Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,Ode to Rise Against3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but to those whose wrists wore slashes.
Their words lacked a semblance of formality,
but were meant for those with abnormality.
The message was for all those whose pain was immense;
it told them it was time to rise, Rise Against.
Rise Against the injustice and pain.
Defend the memory of the slain.
Stand for those who are helpless.
Always try to be selfless.
Work hard for better futures.
Treat the world's wounds with sutures.
Rise Against their pseudo-perfection.
With music, they gave us direction.
Do not let yourself be tame.
Do not give in to their game.
Fight back, but not with violence,
and do not live in silence.
Rise Against the corrupt regime.
They are not as strong as they seem.
Live only by your moral laws.
Stand up, stand out, embrace your flaws.
Arm-in-arm, we make a wall.
Together, we can stand tall.
Rise Against the fanatic;
those whose beliefs are static.
They fear our success, our progress,
and so it is us they oppress.
In time, my suffer
Spider Tears - Vriska/TereziLittle Vriska stood infront of her lusus, who screeched at her in only a tone a Scorpio would understand. Spidermom, as Vriska knew her, was reveling to her what she would have to do to keep her lusus alive. She would have to kill other trolls and feed them to Spidermom. "But mom, I... I don't understand!" She squeaked. "Isn't that.. Murder?" Spidermom screeched in anger at the young troll, making Vriska wince. "Ok, mom... I'll go get you some.." Vriska headed out though a wooded area. She began to notice some strange... Toys hanging from trees.Spider Tears - Vriska/Terezi3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Little Terezi was lying in her hive, playing with some scalemates. "Hehehe, you guys are adorable!" she looked down at them, smiling. She loved her little dragon friends, anything dragon related, actually. She was quite alone, since she was a little troll and hadn't made any friends yet. She glanced through the window at what looked like another young troll approaching. "Can you see that, Senator?" she asked a yellow scalemate. "Who is she?"
Autolalia 2“…no testing ever again?”Autolalia 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The voice was so quiet that GLaDOS almost didn’t hear it at first. She jerked her optic away from the sensor readings to stare at the test chamber. The sheet she’d dropped over her test subject was moving, and, hardly daring to believe it, she breathed, “Chell?”
As the human shoved the sheet off, GLaDOS could see she was laughing. Waves of emotion crashed over her, threatening to overwhelm her systems. She was relieved and furious and giddy all at the same time.
“You fell for it,” the test subject said as she stood up, shaking with laughter. “I can’t believe that actually worked. ‘I’ll even bake a cake for you!’” she mimicked. “It was all I could do to keep from laughing.”
“You…how did you do it?” GLaDOS managed. Despite her fury, she couldn’t help but be impressed with the girl. Scientific curiosity was getting the
Tired.I, am tired.Tired.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tired of feeling.
Tired of all the hard work of healing.
Tired of failing.
Tired of falling.
I am tired of things,
People, and notions.
Tired of people,
And tired of their motions.
Tired of their talk
Tired of their commotion.
Tired of everything
Inside and out
Tired of hating
Too tired to pout
I just wish,
Wish I could live,
Some place to forgive
Some place to wish
And wish I shall do
Wish to not be tired
Oh, please wish,
Grandma Rose's Story: OneOral TraditionGrandma Rose's Story: One6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She told this story one day while she did beadwork and a few of her grandchildren played nearby. She remembered her own grandmother, the one who raised her as a little girl. She talked about a time many years ago, the last time she saw her grandmother.
"My grandmother lived on a place where she had a barn and grain holders and chickens and horses. She used to let me help her take care of the chickens. The horses roamed out to pasture, coming in sometimes for hay she always had ready for them. She and I lived there together. My older cousin, a young man then, stayed with us from time to time.
"My grandmother had adopted my mother a long time ago, see, and then when my mother died, just thirty-four years old, my grandmother took me to live with her. My sisters and brother went to my other grandmother but my grandmother wanted me with her. I was just a little girl then, not even old en
One, two, threeMy boyfriend watched, open mouthedOne, two, three3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as I unscrewed the lid of your urn,
and ran my fingers through your ashes.
Your depression, your soul dust.
I felt an ocean rolling under my ribs
and an urge to cradle your urn,
rock you back and forth
like you did for me when I was young.
At the funeral, my uncle announced
that you hated religion.
But he left out the part
where you did believe in a God,
just that he was always punishing you.
“There was nothing you could have done”
said the other uncle.
I think of all those spent wishes,
the birthday candles extinguished for gifts,
the meteor showers I wasted on love,
the prayers offered from family friends
that are now given a little too late.
This year, I turn 22 years old.
But when I blow out the candles,
my wish won’t matter.
None of them did.
AloneAlone12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel alone.
Seperate from others.
Suffering from a broken heart.
I have friends.
They care for me.
But their too busy with their lives.
Am I selfish?
I stand in the highwall not caring.
I watch my life pass by in blurrs.
Turning my head just looking around.
My heart bleeds.
I feel so alone.
I watch people hug and kiss.
I try to get noticed.
I scream at the top of my lungs.
No one notices.
I curl up in fetal position in the middle of the floor.
I tug my hair gently to see if I'm still alive.
I claw at my skin to bleed more.
My life keeps on going.
But I dont.
I walk like on autopilot.
To Those Who Don't Give A F---I am oneTo Those Who Don't Give A F---4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
100% me type a gal.
I don't pretend to be
someone I'm not.
So I don't deal with
you're all fake.
Rehab for Roleplayers - IntroWelcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.Rehab for Roleplayers - Intro5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Introduction: How to Spot a Drow Illusionist
I can identify a habitual roleplayer from fifty paces. Those who've been spooked by my asking whether they're a roleplayer within ten seconds of reading their fiction will know what I'm talking about.
"But how did you know?" they gasp. When I'm done chuckling, I explain that I know they are a roleplayer, because they write like a roleplayer.
There's usually a pause, then, while the writer decides to what degree they're going to feel offended by this statement, and/or wonders whether I've been stalking them, before they pose the next question: "What, exactly, do you mean by that?"
What I mean is this: roleplayers almost invariably share the same basic writing habits, and some of these habits stand out as flaws in their non-RP material.
Many people develop their interest in writing
In the EndIn the end there is an instant,In the End7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Between alive and dead
An instant that you travel alone,
No-one else, with you, can tread
It is a moment of fear,
When all that is becomes clear...
An instant of pain!
An instant of shame!
An instant before you depart this world,
And only a body remains...
Because, in the end,
In the end we die alone, we die alone
In the end,
In the end we are on our own, we are on our own
In the end,
The answers you've sought, all are shown
We are all dying!
Everyday we are alive
And in the end there is an instant,
Right before eternal night
In the end who you are doesn't matter,
What you've done is all that does
All your past accomplishments,
Fade as you turn to dust
There is a long, long moment,
Where you relive everything
And all that you've done wrong,
In that moment they all sting
You stare into the abyss!
You are poised atop the brink!
Because, in the end,
In the end we die alone, we die alone
In the end,
In the end we are on our own, we are on our own
In the end,
SayingsIf your not my enemy your collateral damage.Sayings9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
To be worth killing is an honor.
Dying is for people who have morals.
Noone ever expects the teeth....noone...
Its only rape if their conscious.
Life is just the introduction to a book about how you die.
Never attempt an abortion with a fire poker. Lil bastards just grab on too the shaft and pull themselves out.
Condoms are for keeping the gun muzzles clean. Guns are for keeping the babies from being born. Dont confuse the two.
Lifes a bitch then everyone else dies.
World peace cannot be attained untill everyone on Earth is dead.
I eat virgins. Whole.
If life gives you lemons, squeeze some citrus in that bitches eye and steal its wallet.
Anixety is an addiction. Madness is my anti-drug.
Lifes a race. Ill give you a headstart...
Hurt meHurt me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Je me suis levée ce matin. Comme les autres jours qui sont passés, et ceux qui restent à venir. Je me suis levée, j'ai regardé mon reflet dans le miroir. C'était si laid. Je me suis mise à pleurer. Pleurer tout ce que j'ai pu, dans l'espoir d'oublier les pensées qui venaient de fuser dans mon esprit. J'en ai assez vu comme ça, tu ne trouves pas? Non? Alors abime-moi encore.
Tue mon âme. Prend mon cur. Piétine mon être. Joue avec moi comme tu l'as toujours fais. C'est amusant n'est-ce pas? Tu n'as pas changé. Tu es le même depuis toutes ces années. Tu me détruis malgré tous les mots que j'ai pu prononcer, malgré tout l'amour que je t'ai donné. Mais oui, c'est si beau de me voir suffoquer quand tes mains encerclent mon cou, de m'entendre crier la douleur de mon cur. Tu rouvres sans cesse la plaie que je m'applique à garder fermer. Tu laisses échapper tous les tourments qui
Evening DanceTake me by the handEvening Dance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And dance slowly with me
Across the sandy beach
As shooting stars
Ripple across the lake
And the moon shines on us
Through the swaying branches
Of willow trees, dancing with us
To our silent song
Two perfect strangersTwo perfect strangers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two perfect strangers ,a girl and a boy,
Met by coincidence,
On a cold summer's night.
Their eyes did not meet,
As the boy's were closed,
Under the moon's vague light.
He cried in grief,
But his blindness kept him
From seeing the one that could help.
The wind set them apart,
And without saying goodbye,
They grew far away ,step by step.
That night the girl has seen
Hell's tree of knowledge,
As the guy haunted her dreams,
Giving her false hope and courage.
Waking up to reality, she met him once again.
It was a hot summer's morning,
His breaths were short and his heartbeats weak,
As he turned to walk away.
She held onto him, didn't want him to leave
But let go as his hands were freezing.
His eyes were still closed as a fog grew between them,
Preventing the girl from saying the words,
that's the price she will pay.
"You will not say goodbye,nor meet him again"
Said the fog, as it vanished,
Turning into tears that fell down on the grave
In her heart that her soul has banished.
Two perfect s
Some of my favorite sayings1. We live in perverted times, my friend.Some of my favorite sayings7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
2. I have so many people who love me, and i have so much to apreciate,so why do i still cry?
3.I'm sorry, i dont know how to say "fuck you" politely.
4. Peoplesay i have A.D.D but i think they are full of... ooh! kitty!
5. If i talk and i laugh to loud, im trying to forget that im sad.
6. A broken heart is a broken mirror, it is better to leave it broken than trying to hurt yourself trying to fix it.
7. You say you dont like to see me hurt, do you close your eyes when you hurt me?
8.It allways rains hardest on the people who deserve the sun.
9. Whats left of a heartache runs like rain from my eyes.
10.Cracks in the concrete are just reminders that you fall apart no matter how strong you are.
11. Sometimes people run away just to see if anyone cares enough to follow.
12. I did not fall for you, you tripped me.
13. Heaven dosnt want me and hell is afraid i might take over.
14.Honnysuckle, she is full of poison, she obliterated everything she kiss
The past, the futureThe past, the future4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lesson that i've learnt is to not crash and burn,
as my error riddled life begins to take a turn,
i was just about to make one of the dumbest decisions in my life,
and to be quite fair to myself, i'd be putting myself in strife,
i can't afford to lose it over just a little thing,
but you can't blame me cause of the smiles that she brings,
saying her name would just be another wound in my heart,
as everything i do just seems to fall apart,
i hope that it is something that i begin to contemplate,
having second thoughts on her, as she may be fake,
but for the time being, i will take a step back,
to rejuvinate myself and to keep myself intact,
shes still in my mind but i know my chances are gone,
and now i begin to question if she was leading me on.
I went to a funeral todayI was at a funeral today. I was there as a friend of the family. I didn't personally know the deceased well, I've met him, but didn't know him. When his son came up and read the eulogy, I began to think. What he wrote was very cheesy, think basic funeral writing; focused very heavily on his honesty, humility, and good memories. There were a few funny things here and there, but what I was really interested in was the way he read it. He read it like a highschooler reading any old speech, aside from the crying, of course. What I realized though is it's not the speech that matters really at all, it's when he begins to stutter, and he can barely read because his mouth is too busy blubbering, that you can really see how he feels.I went to a funeral today4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I started to think about the things I would write if my brother or father passed. Something similarly between the two that I would write would be that we are all very much alike, as little as we'd each like to admit that. Especially my brother.
My dad is quirky, he'
Black Label rough draft scriptThe Deathlings: Black LabelBlack Label rough draft script6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
© 2010 Ian Struckhoff
Summary - A Deathling, The Nameless Cowboy, breaks into a series of apartments in the City of Fog, looking for something. Once he discovers the right place, he leads a group of refugees there-- and we see that he chose it as a safe place well-stocked with cigars, whiskey, water, and a bit of food. (Cowboys and Zombies!)
Black Label -
The Man with No Name - (TMWNN in this script) - A Deathling who used to be a cowboy. He's gruff, unshaven, and scarred. He doesn't have a name, but he does have guns.
The Undead - Hordes of zombies and other undead. They range from the recently-dead, to the horrifically rotting, to skeletons. Can also include undead fantasy creatures, vampires, wraiths, etc.-- but only rarely if at all in this story.
The Refugees - Five pour lost souls lost in a world of fog and zombies. Ideally, it shouldn't be entirely clear whether they are modern poor people or medieval peasants. Just that they are poor
Not aloneNot alone4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I laugh at my loss,
I smile at hate.
I dance with my hurt,
And I embrace my pain.
Because I will have always,
Random sayings.Open your eyes before you open your mouth.Random sayings.8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The moment you say "I love you" was the moment you decided he could put a gun to your head and it'd be just fine with you.
You never realize how much someone means to you until you step on them.
Jealousy is a good sign, it means they don't want to share.
What makes her "her"?
The color of her eyes?
The shape of her face?
Or the size of her heart?
If someone says "you're worth it" stare them in the eyes.
And if they mean it, don't say "you don't know what you're talking about."
Because somewhere inside, you know you wanted them to say those words.
Love can last a lifetime and end in the blink of an eye.
The less you think the happier you are.
Hopping on the pity train only helps you gain others dislike.
There's a difference between pity and caring.
Pity you feel bad for the person eough to help them.
Caring you'd do anything no matter what mood they were in to get that person to smile at you.
"Once upon a time" is code for "it'll never happen n
The Undefeatables Omake 2Commander Shepard, Gordon Freeman, Master Chief, and Isaac Clarke talk about Omni-GelThe Undefeatables Omake 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Note: The scene takes place before The Undefeatables: The Beginning Episode 6
*The 5 are seen having drinks at the bar on the Normandy SR-2*
Master Chief: Hey Shepard.
Commander Shepard: Yeah?
Master Chief: I was wondering, how were you able to easily hack things without much effort at all?
Commander Shepard: To tell you the truth, I'm a really good hacker, but that would take too much time, so I slap on some good old omni-gel on anything and it opens.
Gordon Freeman: What's omni-gel?
Commander Shepard: It's a technological material that can be obtained by breaking down unwanted items, such as weapons, armor, and upgrades.
Master Chief: And how do you turn them into omni-gel?
Commander Shepard: My omni-tool turns it into gel.
Isaac Clarke: And what are the gel's capabilities?
Commander Shepard: Well for starters it can repair armors and vehicles, it can instantly hack thin
Frail EdenFrail Eden9 years ago in Drama More Like This
The storm broke, and thunder rolled across the rough landscape. It mottled the earth, the tree tops, the sheer sharp mountain faces that tore holes in the sky for the moon to glimpse through and illuminate, momentarily, each little scene of the night below. The birds that cowered in tunnelled cliffs. Frenzied fishes in rain-chopped pools. The skulking beasts in their leafy nests, and, away from these, ropes and canvas strained against the wind, preserving the warm lamplight inside.
Cloth and chloriphorm sat on the ground beside the girl, her head in the old man's lap, as he caressed her head and brushed away her tears.
"I can't marry him, daddy. Not without lying to him."
She remembered the first occasion on which he'd found her in that state. Crumpled and moaning upon the wooden floorboards, twisting her damp vest with her fingers and clutching her stomach. She remembered the way his face looked when he darted to her side, eyes so wide, his mouth pulled down with dismay and question.