was asking Brittany the same, dating.Simonette : Datelized Chapter 2-First Date4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Umm..Alvin, I need your help." said Simon.
"I know. It's about dating, right?" said Alvin.
"How did you know?" Simon asked Alvin.
"Yesterday, you and Jeanette were playing chess. I heard that Jeanette was asking you to date or not." said Alvin.
"So, any ideas about dating, Mr.Awesome Alvin?" Simon asked Alvin.
"Well, just imagine that date is like hanging out with someone." said Alvin.
"That's all?" said Simon.
"Yeah, I guess." said Alvin.
As Simon gets ready to dress up, Jeanette and Brittany were talking about dating.
"C'mon Britt, you don't want your sister to be sad, depressed, don't you?" said Jeanette.
"I'm thinking." said Brittany, thinking.
"Aah, here's one. Just think that dating is like hanging out with someone. Also, while your dating, talk about things like hi favorite band, or something." said Brittany.
"Got it! Any more idea
BTC - Titanic 1997 film reviewBTC - Titanic 1997 film review4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Burning Through Celluloid Reviews
Told from the perspective of an elderly woman named Rose Calvert (the late Gloria Stuart) as she describes how many years ago, she was Rose DeWitt Bukater (Kate Winslet), engaged to the arrogant heir of a steel factory Caledon Nathan Hockley (Billy Zane) and feels suffocated by her lack of choice in her life with being forced to uphold her high-class status while onboard a transport ship heading to America. Her life is forever changed when she meets a penniless artist named Jack Dawson (Leonardo DiCaprio) who manages to get her to break free of her bonds as they shortly fall deeply in love with each other. But, as we already know before this movie even started, the ship they are on is the doomed RMS Titanic as it hits an iceberg and, inevitably, sinks .
and so do we the audience, sinking into our chairs with the ungodly length of this film 3 f*cking hours geez Cameron, at least "Avatar" was 30 minutes shorter in comparison to t
Meet Me In The Pouring Rain It was just another typical night at the Seville household. Dave was still at a meeting for work. Alvin was just sitting in the living room playing video games. Theodore was cooking dinner. Nothing exciting. In the basement were two chipmunks working hard at a science project for class. These two studious munks never seemed to get distracted by anything when working. Tonight, Simon couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She was wearing skinny blue jeans that showed off her perfect hips. A purple v-neck long sleeved shirt and black flats went along with this. Half of her hair was pulled out of her face while the rest was hanging loosely around her beautiful face with slight makeup on it. Who can forget those cute, purple glasses of hers? She was just perfect. He has been catching himself staring at her like this a lot lately, but he just couldn't help himself. There has been a feeling he has been getting since they started high school. Now being juniors, he felt that he should dMeet Me In The Pouring Rain4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cracked Jars of Sunshine - Part ICracked Jars of Sunshine - Part I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everything had a price.
She wasn't sure when she first realized this. When the bitter thought had slipped itself into the back of her head as a carefully guided needle to helpless little balloon. It may have been when she was old enough to wobble unsteadily on her own bare feet. Back then, her and her mother had been on some remote planetshe couldn't even remember why or the name of itonly that her mother worked hard. Worked honestly. There were other twi'leks with them and she played often in warm sun and the fresh tilled earth worked by her mother and many others. There was planting. There was singing. There was laughter. Half-formed memories of childhood they were; things that during her darkest hours she would reach out with her minds eye and cradle them to her for comfort.
In the beginning, her mother smiled and laughed too. She could almost remember the way her mothers eyes would crinkle when she did. She remembered her mothers stories of her home pl
Simon Hot Tub StorySimon took off his hoodie and laid it aside, then slowly slipped his body down into the warm water of the hot tub. He let out a long sigh, relaxing as he sank further into the nice hot water. It felt good on his fur, and he was more than content to sit there, taking in the refreshing warmth that spread from the bottom of his feet to the tip of his tail.Simon Hot Tub Story5 years ago in Romance More Like This
The concert tour had brought them to a secluded little ski lodge, up in the mountains somewhere, far away from the ravenous crowds and the omnipresent paparazzi. He really didn't mind all of the attention, none of them did, Alvin least of all. But Dave had said that sometimes it's necessary just to get away from it all for a little while in order to rest up and recharge, and Simon couldn't agree more. So when Alvin and Theodore decided to go play in the snow outside the lodge, Simon decided it was the perfect opportunity for a little alone time.
And what bett
NaNoWriMo Text Prompts 81.) He always grew misty eyed when he heard the bagpipes, it reminded him of her, of the stories she would tell of her home and the endless green hills. It didn't hit him until he put his hand down on her head stone, his wrinkled and age spotted hands pale against granite--that he was hearing them in a graveyard. Sharply, he jerked his head upward to the rolling fog creeping in.NaNoWriMo Text Prompts 84 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2.) You know...when you were Queen of the Dead it was really damn hard to get a prom date.
3.) They all gaped at the knight as he emerged from the gigantic cave unscathed, unmarked and un-burnt with his encounter of the dragon. Behind him, tongue rolling out happily and each step causing the ground to tremor came the dragon: faithful as a dog. Jaws gaping and eyes wide, they crowded around him and begged him the secret of how he tamed it. He laughed and smiled charmingly, telling them even a Knight needed his secrets.
Later that night as he lay on his pillow, his wife's arms around him and nearly drifting aslee
when you're not as much human as you are monsterevery human died. i'm still here.when you're not as much human as you are monster4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Because of You"Are you all right?" He asked, I could hear the worry. "Do you need anything?" I didn't need to open my eyes to know that he was probably standing there, brows wrinkling suddenly and a small frown of concern.Because of You4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"M-hmmm", I answered the first. "M-m," I hummed for the second, shaking my head. I could smell themthey were bright, sunshine, daisies of love and leaves of laughter. In comparison to the no-smell of hospital sheets, the chill of sterilized things, they stood out in the room like fire in the rain.
"I brought you"
"Flowers," I said, opening my eyes. Now a days, I can see shapes sometimes. If I tip my head up and a bit to the right. If I look at things askance, I can still pick out shapes. I can't see his face anymore but I know his shape. It's imprinted in the bed of my mind and in my heart. And even though I can't see his face, I remember the way his eyes glitter-glowed with a smile at seeing me.
"How did you know?" He seemed mor
How To Be Lonelyi.How To Be Lonely5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first step to acceptance is to be like others. Like a flower, almost, in your pleated skirt and saddle shoes, starched white blouse radiant, you stand in the coat room of Mrs.Lund's first grade classroom and wish you had worn something, anything, different. Afraid to venture in to the snarling maw of children that would encompass you and swallow you whole, you stand shivering in the musky stench of rain boots and plaid coats until the teacher, fed up, steers you by the arm to the office and insists to speak with the principal. You know he'll phone your mother, but for some reason you don't care as you gaze in to the sticky circular patterns in the wallpaper and glance at the stack of manila envelopes on the secretaries desk that she meticulously sifts through while humming underneath her breath. She doesn't look at you. You're blending in.
You lose your virginity in a coat room, soggy from an afternoon shower, fumbling with his zipper though your hands are numb from the cold
what humans do0:00what humans do5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
she met him when she was fifteen, stupid, and willing to do anything to get out of her own head. it was winter, new snow sticking to the ground in snowbanks - like a naked blanket, cold on cold with ice. houses were lined up on the streets, chimneys blaring smoke, colors sticking out against the sky's dull grays. cars rolled by, marking the streets all with the same, parallel tracks, like fingerprints with chains attached. thick exhaust fills her senses.
he seemed weird to her. not because of his cocky, laid-back appearance, but because of the complete fresh and virgin ardor he gave her. it wasn't that kind of sense you get when you're born - the average, cliche smell, taste, touch, sight - but when you pass the age of twelve or thirteen.
he was the untouchable, the near-unforgivable. the sweet fruit to adolescence. the thing you taste when you want something new - lips on lips, tongues tying, tugging on piercings - the umph to the skinny jeans, the belt loops
I broke her at noonI broke her at noon.I broke her at noon5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was one of those fall days where it's still warm, but the smell of autumn tingles your brain as it seeps in your nose unseen. Her apartment on Hollywood Boulevard could be mine if I wanted it, but it all seemed to be too much for too little: a tight space for a big name. And while I'd had fun with the game, it was over.
We'd played for months. She would never call me back, and then when all seemed lost she would call in the frantic need to talk to me. To talk to me about them. And that's what I swam in when she pulled me into her pool of porcelain ghosts of men who I knew nothing about; I swam in their clinky, creepy aftermath. She was in pieces, and I was dancing between the delicacy of these easily shattered icons she erected in her memory of them.
Last night, when she called, I would not come.
Later last night, when she called, I would not come.
After midnight, when she called beggi
quite a pairwe died once.quite a pair5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
do you remember?
she must have bled lead,
we decided. she should have
never been allowed to drive
anything more than a golf-
cart. but we let her, time
and time again.
he smiled, and i fell again.
it just took one smile from her
and he was gone, yesterday's
early morning mist stood not
a chance against the morning's
could you tell me how to disappear completely,
i can't seem to do it on my own.
everything becomes too bright for me
to see clearly, sensory overload moving
at a snail's pace. a mass of color,
people who have their own flavors of existence
and no guarantee on how far they will go.
i tried to write for myself today,
but i kept thinking of all the words
i never spoke when i had the chance.
but i always seem to have another chance
without the right words to describe.
it's one forty-five and i don't know
what i'm going to do now 'cause
you're a thorn in my side
causing a pleasant pain i never
want to be without.
Nature.Nature is seclusion, nature is my home.Nature.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A peaceful home, away from the city sounds, far away from the dc politics and freak-show harlots.
Is nature death? What is death? Is it bad? evil? No. It's a long dark sleep, it's blind and deaf and mystery surrounds it. So is nature death? Possibly.
Peace, peace is the ultimately reason for death, it's also the reason to be around complete nature. But why death? Because death is dark, when I think of nature I think of dark green, I think of being alone.
Darkness surrounds me, all alone I wait for my reincarnation. I observe life creation within nature, I feel the life creation within death.
It is not sad or agnsty, it is what it is... And I love it. Death is not to be feared, but you must also remain wary of it. Same with nature, nature should not be feared but in nature lurks evil.
Color me green, all these things unforeseen. Follow me free, can't see, what I'll never be. Just be, just me, just free.
When It's Over& it broke my heartWhen It's Over5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I put that jar
back on the shelf
the one that used to
hold the years between
the winter of year six
& my grandmother
killing a butterfly
for me to keepsake.
& it broke my heart
so I put you
back on the shelf
your voice sounds so
I always thought it was mine.
the bitter taste
of someone who
will never be like you
& I really don't
want them to be
you are the one place,
the one tack on the map
that never stayed the same
but never strayed.
& you broke my heart
so I put myself
on the shelf.
turned out the lights.
A memory of Sun - Part IIA memory of Sun - Part II4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Her mother had been beautiful once. Before the drugs had taken her to a place where sense nor sanity no longer lived. Before Javoran snake-bellied into her life to flicker-whisper lies and use the back of his knuckles to speakpinpricks of his fingers blushed darker cerulean in her mother's skin often. Jahnya often thought that the color of her mother's bruised skin is what the sky might look like if it was cruelly crushed. Part of her mother's beauty, she had always thought, was the traditional head piece that she'd worn before Javoran bought her something new. Something gaudy and studded with fake stones, something flashy and as fake as the life he'd given Jahnya's mother.
The head piece had a thick band of ancient brown hide. Edged in metal that Jahnya imagined the hands of many women of her clan had once touchedstaining it bronze-gold with their fingerprints--a simplistic, elegant center piece of metal rested on the brow. A circle in the middle with two column
hollowfalling in lovehollow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is like plucking ribs, and
each time you've fallen
you're another bone closer
to cardiac arrest
Arachnid LoveTraveling over sticks and stonesArachnid Love4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A wayward lover is coming home
The wind whistles and harshly blows
But even that can't drown out the sound
Never to emerge again
A spider entered his lady's den
Thoraces were hanging everywhere
Her abdomen loomed--white and bare
Afraid, he took the thread to seek, and
Nature told him what to speak
Awed eyes sparkled in recognition, and she
Embraced him in a quick decision
Languid love followed repetition
Evening came and the moon looked down
At arachnid lovers together bound
Glared at he who lay so still
Leered at she who made the kill...But his dead
Eyes stared back, happy and filled
Traveling over sticks and stones
The wayward lover has come on home
The wind whistles and harshly blows
But even that can't drown out the sound...of arachnid love.
MovementOne poet's verseMovement5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a timid breath
while another poet's
is a rushing wind
A dog won't chase after a
hungoverwaking up is hard whenhungover4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have you sitting on my
printblue windows, he saysprint4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
why can't i have all the blinds,
choosy birds and clouded eyes
too wide open, he knows
but the winged fingers, beaked lips
and beaming eyes
are all too tempting-
why can't he have it all,
the rivered skies and blurred
whites, the flaking palms and
kaleidoscope eyes, branched feet
and lipped suns,
but the newsprint says no,
too far from glass it says, and he knows,
but blue windows lie.
cancer handshoney, you should have knowncancer hands4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm one of those tasteful girls
with all those tongues hidden
in her bones
and not one of those watered down ones
wasting their time with fake, ersatz tastes,
but the pilled, the ones that can be
and can't kill
with cancer hands
Sticks and bonessheSticks and bones5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are snowflakes
in her eyes;
she's the type of girl
who keeps her secrets
between the ridges
of her vertebrae,
the nerves. One
gasp after another,
petal skin is
s t r e t c h e d
over her (sparrow's)
[she couldn't bring herself to