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
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
BullyWhen I was a minor, I was heavily bullied throughout my public schooling life. That is preschool all the way to senior year. I was bullied for various reasons; for being too smart, for having crooked teeth, for liking cats, for "being too manly", for being friendly... and it destroyed me. I have attempted suicide twice in my life and have permanently been inflicted with depression. I also have an extremely hard time socializing and standing up for myself, because any time I had tried to do so in my past, only made things worse for me...Bully3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I got it not only from other students, but also from teachers and school boards, who discriminated against me in various ways. What was I to do? No adult would help me, in fact they told me it was all my fault and I deserved it, they told me to stop standing up and to stop being who I am. It made me for the longest time a walking zombie, unable to express myself and my desires, because I had lost hope.
And this is by no means a unique case whatsoever fo
Brushing Up Against HistoryNovember 1963Brushing Up Against History4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'm eight years old and sitting in class (I strangely recall that my seat was in the middle of second row, on the side away from the window), when the principal comes in to tell us that the president has been shot.
I do not know
what it means, but I know
that it scares me.
My mother meets Senator Robert F. Kennedy while he is campaigning in San Francisco and gets his autograph. I live with my father in a small town in Michigan, where every year leading up to Memorial Day, I sell paper poppies for the VFW.
blood of soldiers on the field
war has come home
I watch the news and see the body count, arranged like a scorecard. The numbers say we are winning, but one of those numbers is from our town, the only casualty that week. I don't know him, but I see his picture on the cover of Life Magazine.
I turn 17 the next month
and try to join the Marine Corp
my father will not sign
As a small-town b
Lil' less conversation -PART 1"Please, give me one last chance, granny Tsunade! I swear, this time, he'll come back for sure!" Naruto practically begged, forgetting his pride for a moment.Lil' less conversation -PART 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
And he really knew that this time he'd figured out what the entire problem was.
Up until now, everytime he'd confronted Sasuke, the Uchiha'd thought it was because he had promised Sakura to drag him back to Konoha by the ears, if necessary.
But what if he actually told Sasuke he wasn't doing it for her. Not for Konoha, not for the Hokage - for no one but himself`?
Naruto knew it might have just been wishful thinking on his part that lead him to this conclusion, but he didn't care. He had to try this.
"I wonder why you're still so set on bringing the Uchiha back to Konoha, Naruto," the blond rubbed her temples in annoyance. "It's not like he-"
"Please, I don't care! Just let me try!"
"Alright, alright, you win," Tsunade finally gave in. "You can take Sai with you. And please, Naruto..."
"...no risky shit,
Why?WhyWhy?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I love you
Why do I long to be with you in whatever way
How do I deserve a friend like you
When you found out I was in love with you you were freaked, I could tell
Yet you didn't turn away, instead saying and doing all those little things,
showing even more that you cared
This made me love you even more
You gave me whatever I needed hugs, words, an open ear to listen to my problems
holding me close, holding my heart
And I still love you. I'm still in love
Adventure Time with MLnPG ch10 V2.0Adventure Time with MLnPG ch10 V2.03 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lord Monochromicorn landed on Marshall's porch and the prince swiftly slid down off of his steed's shoulder, giving the muscular flank a thankful pat.
"Thanks for bringing me by, buddy," Gumball said quietly to his friend. "I should be here a while, so don't wait up. Why don't you go hang with Cake? Marshall can give me a ride home." The prince stroked Lord's nose thankfully, making the stallion snort and shake his mane. Taking a pace backwards, the mount dipped his head and tapped with his hoof.
"-.. --- -. .----. - / -.. --- / .- -. -.-- - .... .. -. --. / .. / .-- --- ..- .-.. -.. -. .----. -"
"Wait, what is that supposed to mean?" the prince asked indignantly, but too late, as his steed had already leaped into the air and flown out of the back entrance to Marshall's cave with a whinny. Pursing his lips in frustration, the candy teen pulled on his winter coat to straighten the garment before stepping forward and knocking at his friend's front door. There was a long silen
Breathe Like You BleedI want to feel his hands around my throatBreathe Like You Bleed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pressing me down until I finally choke
Prove to me that I don't need the air I breathe
Prove to me that all I really need is you to hold me
I want to feel his hands cutting off my air supply
Preventing me from telling even more lies
Prove to me that I don't need my voice to speak
Prove to me that you don't really even need me
I want to feel his hands strangling me
Protecting me from the toxins we all need
Prove to me that you can help me escape the idiocy
Prove to me that I can live somewhere above reality
I want to feel his hands around my throat
Pressing me down until I finally cease to choke
The Gods' LamentIt's been so long sinceThe Gods' Lament4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mortals have known us
The offering smoke reaches us rarely, with its billowing
Plumes of ash
It makes no sense
Why they left
Where they went
Our followers betrayed us
And the rocky shores where
They used to pray
Stand littered with crosses
Crosses displaying their dead men
Dead men who mock us
Say to us:
"Your believers have gone
They are mine
They think of you
But just a few who know we are here
Just a few,
Among a world of souls lost to us
And they say
"we believe, in you gods. We believe."
Shay and Ash Chapter 1 I knew this day was gunna be different, the butterflies in my stomach told me so. In history class, sitting in the 3rd seat in the 4th row, i saw him for the first time. Ash, he was about 5'10" with short black hair with red tips, green eyes, lightly tan skin, and with a lightly muscular build. " Ash why don't you sit in front of Shay" said the history teacher. OH SHIT, I'm Shay. He walked over to the desk in front of me, put his back pack down and sat in his desk. God, his hair is beautiful. I stared at his hair the entire period and, like an alarm clock the lunch bell rang.Shay and Ash Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ash was the first to leave the classroom. I quickly got my backpack and headed towards my locker. I fumbled with my lock and like so many times before opened my locker.
"Hey you,". I looked behind me to see Ash standing there with his hands in his pockets.
"Hi," I said nervously.
His CologneThe perfect accessory,His Cologne4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
gets me every time.
It seduces my senses,
teasing me perpetually.
A sensation indescribable,
it takes my breath away.
Leaving me with thoughts
of what could be.
It lingers when he leaves
leaving me begging for more
Mounstros en el armarioMounstros en el armarioMounstros en el armario2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Es una noche tranquila en el barrio tranquilo de una ciudad tranquila. El reloj recién marca las tres de la mañana. En la calle sólo se escucha a los perros aullando a la luna llena, escoltada por las estrellas y constelaciones que danzan lentamente a través del cielo nocturno. Un sigiloso gato corre por la calle, ocultándose entre las sombras de la noche. En un ágil movimiento brinca la cerca que protege una casa, y se aproxima hacía la entrada, donde se sienta a relamer su pata, prestando poca atención a ese concierto dedicado a la luna.
En el segundo piso de aquella casa, en una habitación con aviones pintados en la pared y juguetes esparcidos por el suelo, un pequeño de poco más de 6 años duerme placidamente. Abraza con cariño a su blanco oso de peluche, obsequio de su madre en su cuarto cumpleaños. En su mesita de noche hay un vaso de agua y pañuelos, ju
Memories--an A:TLE Fanfiction"The First Kiss"Memories--an A:TLE Fanfiction4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Milo awoke from his peaceful slumber, but did not open his eyes immediately. He enjoyed basking in the pleasantness of the queen's chamber for a few minutes before getting up to start the day. He had always been one to wake up a few minutes before his alarm clock went off, and his life in Atlantis had not changed this habit one bit. He knew that the queen's assistant, as the official title was called, would be by in less than ten minutes.
Before opening his eyes, Milo allowed his other senses to take in the rest of the room. He heard the gentle trickling of a fountain that ran along the walls of the chamber, just below the wide windows that let in the night air. Having a pretty moderate climate within their "air bubble" beneath the ocean floor, and with no sky to change the weather, life was pretty comfortable once you got used to it. The soft, silk sheets of the bed lay over his body, coveri
to my former self -i.to my former self -6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a dim and exhausted new york subway train - i
surrender my fingerprints over to dirty railings and
my body stretches like a mayan temple over his landscape.
my sun drags itself across his skies to his brutal moon
prowling the outskirts of our madness. he says
bend yourself to these sights, love.
recognize, but never accept.
i want your filthy and bruised hope
on my table. he was
saturating space, says - how much
do you love your world. eyes screaming
alive over and over again. you can do better
he says, but you want to do worse.
a giraffe crawls out of my dead skin and is silent,
but stares with fat-sky eyes. its tongue snakes
and wraps around my wrists, shakes me
in a language that says my pores
are clogged and taste like
Africa and Ireland:
magic and desperation.
Or are we?I have something to say to you,Or are we?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
something to say to you all.
All of you who discriminate people for who they are.
Don't do that!
They have feelings too!
That's just plain stupid.
We're all humans, right?
For example, if you're 'black', or how you want to call it,
and people yell at you, because you're not white or something,
just think about the fact that it's just a color.
It doesn't mean you're different.
Why would 'black' people be scolded, and 'white' people not?
That's just plain stupid.
We're all humans, right?
Or, another example, if you're pansexual (or how you'd like to call it of course), and you get scolded because of that.
Just think about it, they're discriminating.
And not only you, but actually all people from their sex, queers, transpeople, and so on.
Why make difference between opposite sex and gender, and the ones named above?
That, too, is just plain stupid.
We're all humans, right?
Yet another example; Let's see, you're 'emo', or at least that's how they call you,
The European Parliament - Why Should I CareThe European Parliament - Why Should I Care2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The European Parliament
Why should I care?
"Yes, why should I?" - that's what I was wondering about not so long ago. I simply did not care about the European Parliament or, to be more specific, the European Union. As an Austrian I just took being European for granted, being part of the union itself, for granted. I never thought about what that meant though, for me all this "political mumbo-jumbo" seemed so far away, almost unreachable.
It also seemed to me like all political issues the European Parliament was dealing with with more important issues than the "first-world problems" some Austrians might have.
When we started learning about it at school I still found it uninteresting, it did not help or change my opinion in the slightest.
For me, it was also normal to live in a democratic country and in a democratic union where you could just elect the people you thought would represent you best.
What did change things was when we visited Strasbourg last December. It was simply amazing for
Hrm..Oh how my mind, body, and heart long for you my love.Hrm..4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Each and everyday I fall more and more inlove with you.
I want you next to me almost every minute
I want to feel your lips against my own. And against my skin.
I want to feel your bare skin on my own.
To hear your beautiful voice in my ears.
I love you my darling.
Je t'aime ma cherie.
I wish on a star everyday to be near you. To make you feel like your something when you feel/think that your not.
Even now when I'm writing this I'm in a small depression cuz I can't talk to you.
I thought I was in love before but now the ball game has changed and I'm more in love then ever.
I hope that soon we'll be together and for awhile.
I wont ever hurt you, and if I do then I wont ever forgive myself.
My heart aches whenever I'm not talking to you.
Your beautiful, your smart, gorgous, amazing, funny, you make me feel more loved then ever before,you know more then one language(which is sexy ;D), you make me happy as can be, you make me feel like I
Dawn of a new Day, part 1Dawn of a new DayDawn of a new Day, part 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Twilight arrived in the waiting area of the hospital, breathing heavily and now feeling pearls of sweat on her brow. Spike was still clinging to her neck after holding on for dear life. Her friends were already there; Applejack and Rarity stood up as soon as they saw her. "What happened?" she asked into the group while her mind continued coming up with ever worse scenarios.
"We don't know," Applejack said.
"They wouldn't tell us anything," Rarity continued.
Twilight looked at the other two ponies in the group. Fluttershy was still sitting on the bench at the other end of the room with Pinkie Pie next to her, comforting the nearly crying pegasus. It was early morning and they had all been called to the hospital with the message that something had happened to Rainbow Dash, but it did not mention anything specifi
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?"
A Dreadful DillemaI want to make a storyA Dreadful Dillema3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sadly I'm on a jeepney
I want to make a story
just to see things clearly
I plotted things in my head
But those plotted things from my head
turned into chaotic knots like a thread
It's the story of life, that I've read
There were thousands of possbilities
But everything got complicated
Like the sound of the harmonies
that make up all the songs
my thoughts got conquered
by the noise of the world
Distractions from motions
Annoyance from commotions
I just wanted to write a story
It's not such a mystery
Perhaps it's just the world just telling me
To continue the unfinished tales
That I've long been trying to take
I guess you can blame it on me
for losing my time
I just need to get through this thick mine
Like an adventurer walking by
It's a dreadful dillema to have countless of thoughts
Right in my head at the start of my cause
I'd rather have wrote in on paper right ahead
than losing it from my head
But I guess it happens
most of the time
since not all stories get wr