Campfire chapter oneCampfire chapter one1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Rachel sighed as she brushed her dark brown hair. The last day of torment before her high school had its summer camp. She hoped they wouldn't dump any food on her today
The girls at school were some of the nastiest people she knew. They would tease her and beat her up, and then get away with it. And her foster parents didn't help at all. They didn't care.
She touched up her eyeliner, framing her blue eyes with care, and then threw her things into her backpack. Grabbing an extra pencil or two and shoving them into her bag, she hopped down her stairs.
As she walked out her creaky front door and into the blistering hot desert air, she smiled for a second, glad that this would be her last day of torture.
Kyle smiled as he got things ready for the last day of school. Summer camp started tomorrow! He had been waiting for this for months, ever since he had found out that his parents could afford it this year.
EDNOSShe's here again. I can't see her, I can't feel her, but I can hear her. She tells me to look at the other girls around me, to notice their tiny waists and their thighs that don't touch one another. I glance at one girl, and take a long hard stare at my legs. Hideous. Vulgar. Who would want to look at this? Who could possibly love this? She comes when I'm most vulnerable; when she knows that it wont be an easy task for me to clamber out of the hole she has dug for me. She laughs at me as I slowly torture myself, thinking that skinniness is the solution to my unstable state of mind. People watch as the transformation takes its toll. Loved one's weep as they realise that each coming day could be my last, but I fail to notice. Reality has no place in my mind; only the overwhelming desire for perfection. My skin is almost translucent, my hair thinning and breaking at the slightest touch, my eyes once a sparkling, lively blue have turned a dull grey. When IEDNOS2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Russian RouletteRussian Roulette1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Gather around children
Let's have some fun!
It involves some bullets
And a gun.
Come and form a circle.
Plaster a smile on that face.
Fear begins to grow
As your little heart starts to race.
Oh now it's your turn.
Take the gun and put it to your head.
Close your eyes and pull the trigger,
You hear a loud crash as your body callapses, dead.
Screams echo around the circle,
As the room begins to smell.
This is just a pit stop.
Your next destination, hell.
Till Death Due Us PartOn the chairTill Death Due Us Part1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she sits, and waits.
Her husband comes,
a bit too late.
He puts his coat
upon the rack.
He smiles to her,
but she's long since cracked.
She slowly rises,
to the kitchen
she somberly strays.
Her husband sits,
waits for his meal,
oblivious to her
and her wounds that can't heal.
She appears again,
a knife in her hand.
His eyebrows scrunch,
lost on her plans.
She begins to approach him,
quickly grows near.
He sees her intentions,
eyes wide with fear.
She smiles now,
with the fear in his eyes
that she now fully sees.
She raises the knife
preparing his fall,
but remembers the time
when she still was his all.
She fights the tears,
but they still persist,
stream down her face,
her cheeks, they kiss.
She regrets it already,
though she knows fully well,
he deserves what comes,
he's going to Hell.
She raises the knife,
he fliches again,
she turns her head and drops her arm.......
......it really is the end.
Tomahawk Character BioTomahawk Character Bio3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Real Name: Thomas "Tom" Adrian Hawk
Nickname: Tomahawk (Most common), Papa T, T-Man, T, Tommy-Boy, Tom Terrific
Birthday: February 23rd
Height: 7' 6"
Weight: 254 lbs.
Body Type: Tall and muscular
Eye Color: Silverish green
Hair: Brown; longish, tousled, neck-length
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Navy blue ballcap with a red bear pawprint on the back and shamrock on the front (Worn backwards)
Whitish-gray hooded sweatshirt
~Both sleeves are cut at the elbows
~Red and navy blue winglike wisps from the sleeve edges up to the shoulders on both sides
~Stylized '41' on the back; red numbers, gold trim
Red chest protector w/ black trim
~Three green diamonds w/ white lining on the upper right chest corner
Red necklace w/ silver shamrock pendant
Padded athletic sleeves w/ red and navy blue wisps on both arms (they "bleed" into the wisps on the sides of the hoodie's sleeves to look like wings)
Red and black finge
PerfectionI used to write for perfection,Perfection2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
kind of like how people used to dig for gold.
I only wanted the best,
and when I wrote something less than that,
I'd get so frustrated that I'd
pull my hair out
and grind my teeth
a mind full of worriesmind full ofa mind full of worries2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
won't let the body
a body full of
won't help ya
so you're left
with the time spent
tossing & turning,
watching the sun
so your eyes can start
The Nursing HomeThere's something about the way the nursing home smells. Some days the smell is worse than others. I'm not sure if it always smells this way, or if I happen to come by every week right as they are doing housekeeping. It's probably a mixture of the two; it always has an odd odor about it, which is amplified while dirty bedding is being taken from all of the rooms.The Nursing Home1 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Explaining the scent of the nursing home is difficult for people who have never encountered something like it. On a normal day, there are a variety of very subtle smells which, when mixed together, smell like and incredibly cheap, and not at all sweet, bargain brand perfume. Imagine the smell of a Swiffer mop or diaper, mixed with the extremely faint smell of stale urine (faint enough that you can hardly smell anything substantial, but potent enough to make your nostrils burn as you walk by the bedrooms), and then also add a hint of used towel. This is the smell on a good day, while on bad days the smells of various other bodi
Drawing RequestsOh how much I hate requests,Drawing Requests1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You'll know if you were in my shoes,
Asking me to draw cute dresses,
But what I'm saying is true.
I might draw everything,
But I get that feeling,
When I ignore everyone,
I feel it by a million.
Kids that I don't know,
Tell me to be fair,
But it's annoying though,
So, get out of my hair!
I only draw things that I like,
Only when I'm in the mood,
I'm not willing to fight,
Just for something I don't do.
So, no requests,
I don't take blame,
I don't need those lie tests,
So please, stay in your lane.
Winters Bite Part 1 (AHP Nordics) It was a cold winter's day, which most would hope to be a snowman building paradise. A time to put on your mitts, snow pants, jacket and tuque, to plop in the sparkling snow and make snow angels.Winters Bite Part 1 (AHP Nordics)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
In this case however, it was not. Blizzards of whip pacing winds and face cutting shards of ice and snow ran through the air, freezing almost everything in its path. The bitter cold of the north would instantly chap your lips, and crack your skin. It seemed like even a minute out the warmth of a shelter would cause you to freeze, and be nothing but an empty corpse, lying in the snow.
Sure the north was used to snow, but not as harsh and strong as this.
Sitting at a hard wood table, glaring through a window, and griping his hair, Matthias was very uptight with the current weather, and didn't want to be kept in by some 'stupid' snow. Very anxious to do what he wanted to do, he cursed at the snow, and claimed he could face it any day.
StormThe sky was grey and the air was muggy with the scent of rain. Clouds swarmed and twisted, lightning strewned the sky, and there was a low rumble of thunder. He watched from his screen door, ignoring the cold gust that passed.Storm1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His neighborhood was empty, not one person seemed brave enough to take a step outside, but he couldn't blame them, he didn't want to go out there either. He felt warm finger tips brush against his bicep, turning his head, he smiled at the girl looking up at him with large green eyes.
"What are you looking at?" she asked, looking out the screen herself, he pulled her closer to him, resting his hand on her waist.
"Just watching the storm," he said, moving a strand of hair to the back of her ear, he resumed looking out the screen door. Lightning danced across the sky, he turned to look at her, the pair both wearing smiles.
Another bolt struck the sky and they kissed, thunder tore at the silence. Finally the patter of rain sounded, he looked at her, her smile was rad
Drunken ConfessionA teenage boy stumbled a bit as he walked out of a bar.Drunken Confession1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Damn,' he thought, 'Good thing I didn't drink too much.' The boy's face looked a bit flushed. He just needed to get out of that place.
The boy tousles his black hair in frustration. 'Damn it...' he slammed his fist against the brick wall near him. 'Why can't I get you out of my head, you bastard?'
An image of a boy popped in his once more. It was a familiar blonde who was still smiling and laughing. For Leo, just remembering his face, was just pure torture.
How did it happen? How in the world did he have to fall in love his best and childhood friend, who was also a guy like him?
Leo became frustrated when he was drinking at the bar because images of that guy would keep popping up in his mind. That's the reason why he started to drink. To get his mind off of him.
But it didn't work. It was to the point that Leo couldn't take it anymore. He took out his phone and pressed speed dial.
Each ring made him ne
Tonight is the NightTonight is the Night1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tonight is the night,
When the monsters come out to play
When the demons find new victims to torture
When the ghosts and ghouls find new homes to haunt
When the vampires feast on hot, sticky blood
When the werewolves rip their enemies to shreds
When the witches brew deadly potions
When the zombies feed on warm human flesh
Tonight is the night,
When all your nightmares come true.
That GirlAm I "That Girl"?That Girl1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"That Girl", who just broke up with her boyfriend
And is hanging out with someone new
Not 2 days later?
But when you say I'm "That Girl"
Do you understand
I broke up with him in the first place?
You don't know how miserable I was
You don't know how happy I am
With someone new
And you don't want to know
Because you are happier just calling me
8-20-2012: Smokes"I'm already dying anyway. I might as well have a damn smoke."8-20-2012: Smokes1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can't believe her. The doctor is out of the room for less than fifteen seconds and already she's sifting through her purse, looking for something that I confiscated nearly half a day ago while she was in surgery. She was finally awake and talking when the doctor came in about an hour ago to discuss what was found during the operation. If she didn't quit smoking, she'd be dying a lot sooner than she'd intended. The damage was already done, but if she wanted to live longer, it had to happen. It wasn't an invitation to sit-down and go on as before, but she took it that way.
"Where are those damn smokes?" She isn't really speaking. Her words are coming out in a more hacking, choking sort of way.
"You can't smoke in here, Ma."
"The hell I can't."
"It's a hospital. You can't smoke in hospitals."
She coughs. "Murderers c
FallingI am falling. I am falling very quickly and for a very long time, slipping through the air at astonishing speed, the wind biting at my face and forcing my eyes shut, even though I know I'd only see the rapidly increasing ground if I opened them. I know why I am falling. I am falling because I was pushed from the mountain. I am falling because I was betrayed.Falling1 year ago in Settings More Like This
I know I will die, and I know it will be soon. I'll hit the ground and die instantly, my body twisted and broken like a crashed ship.
"Brother, why did you bring me up here?" I asked, timidly, looking deep into my brother's familiar face, his large black-blue eyes flecked with gold, just like mine, and his thick brown curls, just like mine. He was bigger than me though, and he made me feel safe, like hiding from a lion in the arms of a big oak tree.
"Little sister," My brothers voice was soft and comforting, "I brought you up here for one reason. I want you to remember something."
The ground grows ever closer, and people bel
I Have No OpinionI Have No OpinionI Have No Opinion1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It does not seem to matter to someone
What I say;
Whether I am right or wrong.
When I give my notes about things around me,
Someone picks yup a whip to lash;
I may be right, I may be wrong,
But either way, am I an ASS?
I NEVER said I was an expert;
But I know how to observe and analyze.
When I leave my words on someone,
Why should you be so surprised?
But for you, What must I do?
You who are not among my minions?
It may be best for us both
That I claim
"I have no opinion."
A Once Faded MemoryI remember.A Once Faded Memory1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember when I was young,
You came to my bedroom and tucked me in,
Turned on a nightlight to help me sleep,
Played the snow globes sweet melody,
And say, " Night night."
And I replied, " Love you."
And you did the same, " Love you too."
I remember when I searched my closet,
And found a small snow globe,
That played the sweetest sound a little girl once knew.
Mickey in the glass,
Once faded into the past,
Has brought out that little girl once again.
I now live.
I live in memory of the light bathed onto my bed,
And before you left you kissed my head,
What was once forgotten,
Has been reminded by a soft mellow sound.
In Love With a MonsterI fell in love with a monster. I knew what he was the moment we met. He was cruel. Cold. He was a murder, but I loved him all the same.In Love With a Monster1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
He told me his secrets.
He told me his dreams.
Two others had come before me.
He killed them and told me that I'd be next.
We were destined for one another, if only for a short time.
That thought should have frightened me. It should have made me cry.
Instead, I loved him even more.
Rant 11I'm not going to lie, there are nights I wish to fall asleep and never wake from my pleasant dream to this nightmare. I wake up and all I see is a corrupt mess and people that constantly watch their backs for fear of someone tripping them up in their stride to become something better or find someone to better themselves.Rant 111 year ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
The daytime is filled with loath from others chipping away at my pride and happiness I wake up with. All I hear is peoples problems of the rat race of the day, never a moment to relax and have a breather, arguments of relationships going wrong and falling out of love. At no point in the day do I hear or feel the happiness that should be there; it's stolen from you and lost in the breeze. Instead of the sound of laughter, it's replaced by the crunching and grinding of teeth clenching together, biting the bullet and praying inside for the end of the day.
I release at night when I leave the chaos of the day, as soon as my front door closes, my stress is left outside. I sm
OuchSomething's stuck in my throatOuch1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's clawing its way out,
tearing at the lining of my esophagus
leaving it in shreds.
Something's lodged in my brain
twisting and turning
its way through my veins
trying to make it to my heart.
Something hurts in my chest,
the unending pounding through my blood
causing me to double over in pain,
the waves shooting out into the rest of me.
Something is burning my lungs
constricting my breathing
and making life so much harder to bear.
This just isn't right.
Something is breaking me apart,
ripping me in two with no regards.
All it wants is to destroy me,
and it's doing one hell of a job.
Cruelty-1Cruelty-Part OneCruelty-11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
From what I could tell, there were twelve of us and three of them. Outnumbered, yes. Beatable, no. I only arrived in this hellhole a few weeks ago, but there are some who have been here for years. We all countdown to the day we die or grow too sick or old for their entertainment and use.
At first glance, this place looks like a paradise. But behind the glamour of expensive clothes, furniture and décor, it is an utter nightmare.
We all live together and knew one another as if we were family. The room where most of our lives were spent was spacious and was almost like three rooms in one. A bedroom was on a raised platform with four tripled bunk beds. A living area contained a huge flat screen television propped up on the mantel of the fire place, couches formed a 'U' around it with a small coffee table in the center. Finally there even was a library, shelves reaching from floor to ceiling stocked tight with books of all different sizes. The bathrooms and dining hall
FriendA person whom you can trust,Friend1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
who's faithful until both are dust
Sees through a set of similar eyes
Knows when you speak truth or lies
A shoulder, there to comfort you
A true voice, that knows what's best for you
A conspirator to make joy and have fun,
who knows what's right or when something shouldn't be done
An uplifting soul, who changes your mood,
makes you feel merry, when before, you brood
An ear to listen to every scheme,
to help determine reality or dream
A face that smiles and you know everywhere,
it shows their thoughts and when they care
A body that's warm and has its own beat,
one that's fun to see, and to meet
So, a friend is someone like you,
who's faithful, brave, honest and true
And no matter how many people I see
I will never see a better friend than you for me
Why do people hate Hetalia so much?Some people say stuff like 'Hetalia is stupid' and 'it makes fun of history'Why do people hate Hetalia so much?1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
I personally don't get that. I think it's funny, and it helps me remember my history facts. I mean, it isn't so educational that it's like a history class, but it helps. And it has this charm to it. I mean, what's so bad about it? It's not like it's racist or anything. All it is is personified countries explaining history. I mean seriously haters, there's not much to hate.
Now, some people say 'only yaoi obsessed freaks watch it' I'm not yaoi obsessed, and niether are some other people who have watched Hetalia. I mean, they say it's a bunch of gay landmasses. First of all, most of the characters aren't even close to being gay. Examples: England, America, Japan, China, Norway, Finland, Spain(Just because he cares about his henchman does not mean he's gay) etc. There are only one person I can think of: Sweden, and this is only because he calls Finland "M'wife". Also, they say 'Hetalia is for girls' Not true. I h