Let's Play a Game“Let’s play a game,” Death said to me.Let's Play a Game2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get a second life for free.
The rules are simple, so listen to me.
You must first be born a he or she
With traits categorized, one to three;
The rest will come later, you will see.
You will begin off with guidance and support partially.
Loneliness will come upon you when you are not healthy mentally,
But you will be the key to unlock an antidote to your own disease…possibly.
The trick to the game, though, is to live fully and responsibly without a visit from me.
Live 100 years the way you want, and I’ll gladly give another life to thee.”
“Let’s play a game,” Life said to me
“And whoever wins the first ten rounds will get to live for eternity.
The game is tricky, so listen carefully.
You will be born a he or she
And from the very beginning given a number, one to three.
The numbers represent a path you are willing to go without attempting t
Ayer. NejiHina. Oneshot (1)Ayer. NejiHina. Oneshot (1)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Parejas o Personajes Principales: NejiHina / Neji Hyuga y Hinata / Hyugacest
Rank: Ma (Contenido explicito de carácter sexual, violencia y palabras inapropiadas para menores)
Nota: One Shot creado para el concurso de Fanfics de Naruto Fanfics Español en DA! Tema estacional (Primavera / Otoño)
Sé que el cumpleaños de Hinata es en diciembre, pero para efectos del fic, será el otoño y no en invierno
DISCLAIMER: Los Personajes de Naruto y el mundo creado en él pertenecen a Masashi Kishimoto. Se utilizan sin ningún fin comercial.
Ayer pasó el pasado lentamente
con su vacilación definitiva
sabiéndote infeliz y a la deriva
con tus dudas selladas en la frente
ayer pasó el p
1 percent can solve the world poverty issue1 percent can solve the world poverty issue3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I originally wanted to name this piece "Can the wealthy and the average person solve the world's poverty issue" But of course the title was too long, so .. You got ^^ that After doing the bottom part, a friend said I should name it "Can America alone solve the world's hunger problem, but I did not want to because I think it should be a global issue to address the hunger issue, not just an American problem
Wealthy people of the world
A friend and I were discussing world poverty issues because of something spoken about on television. My friend said that he wondered if the richest people on the earth could solve the world's poverty problem.. which then made me start thinking about this and this is basically my full "thoughts" on it that I wrote out
According to the World Health Organization, 26,000 people die every day of starvation, this includes 19,000 kids and 6,000 adults. A friend and I were discussing this and I wondered, could
Victoria II country tagsI spent most of today getting all these tags and using them to make a custom map. Here they are, if you'd like to use them.Victoria II country tags5 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Note: I was using New Nations Mod (NNM), which adds a lot of these, and changes the vanilla tags for Panjab and Philippines
Dixie RedNoon. It is so hot, even the roads do not want to go anywhere. The sun dominates the sky and drives everything and everyone to stay under cover. The clouds abandoned the sky sometime last night, and still do not face the sun. The hum of cicadas rubs at the air, but it is a weary sound, for the heat seems to soak into everything, even the mating dreams of insects.Dixie Red4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dixie Red sits on the back porch of her great-grandmother's house and smokes an illicit Marlboro. With the air so hot, it seems as though she can thrust a cigarette out through a hole in the screen to ignite it. But, no, she still needs to use the heavy, olive drab Ronson that she discovered in the attic, one year, amongst the trunk-bound possessions of an uncle who died in World War II.
Her great-grandmother, the old woman known to all as "Maybe," sleeps in the room she still insists is the parlor, beneath the slow rotations of a ceiling fan. She will sleep away the afternoon, to rise with the moon at eight or nine. She will
The Beckett ColcannonCIAN, bowler hat, medium gray trench coat, old-fashioned sunglasses, a cane.The Beckett Colcannon5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
BEAG, bowler hat, light grey trench coat.
SET: Front center, a rectangular table, around 8 feet long. To its right, as seen by the audience, an oven/stove. On the stove, a pot with steam coming from it, and on the floor to its right, a small garbage bin. To the table's left, a simple armless chair, facing the audience. On the table, one pound of ham, in one piece. The set is lit in medium light, and the remainder of the stage is left in darkness.
Curtains rise. CIAN sits at the chair. He stares directly forward. Five seconds.
CIAN: Ready, yes, they must be ready.
CIAN knocks his cane twice on the floor. BEAG enters from the right immediately, looks into the pot. He makes to leave.
CIAN: Are they ready?
BEAG stops and faces CIAN.
CIAN: Good. How long have they been steaming for?
BEAG: Almost long enough.
CIAN: Good. (Pause.) And the ham?
BEAG: Sitting on the table.
Old hauntsNumb fingers fumble at coppersOld haunts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a dodgy purple lighter which is unfit for purpose.
Giant splodges of stars
as if God - in a frolic of youthful exuberance
went wild with a paintbrush.
Granite delicately held by shape and contour alone.
Slotted together: a melee of ankles, hips, spontaneous larynx.
Careless hopes, dreams wide, menthol cigarettes.
Thoughts all quiet.
Convenience Ducky Short usually avoided using 'convenience' stores. The floors were always grimy, the lighting was too dim for his tired veiny eyes, and the cashiers never spoke more than five words of English. But the thing that irked him most was how every one of them put the Ho-Hos on the very bottom shelf, and every time he would have to find a way to maneuver his long body and old rusty joints into a crouch just so he could reach them.Convenience4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had been struck with a Ho-Ho craving as he was walking by, and since the only store nearby was a tiny convience store, he had no choice but to go in and claim his cakes. There was no controlling this sort of thing. 'Happy Ho Ho emergencies', his mother used to call them, God rest her soul.
But Ducky hadn't expected a different kind of emergency.
The bell on the door barely had time to jingle before it was drowned out by a frantic holler.
"Freeze, everybody! I've got a gun, so no messing around!"
Happy HollowLook:Happy Hollow4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I found him in Happy Hollow, the woods that's on the outskirts of the city. He was a little ways off the path me and my sister, Nahla, take to school, 'cept Nahla was sick that day so it was just me by myself. It's not the fastest way to get to school, but we can't go through Northampton or else the bullies that live there will throw dirt clods at us. After I found him I took him to this old shed out there. It's got a hole in the roof but I figured the little guy'd be safe there on account of it's a good ways away from the Northampton houses; plus you can't hardly see it through all the leaves and branches and stuff. His fur was real white and real soft, just like snow 'cept it wasn't cold. It was warm and fuzzy so it made you wanna squeeze him real tight. I liked playing with his ears cuz they was all floppy, 'cept when you made a weird noise, then they'd stick straight up and he'd tilt his head sideways and look at you funny. He had a long bushy tail and sharp little baby teeth
Dance In The Dark Chpt9Matthew headed to his small room after the performance, maybe a little quicker than normal, but no one seemed to take notice. He closed the door and finally looked at his palm and what Crystal had scrawled there. He squinted at it. It looked like a phone number, and there was a name under it, "Mael". His eyes widened. Wait . . . what?! That's the name of the Vampire King! How did she get the number of the Vampire King?! He stared at the name, afraid that it was going to burst into flames on his palm. Why? How? He felt a panic attack coming on. Chuck. I have to tell Chuck. Chuck had free access to the phone. Having to do all the financial stuff he had Anzelm's complete trust to contact the outside. Matthew left his room and went toward Chuck's office, still staring at his hand in fear and amazement. He was so distracted that he banged bodily into the door.Dance In The Dark Chpt94 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Come in, Matt." Chuck's voice was amused, "But open the door first."
Matthew opened the
FFM Day 10: Toothache.The water that flows in from the glass is a tide coming into a cove. It breaks against the perimeter and the low ceiling in splashes, swirls in eddies around the hollowed-out spaces which are in the gradual constant of being worn down. Soon, the water slowly drains to the back of the cove and out of sight.FFM Day 10: Toothache.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sometimes the water that flows in from the glass recedes, expelled suddenly by some heaving force, a groundswell; whatever the motion, I'm made aware of all the spaces and niches where the water seeps through. There are lichen clinging to the stalagmites and stalactites of the cove, and they recoil as they are doused with a wash of cold tinged with salt. Shrinking back, they try to break into the hard surface that is the host for their parasitism, reverberating ache, threatening eventual collapse.
Zindigi Life Monsoons Ch 1When Pavarti died, the sunlight went with her. Any fledgling rays that had once, cautiously, shined down on a family so desperately in need of light, left nothing but the dust of Mumbai roads clinging to the windows. It was hastily snuffed out, like the lazy wisps of a tobacco beedi, purchased by a seedy rickshaw driver at cheap roadside stalls.Zindigi Life Monsoons Ch 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
We were the meager funeral procession, my father and I, the now oldest child, and we watched the two disinterested day laborers unfeelingly carry her remains to the cemetery of an abandoned church. The smug sunlight languidly settled into a distant horizon. Even as the blazing humidity diminished, sweat continued to trickle down my shoulders. The dusty white kurta pants were slowly coming apart from the makeshift knot I had tied.
Absently, I ruminated about the thick black plaits that used to run down my sister's back, how the perishing temperatures before the monsoon storms would make cotton salwaar kameez she wore to work stick to her body by
The Clocksmith Chapter OneThe sun was not yet up, though the sky had turned the colorless hue that heralds sunrise. The tops of trees still budding could be seen as stark shadows against the sky, a testament to the light that would soon return to the world. From somewhere in the predawn fog, the forlorn sound of a train echoed into the dark station. Gradually, the rhythmic chugging of the engine's wheels became more audible, and the large iron beast came into view. The train came to rest in the station, steam blowing out of its smokestack.The Clocksmith Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Pine Harbor!" the conductor shouted drearily, half-expecting no one to get off. Peter stepped alone off the passenger car and looked around. Home at last, he thought wryly. Not that there was anything in particular to look forward to. Swinging his father's battered top hat onto his head, he walked out of the station and into the road.
At this hour, Pine Harbor lay in the midst of the fore
OrientalismIn the day, yellow sandOrientalism5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the Taklamakan
coats the motorbikes
of your overlords
At night, this city's towers
gleam, a Chinatown of lights
(dragon gold, lantern red)
Here, you can eat
a Philadelphia roll
or a fortune cookie
on the side
Or you can dive
into a Pacific of
in wire cocoons
Don't get distracted
by the innumerable
neon kanji; trace
the tiny green
lights to the
at the end of
Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 4As they approached Peggy got more and more anxious. The place looked, sounded, and smelled nearly deserted. It was the "nearly" that made the hair down her back stand on end and her haunches twitch. Several black squirrels ran past in their normal random running patterns, but one of them stopped and looked at her with his beady black eyes as if it were studying her, then ran up a tree in a circular motion. The chills hit the back of her head right between her ears. She suddenly went on alert, wondering what was going on and feeling like there was something seriously wrong.Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Felix didn't seem to notice anything was amiss and knocked on the door, yelling out to the people he obviously expected to be there, "OY! Master Serigan? It's Felix Storyweaver here!" He knocked again, louder.
"Felix . . . there's something not right about this place . . . are you sure about this?" Peggy was starting to get spooked, sidling around to try and make sure she could watch all around her as much as possibl
Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 1Peggy looked out of the stable at the retreating form of the young man. Tears were flowing from her eyes. It really wasn't fair, but she supposed she should have expected that reaction. She rubbed her eyes mournfully. Still didn't make it any easier to take, especially since she did like him. A lot. He'd been so attentive and kind to her, and he was clever and smart. She had hoped, no, she'd PRAYED that he'd be different, that he would see her as the young women who's conversation and company he desired. Not as a freak. She stamped her foot hard into the ground in frustration, the tears still flowing, looking at the horseshoe shaped imprint her front hoof left.Centaur: A Chaotic Tail Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been going so well, he'd come to retrieve the custom tooled saddle she'd carved out for him. It was probably the prettiest and most ornate piece she'd made, but it had been a labor that she didn't mind because it was going to the person she'd lost her heart too. He'd paid her, with even a bit extra for the extra work, and
Wild Hunt :: LongmaLike any good story, this one does not begin where it began. It does, however, begin where it endsat a funeral.Wild Hunt :: Longma4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The village was not particularly big. Rather, it was frightfully small, and just as frightfully remote. That said, it was little surprise that every denizen turned out for something so important as the funeral of a good man.
and it truly was each and every one: every man, woman, and child; every son, brother, and father; every maiden, mother, and crone. It was said even the dogs followed at the heels of their masters, even the songbirds gathered in the trees, and the livestock unable to free themselves from their pens bowed their heads in respect. But the story that is still told to this day was how the most notable guest at the funeral of Bai Huan was his finest (and only) stallion.
* * * * *
A long way from the village (but not nearly far enough) a
a shut in placeMeg's world is a world of uneven earth and blue skies, surface rock cracked and blown about by howling wind. She runs through wasteland, stumbles with purpose towards a wooden desk in the distance. She runs and runs, dirt and stones scuffing Mary Janes, but the writing desk is a finish line she can't reach.a shut in place4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Why a writing desk?" her friend Alex says when she tells him about the dream. He emphasizes the question with a hand, waving the sandwich he's holding towards her before taking a bite.
She's left out details: how she is smaller, younger, a smooth-faced child with little hands dressed in her Sunday best instead of the twenty-one-year-old English major she knows herself to be. How the desk speaks of a familiarity she can't place and screams of a significance she can't understand. How she's been having the same dream for weeks and how it haunts her every waking moment with an urgency of impending consequence and menacing complexity that reminds her of Kafka.
Meg shrugs, the motion cau
Victory Keep: Chapter 1Edgar stepped into a clearing and found a centaur suckling her child. He threw his hands over his eyes.Victory Keep: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
'I am terribly sorry, madam!'
'It's all right.'
Her tone was scornful, but with better things to worry about, Edgar did not take it to heart. He uncovered his eyes. She was feeding the child like a mare, not a woman, so he felt no need for embarrassment. He stooped down a little, trying to determine the gender of the young one. As with foals, it was easy enough to tell.
'What a delightful little boy,' he said.
The mother smiled. 'Thank you.'
'Do you mind if I sit down here for a few minutes?'
'I am very tired.'
The centaur made no reply. She stood with arms folded and her back legs slightly apart, gazing out into the forest. Edgar was disappointed. The significance of the situation had not escaped him, and he hoped she would talk to him.
The first thing to do was find somewhere to