ten ways to annoy crowfeatherten ways to annoy crowfeatherten ways to annoy crowfeather6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
by MOSSY (me)
1)call him a player
2)tell him in a spooky voice I saw what you did and run away
3)don`t say anything when he talks to you
4)when your around him at a random time say LETS RAPE CATS
5)call him mousebrained 24/7
6)ask him how many times hes done it with nightcloud and leafpool
7)tell him that leafpool and night cloud are seeing other cats
8)call him a stalker
9)hiss when he comes near you
10)do all of the above in one day
ten ways to annoy cinderpeltten ways to annoy cinderpeltten ways to annoy cinderpelt6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1.ask if she spased when she found out leafpools "secret".
2.destroy some hearbs.
4.remind her about her mamed leg over and over again.
5.ask her if she likes to BOOGIE!
6.hiss when she comes near you.
7.cry when you hear her name.
8.tell her she was actuly abandoned by shadowclan.
9.call her SSSSIIINNNDARPALT MADICON KAT.
10. when she corects you stick your tounge out at her.
RevengeThe scene unfolded before me like a play.Revenge7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
On one side were my team mates, my friends, allies, comrades. On the other side, the humans that brutalized us and turned us into the vicious monsters they face today. The call is sounded and the battle begins.
The cries of battle reach my ears, my blood beginning to boil as a wicked grin curls at the corners of my muzzle. I throw myself into the fray, my very soul leaping out of me in the form of a ball in the palm of my paws. I move with the flow of battle as smoothly as a dancer to music, falling my opponents with practised ease. Nothing could trip me up in my dance, until my eyes gazed into his.
This man was the one that made me. This was the man that turned me into a monster. This was the man that caused all my misery and pain, all my hatred for his kind, everything that drives me in my cause.
I wave over one of my allies, a golden furred cat and whisper to him my task. Our eyes meet, his golden eyes meeting my tundra blues, understanding
Freddy and Jason part 1Freddy and Jason Part 1Freddy and Jason part 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sound of leaking gas pipes could be heard all around. It was dark and
menacing, Jason's eyes shot open and he leaned up rubbing the back of his neck.
Suddenly a dark laugh came from the shadows, he looked around (Where the hell
a I) he thought. "Well look who's awake" came an all too familliar voice. Jason got
up off the metalic floor, unstraped his machete from his left leg, he could feel
a sudden breeze on his chest. It was shredded open! The dark laugh echoed
around the boiler room. Freddy suddenly appeared at the top of a flight of stairs,
"hello hockey puck, did you like my present" he mocked. Jason glared at him, gripping
his machete tighter, " aww ain't that cute, mama's boy trying to act tough " he cooed, as
he walked down the stairs, "your in my world now now!". He pointed a claw in the
direction of a pile steel wire and then pointed at Jason, the wire flew
right at him pinning him to a wall by his wrists. His machete hit the floor
making a sound th
The Messiah Complex .3 "Hold out your arms, doctor. Let's do this quickly so I can go back to business."The Messiah Complex .34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Whoever it is that you're in love with, I'm sure she'd understand! Spooks don't have any loyalty, it's not like she would care if you ditched that bloodsucking faggot."
"It's possible he's still headin' down to the Wassisa, since fer all he knows we still got Nefarious McBackstabber along. I'd say that's our best bet, but y'know how Hanna does."
"Grow some wings, dumbass. C'mon, what kinda spook are you?"
"We don't have a spook infestation, honey, don't worry. It's nothing like that. It's just the Church Universal and Triumphant, creepin' around and stirrin' folks up."
"Keep your mouth shut, doctor, and everything will be fine. Listen to your cousin, he knows how the CUT operate. I'm sorry about this."
Eleven months after the Treaty:
Doc Worth made a point to keep his and John's mouths shut.
The soldier in charge of the caravan—Worth dubbed him Gene
FearFear5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Fear; An inevitable force of terror
Its power evolves throughout the world, in all different shapes, sizes, and forms
Fear is the very weakness of the human body that renders the movement, and functions of the human body, unstable
Fear is the very corruption in the dark corner of the mind, wanting to take control, so its vessel will fall to the very brink of madness
Fear is the very cancer flowing through the circulatory system, unleashing its deadly venom to cross through the veins
Fear is the very dark desire burning into the heart, building up, waiting, to carry out gruesome, unspeakable acts of violence
Without these things, fear, is obsolete, and will cease to exist
But this does not matter, for fear is an ongoing nature that we cannot destroy
And those who attempt to do so, will later be consumed by its horror
South Park-BL-CatsoutadabagThe Cat is Out of The BagSouth Park-BL-Catsoutadabag6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was drunk off his ass when it all happened. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson weren't to come home for hours, so Asher and I decided 'hey, why not? We'll go fuck around for a bit, get ourselves a little drunk before getting the fuck out of dodge'. It didn't go as planned.
We don't regret it, or at least I don't. Regret is conformist, related directly to denial. At least the incident got him the fuck out of that house and nobody had to die that day.
We were caught up in the after glow; we didn't hear the car doors in the driveway. I was so caught up in him, his eyes, I didn't hear them talking (and Asher is deaf as fuck to begin with). Maybe we just ignored them, subconsciously or whatever bullshit. I'm just glad I still have him.
He's my morphine, an addiction I just can't kick and it makes me feel so damn good I know I don't want to anymore. Asher once told me I make him feel secure, safe. We were high off so much shit at the time, I don't even kno
A Well Oiled Machine Part 1The rain poured down in the Factory dimension. It was considered a parallel to another world. One known as The Mushroom Kingdom. There, rain was seen as a beautiful sight in some areas, and a scary, yet amazing one in others. In this dimension, rain meant nothing but trouble.A Well Oiled Machine Part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All the inhabitants of Factory were living machines. They required everything that someone born of flesh and blood needed: from food and shelter, to clothing and warmth. If a citizen found a spark with another, they would form a family unit, and create their own offspring. However, some offspring were unable to be taken care of due to different complications. Those that couldn't be taken care of were taken to the Oil Well Orphanage.
And that is where our story begins.
The rain proved a dangerous threat that night. It was heavily thundering, and the lightning eagerly looked for anything that it could zap at, which was everything. Everyone was cooped inside their warm homes, huddling together as a family, to pro
mechanical clocks don't...Love set me going like a skeleton watch:mechanical clocks don't...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your voice wound me up, a look pushed
the hammer struck the gear;
pretty soon we were syncopated
ticking out a rhythm.
I wind my time when I remember.
I keep its gears bared,
measuring me in taut increments:
rationing my allowances,
budgeting my attention,
counting down the wait
'til next time you and I coincide;
then I'll forget to wind, it and my faces will
Around you I forget my time, detest the reminder
we are lent hours. But I check
nearby displays in a panic--whether I make the bread line
or not, it won't stop rationing out
my piece of your company.
I pretend I can ferret the constellation of your freckles
away in a jar for a rainy day.
I pretend I can collect the softness of your voice
like a magpie obsessed with small memories.
I lie persistently while my watch scoops out the day
in medicine cups.
My watch and I know I can no more hoard
your love against your absence than
ripe fruit against the wint
Edward Cullen is a footCanterbury Tales PoemEdward Cullen is a foot6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's Edward Cullen of Forks, Washington.
He's quite a notorious gentleman.
Upon his head, a nest of tousled hair,
Purposely disheveled with gel and care.
Eyebrows drawn tight in incessant scowl,
His mood it seems to be most foul.
He acts like a regular awkward teen,
But he's been that way since 1918,
And his snowy pale skin and eyes like gold
Mean he's supernatural, or so I'm told.
Still, while fangs and speed are some tell-tale hints,
He's not a vampire, I'm not convinced.
Without his bat wings, he cannot take flight.
Even humans he is too timid to bite.
Vampires are busy stalking their kill.
Little Eddie's practicing baseball skills.
Oh if Dracula could come see his kin,
How ashamed he'd be and full of chagrin.
The vamps of the twenty-first century
Have altered their character drastically.
Your cloves of garlic will be of no use
Against the effects Ed's charm will produce,
For once he reveals his sparkling chest,
You'll be blinded or, worse, dis
Sex is...Sex is sacred,Sex is...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sex is dirty.
Sex is bodies driving against each other for pleasure,
For reproduction, for love, for need.
For desire and lust, and want and passion.
Sex is something that every human wants to do,
Needs to do,
Sex is the driving force behind our minds,
Pushing us forward and preserving us in time.
Fucking and loving, caressing and holding.
Tongues moving together and folding
Bodies against bodies, and sex against sex.
Sex is the want, sex is the need.
To push together and forward, spilling the seed.
Sex is beautiful, sex is rough.
Sex is grinding and moaning
Sex is gentle and moving.
Sex makes us cry, sex makes us laugh.
Sex is a secret, hidden away,
Sex is a pleasure, brought out to play
For new life or for fun, sex will be had
And if you don't like it, well that's too bad.
COME UNA RONDINE DI INVERNOCOME UNA RONDINE DI INVERNO5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Un sms inaspettato
Lucia è una ragazza sorda con un impianto cocleare. Ha ricevuto un'educazione molto rigida che non le ha permesso di essere felice. Ha da sempre vissuto, a differenza degli altri audiolesi, nel mondo degli udenti (perché i suoi genitori hanno seguito ciecamente i consigli di una severissima logopedista) e si è trasferita a Roma per studiare in un'importantissima università di Archeologia. Prima abitava in un'altra città dove conduceva una vita grigia. Nonostante ciò ella non smetteva mai di sorridere ed anche di ridere grazie ad una frase detta da una delle sue due sorelle maggiori, Caterina detta Katia, "Lucia, non fare la vittima". Prima del trasferimento non era ancora indipendente ed autonoma. In seguito è riuscita ad imparare a fare tutto da sola, o con qualche aiuto, ma continuava a non avere abbastanza fiducia in se stessa.
Dopo ben 7 anni nella città di Roma, fatti solo di studi e fatiche (fece tre tentativi pers
COME UNA RONDINE DI INVERNOCOME UNA RONDINE DI INVERNO5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
COME UNA RONDINE D'INVERNO
L'amore da un essere all'altro può solo
significare che due solitudini
si avvicinano e si riconoscono,
proteggono e confrontano reciprocamente.
HAN SUYIN (ELIZABETH COMBER), 1917
Il lucido vetro si infrange,
e così tanti ricordi
Ma questi giorni
fatti di diamante
splenderanno per sempre.
PAM BROWN, 1928
Questo libro racconta la vera storia, piena di sacrifici, amori, inganni e dolori, di Lucia, una ragazza priva di udito e con l'impianto cocleare.
La sua storia forse vi sembrerà banale, ma, invece, rappresenta il duro percorso attraverso il quale Lucia ha capito i suoi errori.
La protagonista di questo romanzo assomigliava molto ad una rondine la quale era una creatura tanto fragile, ma continuava ad andare avanti, non si arrendeva mai all'inverno, una stagione per lei piena di ostacoli che era come un cespuglio ricco di spine e privo di foglioline.
Ella credeva di non farcela più ad andare avanti e
Masks MasksMasks3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Every morning, after her shower, the girl carefully paints on her mask. She uses no makeup, no paint, but she sculpts her face into that perfect, never ending smile. She makes sure that her mask has no cracks, no room for emotion, and she sets off for school. Throughout the day, she has to pretend that their words don't hurt her, that they mean nothing. But all day, they rattle around in her head.
Whore, pathetic, useless, annoying, ugly.
She pretends not to hear them, never letting her mask show any weaknesses. She will not cry. She will not show how much she hurts. If she cries
A Well Oiled Machine Part 2"Let go of her, Red! Mom gave it to me!"A Well Oiled Machine Part 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Ha! How would you know, Pink! We never knew her!"
"Don't bring up mom like that, Red!"
"WILL YOU THREE STOP IT?!"
The three stopped to look up at their oldest brother. Yaridovich had grown a little testy when he remembered his own mother. He never knew why he was left at the orphanage. He thought that there was no good reason for his mother to have just left him to a life of misery. He wouldn't admit it to anyone else, but he didn't ever see Smithy as a father. He still remembered the night that he was left at the orphanage, and had gained a fear of water due to the fear he felt alone in the rain.
"Red, you give Pink back her doll and shut up! Green, you just ignore them and go." Yaridovich scowled, slinking off, leaving his younger siblings mystified and slightly scared. He stormed down the hallway, muttering to himself, until the familiar sound of metal wings clanking together snapped him out of it.
"Yari, what's wrong?" Bali asked, flapping
A Well Oiled Machine Part 5This was it. This was the place they would live. Before going off to save her family, Bali talked to Mrs. Castor about her problem. She knew that she saw goodness in everyone, but she had realized that Smithy wasn't one of them. She was afraid. Of her own dimension. Of who she was told was her father. She felt safe with her siblings. She felt safe here.A Well Oiled Machine Part 54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was actually from Mrs. Castor that she got the tea and medicine that ended up saving her family. While flying towards the spot that Blade crashed down, she noticed a large, but slightly old wooden cottage that was for sale. She knew that coins were used as the currency in both Factory and the Mushroom Kingdom. She knew that Smithy, due to being the leader, had a lot of coins.
When Bali was flying away to make the potion, she saw the fallen body of Smithy. But not as she knew him. Instead of the grandfatherly face she knew of, she saw his true face: sunken-in eyes and uneven teeth. He was an ugly lie. Just like the one he told the
Anti-Twilight ArticleThe Twilight series, written by Stephenie Meyer, has become a smash hit all over the world, selling 25 million copies worldwide and 20 million in the United States alone. Twilight, the first book in the series, has been named a New York Times bestseller and Publisher's Weekly Best Book of the Year. Quite a shame, considering the substandard quality of these novels. In asking fans what precisely they loved about these books for the purpose of trying to discover exactly how such novels have become fabulously popular, it seems to boil down to three reasons: One, Twilight is entertaining simply for a fun read, with a rather unique plot line. Two, the fluffy love story appeals to the inner romantic in many, many girls and women. Three, Edward Cullen.Anti-Twilight Article7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Twilight in a nutshell: Isabella(Bella) Swan moves to Forks, Washington and meets the Cullens, the impossibly beautiful vegetarian(meaning they only suck the blood of animals) vampire family. Edward Cullen, the only single vampire out of the lo
Do You See Me?Do you see me,Do You See Me?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sitting there across the
Empty abyss in between these
To me, it seems as if we are both
Glancing at each other, no matter
What we are doing.
I see you plainly because you stand out,
In a crowd, maybe not to others,
But always to me.
Do you see me,
A girl trying, struggling to wear
Her heart on her sleeve, but she
Can't do it for fear of her own
Peers, in fear that you will laugh
Sometimes, only sometimes I wish
That I could be more outgoing,
Different in many more ways than
Just one in who I am, how I act,
What I'm good at.
Maybe that would catch your attention,
Instead of some girl who acts like a
Child at lunch with her friends,
Doubling over with laughter,
Being innocent yet guilty.
Do you see me,
A girl with a short attention span,
Playing with a finger because it's fun?
I doubt you'd do that, because you're you,
And maybe because you have to act civilized,
For your parents and for your friends,
To stay where you are?
Never mind, I wanna stay me with
A Well Oiled Machine Part 4"Hey. Hey, Boomer. Hey. Hey, Boomer. Hey. Hey, Boom--"A Well Oiled Machine Part 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"For the thirty-seventh time, HI!"
Exor and Boomer had been at their post for hours, and it was getting irritating. Boomer ignored the Chandeli-hos that hung onto the chandeliers in the castle, and when Exor wasn't talking to Boomer, he was talking to Neosquid, the skull on his hit. There was no star in their area, so Boomer had no idea on what he was supposed to defend. He was about to offline from boredom, until the timely arrival of Bali snapped him out of it.
"Boomer!" Bali said, panting for breath due to flying that far to get here. "I have to tell you something!"
"What?" Boomer asked, rolling his eyes behind his helmet. Was he the only serious one around here?
"You know your code of honor?" Bali asked, sitting down on the chandelier that Boomer stood on.
"Yeah ?" Boomer asked, taking notice when she mentioned this.
"Seriously ?" This was it? This was so important to h
KY: SPAZZ BABY SPAZZ!KY: SPAZZ BABY SPAZZ!4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
KY: SPAZZ BABY SPAZZ!
Here I go again with my hella sick rhymes,
Jegus I forget it all, most of the time
But Homestuck's got me going,
Now my flames are highly burning,
My inspiration gone zapping,
Double vision's what I'm seeing,
All my senses activating,
Waiting for a Hussie updating,
I'm going crazy in this crap,
Now you guys just watch me rap!
The guardian angelI will be the one to hold you.The guardian angel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will be the one to protect you.
No tears when it is me.
Always the guardian, on the watch.
Do you know me?
Can you see through the mask?
When you give it all away,
What do you keep for yourself?
My illusions are matched by none.
I will always be there for you.
When will I drop the facade?
Or when will one break my spell?
What good is it, being the kindest?
Being the bravest, the virtuous?
When you give it all away,
And keep none for yourself?