Pour VousIn your head, you are never alone.Pour Vous5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is never an echoing emptiness when you
Think of old, blood-stained memories
Or of conversations past,
Though they have all lost their sound
And the emotion that they once held.
"It is wrong," they mutter to you,
"To be at home inside your skull."
They tell you that the only way you can be
Free is if you unstitch your lips
And speak to people who just don't understand.
"But is it wrong," you wonder,
"To want to tear your skin apart
So that you may prove at last that you are
Just as human as they are?"
"Is it so wrong to only feel lonely when
You are surrounded by them and
Their obsession with perfection?"
"Is it wrong to think a little differently
To someone who will never know normality?"
In your head, you are never
A l o n e.
Even Angels FallHey...you.Even Angels Fall6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Yeah, you. Don't give me that look. I'm just talking to you, amn't I? You look sad, and I thought telling you I'm sad too would help. Or that everyone around you is crying secretly.
I know that your life is hard, but you're not the only one with some heartbreak. Everybody has some thing that they keep locked inside, something that breaks them down.
Don't believe me?
Fine. Let me tell you some stories.
See that girl over there? The pretty one with the blonde hair and blue eyes, small nose, tan skin? Carrying her math book, talking to a small posse of laughing girls? They're heading for the benches, and they're smiling like they don't have a single worry. She's one of the popular girls, isn't she? Therefore, she must be the happiest girl on earth.
Actually, she's not.
Look at her. She's skinny, right? A bit too skinny. You can count her ribs, can't you. It's because of what her mother said.
She called her fat, you know. That girl took it to heart, and she's starving herself. H
flightless birdThe Little Girl who's Mother was a Flightless Birdflightless bird6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Here is a glittering twilight purple and silent. Rolling hills and distant winds chiming distant voices. A lone spindly tree holding only half of it's leaves and a lone figure underneath it keeping the rest of them company. A little girl.
She had never been a normal child with a moral life nor had she ever been entertained by conventional things. She was a sick child both in body and mind.
Every once in awhile while she would get sick and have to stay in bed for months. During these times she eventually became adjusted to the unrelenting pain. She would not cry out... yet, her heart was weak you see, as often weak as her spirit and far less secretive.
They sit under a poplar tree when the twilight was cold but forgiving she ponders all of this.
As the feathered death fluttered between her cold fleshy digits she found a sense of glee, she had not found this often or many times before sitting underneath that poplar tree.
A Liar's Excuse"Dare you to jump" (You think you can)A Liar's Excuse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A suicidal praise
To steal words of the mockingbird
To try and win with 26 royal flushes with only 2 cards
And one erected finger in defiance. "Dare you."
Slumbers to invoke dreams of
Illusionists and Jokers
Who do you think you are? Interrupting one's dreams
Bring yourself to a secluded world, dragging others in
Place that rusty, bloody object on your head! Crown your self queen of this corn
And of me
You seem to have an everlasting fountain
With cheery clothing
Blue eyes with violent, witty intent
Your soul is waving and slapping ever so greatly against my individualism
So breathe like it was your first and first among this world
Let the air make you fly then drop you cold and useless in your delirium
"You deserve it."
Don't stop until the northern lights become your cape
The stars your jewelry
Because you know you're worth it
Oh so worth it
Even if the other damn you, like me
So eternal bliss fall to your feet
The Players' EpilogueSUPERFLUOUS CHARACTER X: That was all very well, of course; exceedingly tragic, you know, positively heart-wrenchingThe Players' Epilogue7 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
SUPERFLUOUS CHARACTER Y: I wouldnt go that far.
X: But what about us? I mean, what are we, pond scum or something?
Y: I do believe were the comic relief.
X: No farewell speech, no rending cry of pain at the end of lifenothing but a snicker from that brat of a protagonist in celebration of his infinite cleverness at having our poor heads whacked off instead of his own. He, of course, gets two pages of script on which to elaborate. And what do we get? Diddly. As usual.
Y: I would have been happy with a short monologue. You know, earlier on.
X: (Sighing.) But, alas, it could only have been a dialogue of sorts. For we are but Siamese twins in this grand play of life. Where one goes, the other must follow closely on. What one says, the other must echo in due fashion.
Y: Siamese twins? But were
X: I was being metaphorical
Furries: Srs BiznessFurries have seemed to infect the internet over the years and are growing even more popular by the day. It all starts out with small, cute little ears on top of the internet personas head and then all of the sudden it hits. Yes, the furry virus hits. Those little cat ears poking through the personas hair basically explodes to coat any sort of human traits left on the body with fur. Paws form, claws grow, snouts appear where the noses were, legs snap to form some messed up version of hind legs. Take a bit of human, take a bit of animal, smash the two together and then we form a furry.Furries: Srs Bizness6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Of course, thats fine I suppose. It truly isnt my cup of tea, but if the person wants to draw or describe their internet persona as a humanized dog; all the power to them. Ill continue to draw myself as I look for my DeviantART IDs and the furries can draw themselves as cats, dogs, wolves, foxes, all mixed in with a touch of human. I can stand the art as well becau
Burden of ProofLet us, for a moment, assume that I exist.Burden of Proof7 years ago in Humor More Like This
That would be most convenient, since I am the guy writing this. If I dont exist, then I am not writing this, and you are reading something existentially impossible. So, if you would be so kind to agree on the fact of my mere existence, Id be much obliged.
And, let us assume that Time, and the Universe, are infinite.
A bit of a stretch, I know, but read Stephen Hawkings A brief history of Time and you will be convinced of this fact. Either that, or your brain has melted. Either is equally possible.
As a logical conclusion, every possible chance in an infinity of time is a mathematical certainty.
Of course. If there is a chance that something will happen, and the chance is repeated an infinite amount of times, it is bound to happen some time, sooner or later.
And it doesnt matter if it is sooner or later, because we have an infinite amount of time to spare. Its like flipping a
101 Rules of RPGs100 Rules of RPGs101 Rules of RPGs5 years ago in Humor More Like This
1.Crispin Freeman is in here somewhere, find him!
2. Don't fuck with the chickens.
3. If it's cute, it will kick your ass.
4. Cats, there will be one.
5. The bigger the tits are, the more the woman lies.
6. You will overcome your rival.
7. The less bits, the better the music.
8. Someone has a sister/brother/mother/father complex.
9. There will be Mary-Sues.
10. Either you'll get laid, or the girl of your dreams will get shanked.
11. God's an ass.
12. You can survive all falls, just roll.
13. So what if the water is only knee-deep? You can't swim!
14. Your ride can change completely depending on the color.
15. Beware of sequels.
16. Gender-benders exist, and chances are they will kick your ass.
17. Someone will fight a family member.
18. "I just died in your arms tonight~!"
19. If you glow, chances are you're genetically enhanced.
20. Never trust a Wise Man.
21. Soldier A will always die. It's the same as the Red Shirt Rule.
22. If you can't go on, talk to everyone.
The LionSometimes, I just want you toThe Lion6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dont be hurt. Just understand. Understand the nuances in my timid voice. Understand how I can't reach out to hold you up. Understand that you were always supposed to be my strong one. Understand that when I rest my hand in your rough palm Im remembering how long Ive been for you
and for you only
Sometimes, I just want you to
Not because you
lately we've been dreamingWordspill:lately we've been dreaming6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I have been watching the pot for boiling. It attracts flies, hairy ones with legs dappled in tartar sauce, the shadows of your dreams, speckled across like fabric. When they near my ear, I bat them away, nervous, a palm shelled with cotton string, carrot sticks for fingers.
I want my brothers when they still laughed at fart jokes, and I want my grandmother when she still lived in San Francisco and it rained and I told her I was going to be a veterinarian up on a mountaintop so I could take care of all the wild cats and boars when they were sick, and they would all love me and I would never be alone. My father will only eat fish and chips when we go out to eat. My mother says she is starving.
I have want, I say. I have need. But these are lies, because I live in a nice house with a backyard I don't remember and telephone poles and security wires and roof shingles like big strong prisoner arms that refuse to let me go, caging me inside little cream-colored boxes, and I
Guide to Fantasy CreaturesA Field Guide to Fantasy CreaturesGuide to Fantasy Creatures9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Banshee - A woman, dressed in white, who makes appearances to sing or recite poetry the night before a loved one is to die. Until very recently (when new legislation was introduced to protect consumers) life insurance companies frequently cancelled policies upon reports of banshee sightings. Great care must be taken to distinguish between banshee singing and banshee yodeling, as the latter merely indicates that you will, at some point tonight, accidentally ram your shin into the coffee table.
Basilisk - The origin of the phrase "If looks could kill." The basilisk is a small lizard-like creature hatched from the egg of a serpent. It secretes a venom so toxic that not even Keith Richards can survive it, and even its gaze is instantly deadly. Consequently many modern, peace-loving basilisks are forced to wear blindfolds in order to have any interactions with normal society; even so they have difficulty securing Prom dates, and are fr
QuotesIt takes happiness to love life, but sorrow to understand why.Quotes11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Boredom is your mind's way of saying that you aren't doing all that you can do with your life.
Love lasts forever, but only if you know how to express it.
Manipulation is a skill to get everything you can out of life.
Freedom is not acheived by removing the shackles of your hands, but removing the shackles of your mind.
The distance one perceives is judged by the value it is to get there.
The mind's eye can only help you so much with love; the rest is blind.
Fight for what you believe in only if the reqard is greater than the pain endured.
Knowledge is not what you perceive from your surroundings, but what you perceive from within.
Time has lasted 4.6 billion years. Nothing can stop it so its best if you do all you can with your life with the time you have now.
Love is the same as chaos: it destroys, it creates, and you have no clue how to stop it.
You can know every fact ever said in any dictionary o
Russia -Ivan- FactsTen Russia[Ivan] FactsRussia -Ivan- Facts5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
1. "The Russian flag used to be white with a single blue stripe until Ivan discovered the lead pipe and decided to pay Latvia a visit."
2. "Regan didn't tear down the Berlin wall. Russia just uses that as a metaphor for taking Germany's virginity"
3. "Russia decides when it's time to D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-duel, not Yugi"
4. "It's cold in Russia not because of it's geographical location but because Vanya's smile scared all the happy thoughts away"
5. "Russia's scarf is pink not because he likes the color, but because he stole it from a baby Lithuania"
6. "Russia can't have a heart attack, he attacks the hearts"
7. "America didn't buy Alaska from Russia, he just took one step closer to becoming one with him"
8. "When you pwn newbs with the Hammer in SuperSmash Bros. you're actually unleashing the wrath of Ivan's proletariat"
9. "Russia carries a sunflower because the Russian word for 'flower', muka, sounds like mooka, the Russian word for torture"
10. "That tingling from
Tribute to the Smooth Criminal"Believe it or not, there was an age where Michael Jackson was a god."Tribute to the Smooth Criminal5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
~Douglas "The Nostalgia Critic" Walker, Moonwalker Movie Review
"I think Dave Chappelle said it best: he made...Thriller."
~James "The Angry Video Game Nerd" Rolfe, Moonwalker Game Review
"Michael Jackson buries them all!"
The music world lost a legend today...
At one point, he was considered a god among men.
He serenaded the world with his smooth voice...
Dazzled the world with amazing dancing skills...
And won over the hearts of millions.
Now...all of that is but a fond memory.
As the King of Pop...has died.
Though he may be gone in flesh and blood,
His soulful spirit will continue to live on.
Aspiring musicians and music artists will carry the torch,
And older music vets will, somehow, pay homage to him.
RIP Michael Jackson - August 28th, 1958 to June 25th, 2009
England X Shy! Reader X AmericaEngland X Shy! Reader X America2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was all a joke. I was so stupid to have trusted him. I gave my love and he didn’t give it any importance. It hurts so much. So this is what it feels to be betrayed, rejected and heartbroken.
I forced myself not to cry because if I did, I would ruin my makeup that was put on by my aunt for an hour.
Tonight was a big night because the prom is taking place and it’s also this time that I broke up with my boyfriend, Alfred F. Jones but I recently found out that he was just playing with my feelings and it broke my heart into pieces.
I was such an idiot to believe those words he told me.
No, I have to get him off of my mind and focus on what’s in front of me. I took another deep breath, gripping the hem of my cocktail then went inside where I was greeted by the one in charge of preparing tonight’s event. She gave me a gate pass and I handed it to the security guard. I walked in but I stumbled forward because someone bumped me.
I whipped my head and instead of tellin
The Curiosity ShopThe shopkeeper stands behind a wooden counter, elegantly carved and pockmarked with age. He is neither young nor old; there are small transformations in his features and expression, from moment to moment, that make it impossible to guess his age. These changes are so remarkable that, all by themselves, they prevent his face from being forgettable.The Curiosity Shop6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The ceiling of his shop is nearly invisible through a mass of dangling kites from Japan and China. Antique umbrella stands and rapiers in leather scabbards line the floor and walls. The rows of towering shelves are packed with joke rubber vomit and red-hot candies, baskets of delicate seashells and specimens in jars of formaldehyde.
A bell over the door jingles to announce new arrivals, and most days the shopkeeper sees a stream of interested customers. University students breeze through the stacks, humming along with the music coming through their earbuds and flicking their eyes around curiously. Occasionally they stop moving completely and
You're SpecialYou know what I love? People who lie. People who speak half-truths and quarter-truths and sometimes ten-and-a-fourth-truths. All those ugly, stupid people. People who compare you to a summer's day or a flower because they love you.You're Special6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Well, I love you, too.
I love you lots and lots. I promise you. And you should believe me because I tell you. Not because I SHOW YOU with actions or because I do anything for you. Just believe me because I will spend a minute and a half every now and then to give you a two-thirds-truth that suggests something about the way you look or the way you make me feel. I'll maybe write a paragraph and a half so that you understand, so you look at me and think, Yes. I believe. Do you believe? Because I don't.
Oh, you're so special! You're so GOD DAMN SPECIAL! But you're only SPECIAL right NOW because I SAID you were so freaking SPECIAL. And in a few d
10 Tips for Novel Writers10 Tips for Novel Writers6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1. Dont Find Time, Make It. Too many authors think that they will find the time to write sometime today or this week or next month. But think about it: when was the last time you said, Hey, look! I just found a twenty fifth hour in my jacket pocket! You know how many hours there are in a day, so stop fooling yourself. If youre going to have time to write, you need to make time to write. Whether you set aside the same hour every day or use those few minutes you have between classes, make sure youre devoting that time entirely to your writing, not sharing it with your favourite reality tv show. Writing during commercial breaks cuts your time by at least two thirdsimagine what more you could have written had you been able to focus your time and energy.
2. Have A Backup Plan. In this age of technology, the traditional pen and paper routine has been flung quite far out the window. It is rare that anyone will write a novel by hand
I am the KnightI am the Knight3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am the Knight
Midnight, a time when you would expect the world to be dead. People at home, snug in their beds waiting for the dawn or in the company of their loved ones. However the truth is that it is just as livery as it is during the day.
All sorts of people venture out into the dark, even on a night like this when the snow some activities more then others .
One such individual was at this moment perched on a rooftop a figure clad in a skintight black suit, the suit doing little to hide her 'attributes'. a mask and hood covered her face, featuring a pair of long horns protruding from the top of the head. Around her waist was a yellow utility belt that contained the various gadgets and tools that she would require. A yellow bat symbol emblazed on her chest. Lastly was the long black cape was attached to her back, the material catching the cold winter air and fluttered open behind her like a flag.
'It's snowing again tonight, like it has for the last few nights in a row, c
DreamcatcherMen. Men with guns. Why not? Two of them, two men, and in keeping with my usual themes they'll be brothers. The older of the two, that's Jack—and while we're on the subject, the younger one's Lawrence. God, just looking at them, you're reminded—they're the kind of people who can remind you—of what the difference is between the merely good-looking and the truly beautiful, between those of us who are fine to look at and those of us who are fine the same way a masterpiece is fine. These two men, our brothers, are really and truly handsome, so handsome it's almost painful sometimes to look at them.Dreamcatcher9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
You see them out of the corner of your eye in the supermarket, buying supermarket brand laundry detergent, the cheap shampoo, deodorant, two or three litre bottles of soda and instant coffee and all of a sudden you get the Feeling. You're jealous. You want to be like them; they're special. That's the power of the honestly handsome, like some kind of magic. You want to know who they are—who are t
The Way Out Is ThroughThe Way Out Is Through3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Tired muscles ached in protest as Luca Hawke and her companions fled the Gallows. Crimson ash fell from the sky and for a moment Luca recalled Knight Commander Meredith's twisted form; the searing of her skin, the melding of her flesh; a sight and sound she was never likely to forget.
"Can we... stop?" Bethany called out to her sister as she struggled to keep pace.
"Yes but briefly..." Luca answered warily.
They had made it to Lowtown's bazaar. The shops stood abandoned. Smoke from distant fires clouded the empty streets. Catching her breath, Bethany nodded in gratitude.
"We must not linger." Fenris appeared by his lovers side.
A small tilt of his head, a slight smile from Luca's lips and reassurance passed silently between them.
"No sign of civilians..." Aveline said as she resumed her role as Guard Captain. It pained Luca to see her scanning for casualties. Maker willing her husband Donnic had not come to any harm.
"We're stopping? Oh good we're stopping." Merril said, relieved. She