One Last TimeWe’ll never be able to explain whyOne Last Time2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Explain to our kin why our elders die
When the time comes to say a final farewell
We crumble, our bodies become a shell
Like my fathers before me, the time draws near
To say goodbye, a last time, to someone I hold dear
With a heavy heart I write my words
To the bravest soul who has much endured
We as humans hate that which we can’t comprehend
Such as the sorrow felt when a life comes to end
No words to construct any thoughts coherent
We spend our time wallowing in bereavement
Few words can come to ever assuage
Our ardent melancholy and our burning rage
The earth takes in the bodies we undertake
She holds them all, on the soil we consecrate
We don’t hide emotion, for we cannot refrain
To express our sorrows of our attempts in vain
Our will alone could not save the myriads of lives
Save our children, cousins, brothers, mothers, or wives
Yet we cherish our dead in memories fond
We hallow their names in the face of God
And with my farewe
THE FEUD part 3Jab, cab, ice, dice Sasori mouthed the words to himself as he painstakingly wrote on the paper in front of him, feeling Deidara watch his progress over his shoulder.THE FEUD part 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Youre doing good, un, he stated aloud, watching his pupils progress.
Thanks, brat, Sasori said, dropping the pencil and rubbing his sore hand, a tired smile on his face. He set aside the school supplies and pulled a small piece of wood out of his pocket, chipping away at it with his pocket knife.
Watcha doing, un?
It doesnt look like art, un.
It aint art yet. But gimme time, and itll make an awesome puppet.
But thats not art either! Deidara exclaimed. Art is a blast, un!
No it aint! Its eternal, idjut.
Art aint eternal, its short like my bombs, un!
Sasori suddenly stopped arguing and broke out into laughter.
GoneGoneGone7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The house is so empty,
My voice echoes throughout.
I hate it.
It feels like my heart.
Just as empty
A voice of sorrow
The house isnt mine
My heart cries out,
For something to fill the hole.
The hole where
My house once stood.
I keep thinking about it,
Its always on my mind.
It feels impossible to stop,
And guilty to push it away.
I want these memories
But I cry when I think
About how its no longer mine.
That I can no longer
Go back to it
Is the worse of it all.
Its gone now,
My lovely home.
Its gone now
A Friend for LifeA Friend for Life4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pokémon CreepyPasta-A Friend for Life
I sat down on my bed and grabbed my DS.
"It's been a long time since I played Pokémon HeartGold," I chirped happily as I turned the power on.
The intro was normal as always, and so as the saved file. I remembered that I last saved from Lavender Town.
"How unlucky " I thought as I pressed the Pokémon menu, taking an air flight to Goldenrod City with my Dodrio. Yes, I know Dodrio don't have wings but they still fly. My character landed in front of the Pokémon Center. I was thinking of breeding my precious Feraligatr, so I entered the Pokémon Center and switched my Whismur for my Ditto. My character quickly ran to the Daycare and went inside. I still had my Shiny Clefable being trained in the Daycare. I withdrew my Shiny Clefable and deposited my Feraligatr and Ditto.
I controlled my trainer to walk up and down, left and right
Until the Daycare Man called. Without replying, my character ran towards the Daycare Man s
Reimu's Morning Tea-OffReimu's Morning Tea-Off3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Reimu's Morning Tea Off"
By David "Spaztique" Zimmerman
Reimu's morning routine came to an abrupt halt when she realized she had completely run out of tea.
Bathed and dressed for the day, Reimu couldn't check the shrine grounds for any danger without a good cup of tea to wake her up. The only energy she ran on was a half-eaten breakfast and the fear of knowing a youkai could be out there right at that moment. That week, there were already six youkai encounters and six quick exterminations, so it was only inevitable something was going to show up eventually, and she had to be ready for it.
She checked the storage house for any spare tea, but the only thing inside were hundreds of copies of Aya's newspaper and a few invites to an upcoming event at the Scarlet Devil Mansion. The alter only held bottles of wine and other assorted booze. After what felt like an hour, Reimu gave up her search.
"I'll just patrol the shrine grounds without any tea," she thought, "What harm could it do?"
TH: TrustShe had always lived such a simple life.TH: Trust3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It wasn't dissimilar to the life of any wild animal -- stay healthy, keep yourself fed and clean, lead an active life and mind.
She wholeheartedly enjoyed such a basic lifestyle, because her life's hobby, which never stopped being a delight, was infinitely intertwined with catching dinner, so her own needs became a joy to fulfill.
She knew barely a moral or rule, and would dance away from any threats, either avoiding them completely or undermining them from the darkness.
What more could she ask for than a full belly and an endlessly-amused mind from the fear of mortals? It hadn't been horribly difficult to get her footing in this new world she called home, nor to forcibly receive respect from those who were lower on the food chain.
But now she was back at square one, now with a more difficult problem to solve, much to her own chagrin.
After getting her fill of dinner, she had returned back to the place she could consider the closest thing to a h
BurgersHaving found that most alcohol was just too weak, Yukari took a swig of her canister of jet fuel as she rapped on the door with her parasol. Twenty seconds and a loud crash or six later, Orin smiled as she opened the door, running a hand through her recently mussed up hair.Burgers6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hello, Miss Sat-oh Miss Yukari, I mean. She gave a bow before continuing. What brings you over at a time like this?
Ran and I were about to head out on some errands and were wondering if you could watch Chen for us, Yukari answered. Jet fuel?
No thank you, Miss. Im fine as I am.
Suit yourself, Yukari said, emptying the canister and tossing it in the road. Come on, Ran, lets go.
Ran sighed and handed a bubble-wrapped Chen over. No sweets, dont let her run in the street, dont let her run in the house, actually, dont let her run at
MonstersMonsters3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As a kid we fear darkness
Fear the monsters that hide from us
The monsters that are cruel and heartless
Making our minds slowly become a mess
As a kid we hide from the things that frighten us
Yet we set out to find them that we must confess
That's when we find out the monsters are not real
A world without monsters, wouldn't that be ideal?
As we grow we start to fear the dark less
Sometimes we still fear the dark
That's something to which we must confess
And sometimes the dark creates in us a spark
We don't know why, and that sometimes gives us stress
When we get older and get mature,
We discover a horrible truth.
We stop looking for the monsters,
Because we have discovered they are us.
WingsSt. Bernards HospitalWings6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Three Bridges Security Ward
1. Mental Status Exam
a. Patient is young girl, claiming to be 495 years old. Patients parents verify age of 7 years. At roughly 09:30, December 6th, 1988, patient decorated two rusty wrought iron bars measuring a 1.4 meters in length with colored glass shards before plunging both into own back (see attachments 3A-3E). While bars missed vital organs, positioning resulted in their lodging between ribs, irremovable through surgery without extremely high risk of complication. Bars were sawed to manageable length by medical staff shortly after incident at 21:00 of same day. Expresses extremely antisocial and avoidant tendencies, refuses to look at medical staff above waist level. Patient is highly delusional, and may be threat to herself and others.
b. Patients thought process is still difficult to determine
Purple Haze, Purple ProseThere was a war going on. Somewhere, people were dying.Purple Haze, Purple Prose3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Somewhere, at this very moment, somebody was drawing their last breath on ragged lungs, pierced by bullet or blade, or claw or horn.
But not here.
Here, in the midst of all this death, Mike pulled life from the earth. Here, he grew turnips. To their left, he grew carrots, and to their right, he grew beans. There was cabbage and kale, and tomatoes and peppers and a handful of logs with mushrooms sprouting. He had potatoes and pumpkin patches, pots and planters overflowing with fruit and herb.
This was his kingdom. This was his domain. This was the land that he guarded with a quick hand and watchful eye. And when he wasn't standing watch, he foraged.
When their lives fall apart, people stop tending their yards. In abandoned lots and lawns, weeds grew like yellow-tipped wildfire. And wildfire made for good eatin'.
So Mike picked, and Mike plowed. He pulled the choicest clover and made marvelous mustard and dandelion wine. He made sal
A vegetarian headline:Cow eats man in self defence.A vegetarian headline:8 years ago in Humor More Like This
The VampireHis eyes like the rays of the sunThe Vampire7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burning fiery red against his pale skin
They draw me closer, full of danger
Yet I cant turn away
His long fangs are razor blades
Ready to sink into my neck
He edges closer
And I catch my breath
Yet I cant turn away
I freeze like a deer in headlights
I am trapped
He is the vampire
And I am his prey
Yet I cant turn away
Okami vs OkamidenOkami vs Okamiden4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Okami will forever be one of my most cherished videogames in my collection. There were so many aspects to be admired--a huge map that could be roamed around freely, giant intimidating bosses that actually required effort to defeat, and a unique and absolutely beautiful design.
As an artist, the entire watercolor/ink painting feel of the graphics is what really made the game win my heart. Even as you play, you are literally granted the power of a brush. You paint symbols directly on the screen that represent elements or attacks that may be used outside and inside the battlefield.
Of course, you're given a variety of weapons as well. Each one you find or purchase is a work of art in itself. They're all different in their own way and look magnificent. You have your choice of Rosaries (beads), Glaives (swords), and Reflectors (mirrors). Other than the looks, the performance of each weapon is slightly different but they're all quite balanced. Reflectors are swung around in a circular motion
False RebirthFalse Rebirth4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yuyuko: I want food!!!! -takes banana and mochi-
Yuyuko: -eats mochi and shoves banana up #######'s ####-
Troll: Just stop it. Your RP'ing is horrible. You're an 18 year old guy and you're role-playing yuyuko in such a childish and obscene manner.
Reil: Can you stop bullying him? He feels very sad each time you do this to him.
Troll: I'm not trolling; I'm just pointing out the truth.
Yuyuko: STOP TROLLING OAO
Yuyuko: If this is the way I'm treated then I'm going to lea
Disrupted from his RP cybering and palpitating with rage, "Yuyuko" suddenly clutched his chest, a dull pain spreading from its centre. An empty gasp escaped him. Fumbling, his other hand slipped off the keyboard and his sweaty naked body tumbled awkwardly onto the floor, where he lay still.
After an indeterminate amount of time
Yuyuko opened his eyes. He was no longer in his dank and dirty room. He was lying in a bright place,
There was anthrax in that letter ...“Do you know what day it is?”There was anthrax in that letter ...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Erm … Tuesday?”
They were sitting on the outdoor porch of a famed restaurant of the Human Village. Above them winked dim fairy lights (a NitoriCorp patent, made from one hundred percent actual dim fairy; Cirno would've been horrified), and they dined to the sad tune of human minstrels – for the Prismrivers were booked for a sellout concert in the Old Hell, so wouldn't be free for weeks, and Mokou was too much of a cheapskate to afford anyone higher-billed.
Not that Kaguya seemed to care. The princess ploughed her way without pause through the numerous entrées already on the table – from chicken skewers to chargrilled squid, spicy pork buns to stuffed pita bread – in a mad attempt to milk the most out of Moko
We Are All GoingThomas Edison's last words were:We Are All Going3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's very beautiful over there.
And Mr Barrie said: I can't sleep
Before he dreamed his way to Neverland.
And seventy-four years later,
When it was Mr Jobs' time to go
He said Oh wow, oh wow, oh wow
Before he left this world.
Let's go and see the other side
And touch the clouds with our lost lives.
But maybe there's just plain old darkness,
That's familiar even though it's cold.
Mr Darwin said he was not afraid,
And Ms Austen asked for nothing but it
The revolution that was Mr Marx said:
Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
And no they didn't, they never said enough.
You may never have known these names
Until my inky sentiments for their last words.
Just another jumble of letters on the list of the dead
Yet there's something wonderful in what they said.
When McKinley was shot
And didn't die for days
His wife screamed: I want to go too.
And he just said: We are all going.
I suppose Mr Edison was righ
Marik Plays TOMEMarik Plays TOME2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Okay, so Bakura told me he’s tired of just sitting around watching me play video games all day. I can’t imagine why… At any rate, he appears to be serious about this (he even made his little stubborn-pouty face) so, in the interest of preserving our evil alliance, I agreed to separate myself from my console for a couple of days.
I never said anything about my PC...
Ha ha ha, I am so wonderfully evil! The fluffy fool cannot possibly begin to imagine that I am really still playing video games behind his back! Well, technically it’s more like an online RPG, but my plan is still SUPREMELY EVIL. That’ll teach him who really wears the leather pants around here.
Hmm, let’s see… This T.O.M.E. game is supposed to be some kind of virtual-reality-type-thing… I don’t really know how it works, but it reeks so badly of money and arrogance that I’m sure Kaiba’s hologram technology is involved. Although it really doesn’t have a
Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chapter 6Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chapter 6 (Nassor's P.O.V)Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chapter 63 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shocked, I staggered backwards till I was almost pressed up against the tomb of Colossus. Helen had been coming up closer to me, till she had stopped and started calling me her prince and how she was overjoyed that we could finally be together. She reached her hand out to me, as if she expected me to take it. Then all of the sudden she was Helen again, the same Helen who had always lived next door to me. She looked up at me.
"Nassor? Did you bring me here?" she asked me, her eyes brimming with sadness and innocence.
"No" I replied. "You walked up to me while I was here."
"That's funny" she said, a confused look on her face. "I don't remember coming here."
"You had better go home before your parents start to worry about you." I told her, my mind filled with questions and thoughts about what had happened only a few minutes earlier. I needed her to leave so I could sort them out.
"I suppose you're right." She said calmly, before walking
OneshotHe had been liking her for as long as he could remember. Not that she ever seemed to notice, of course. She always seemed to ignore anything to do with the green skinned male. Truly, she still held a grudge against him for taking away something she had worked for her entire life. Usually, if she ever had to come in contact with him, she would treat him worse then dirt.Oneshot1 year ago in Romance More Like This
But that didn't stop him from finding her presence to be a relief from reality. He would find himself staring at her from across the room, his crimson orbs opened a little wider then usual. No, she never looked back at him. Yet that never stopped him from gazing at her with a blush sprinkled across his cheeks.
After some time, a big headed boy began to notice his enemy's obvious fondness to the girl that was so intent on pretending he did not exist. At first, he found the whole situation very amusing, and began taunting the alien relentlessly about his crush, which usually ended with the human having a pain in a place th
The Broken BottleThe Broken Bottle4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
By hiding we are making sure that none could ever hurt us, find us, scare us to the point of retreat. Now when I say retreat I don't mean physically beating us back, or even making us pull back into ourselves. When I speak of retreat in this aspect I refer to actually making us so scared that we can't move back. We become so frightened of any kind of minor change any kind of stress. This will break us.
You know us.
You know what we are, but you don't know that you do.
We are the ones that you can rely on to always be there, the ones you can fall back on, the ones that fight back for you when you can't anymore. They stand up for you when you are too shocked or upset or even angry to act. We don't ever appear broken, we don't appear scared, we don't appear like there could ever be anything wrong.
You might ask us what's wrong when we let our masks slip, but we insist we're fine. Most of the time you believe us, those times you don't, those are the times we have truly fallen. We
the monsterthe monster3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
there is beast i'm told of
and with it we must cope
he's full of filthy lies
and empty dreams that leave no hope
its mouth is full of gossip
and its teeth turned yellow
by the stench of jealousy
he creates, this nasty fellow
the monster resides
in a place no one can see
you are impotent to him
he lives in you and me
Pippi Longstocking Smoked PotFeet off the Eiffel Tower andPippi Longstocking Smoked Pot4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Running of waves, the
Way that she collapsed
As the drugs took hold
The safety net is what killed her
And that's what they call irony
Flowers are island beings
Like girls with braided hair
Who sleep upside down and backwards
On box-springs made of glass