Spotlight: A Twilight MockeryCHAPTER ONESpotlight: A Twilight Mockery4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Stella. Stella Pawn. Totally plain and ordinary, I have never had a real friend. However, I hope that will change as I make my venture towards the dark, dreary, and indisputably horrid town of Spoons, Ottawa. There I am sent to live with Charlotte, my firefighter mother. Up until now I had been living with my father and his girlfriend in Arizona, where his girlfriend played for various softball teams and was soon going to make it to the big leagues.
I replayed the scene at the airport through my delusional and normally spacey mind as the flight descended towards the grassy planes of Spoons.
"Stella," my father gasped, wiping a tear from his wispy blue eyelid, "You you don't have to do this!"
"I know," I had said strongly and firmly, with not a hint of the fear I held radiating through my dark and sharp voice, "But I must!"
He sobbed, throwing his head down and clenching his heart. With that, I boarded the airplane without looking back as he called beh
Twilight RiotIn honor of the release of "Eclipse" (okay, so that's an ironic statement), I present to you my latest anti-Twilight song. Goes to "Zoot Suit Riot" by Cherry Poppin' Daddies, as well as "Grapefruit Diet" by Weird Al. Have fun singing along to this!Twilight Riot4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
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I see it in every bookstore
Even on Burger King's front door
Posters, stickers, video games
Man, it's completely insane!
No matter where I go,
Twilight's staring right back at me
Don't know what I can do
I'm going downright crazy
Vampires all over the place
Oh, get this malarkey out of my face
More than a little bit weird
Oh, I just wish it would all disappear
Well, Miss Bella is a total fake
She makes Britney Spears look like a saint
And as for this Edward Cullen dude,
He makes Dracula seem cheap and crude
Oh, all you girls, tell me
Why you're into this stuff?
What is it you see?
It's a bunch of foolish fluff
Read along with Twilight prt1Book cover Love the idea of the Forbidden Fruit from Genesis blah blah but part of me is just looking at it and thinking, is Ryuk from Death Note about to make a guest appearance?Read along with Twilight prt14 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Reading the opening I could have sworn I was trying to step back into a Pride and Prejudice moment or perhaps some old Mills & Boon. Either way I was wondering why the first chapter of a so-called feel good book starts with a discussion about death?
"I loved, Noble, even." Well how do we know that only one paragraph in, I'm not instilled with any kind of feelings as I have no idea about the character!
1. First Sight
Okay here goes! I'm reading it and apparently she is wearing her favourite shirt as a fairwell gesture, to what might I ask? She is being moved from one town to another and yet I have no sense of whether that is a good or bad thing until further down when the negative "exiled" comes out.
She's a teenager isn't she? Not that I know unless I go and find more
New Moon in a NutshellHi, guys! My beautiful name is still Bella Swan and Im the happiest girl in the world! Im also the prettiest, smartest, funniest, luckiest, and most unworthy. Plus, Im the best at everything, but Im really just your average girl. Im so super special happy awesome now that I have my cold undead glittery love. Hes so wonderful! I cant believe how lucky I am to have an incredible angelic beauty like him. Now since I have a man, I no longer lead a pointless existence! After all, everyone knows that women are weak and useless on their own.New Moon in a Nutshell5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Anyway, my knight in shining sparkly perfect impenetrable armor and I were hanging out one day. Id give you more details, but thatd be no fun. We were cuddling happily on the couch, since all we want is a platonic relationship. Since were both perfect students (although hes perfecter) we were studying for school. After all, what do true loves do other than discuss classic romance novels (which I&
GOTH TESTGOTH TEST4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
-- THIS TEST WILL TELL YOU WHAT KIND OF GOTH YOU ARE. --
You can consider yourself as a lil part of Goth community if you at least like to wear black and don't like to be like other "normal" people.
If you don't, you can still do this test to know what kind of Goth you WOULD be.
Check every section and count how much answer fit to your personnality. The section which will have the most answer that fits you will tell you what kind of goth you are (or would be).
- have fun... if you want to. -
01. if :
01) you like the 80s
02) you like Goth musical bands
03) Your fashion is from the 80s
04) you like/wear fishnet (on legs, arms, body...)
05) you like/wear leather jackets
06) you like/have piercings
07) you like/put heavy make-up
08) you like/have huge hair
09) you smoke / like people who smoke
10) you don't like (other) goth fashion.
...You're a Trad Goth.
02. if :
01) you focus on the dark, sensual and mysterious side of life and death.
02) you like Victorian litterature and m
i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.every time it rains,i'd call it love, if it wasn't suffocating.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i think of you.
because that's all there is--
and a quick breath of air
before we all go under.
every time it rains,
i swear i'm drowning.
You and Me Against the WorldI'll be nineteen and he'll be twenty-one. He'll be made of scars and half-truths, and I'm sewn together by unfinished stories and abandoned inspiration. They'll say it's wrong because love can't bloom from a broken past. But their warnings will fall on deaf ears because you'll be staring into my eyes in a way that whispers, "It's you and me against the world." So I'll take your hand, our fingers and destinies intertwining to create a whole new adventure.You and Me Against the World2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first months will be spent in a cramped apartment, bills and heated arguments piled up to the ceiling. I'll cry some nights because you're never home, and I'm fearing the worst. You'll walk in the door at two a.m. one morning, and I'll be in the bedroom, tears and old memories flooding my eyes. And I don't know what will be special about that night, those tears, but you'll break down. You'll hold me and apologize until your voice is hoarse. "It's you and me agai
Fiction or Fact Fiction or FactFiction or Fact2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We all know heroes
In real life and fake
They stand for something
That we all need
A light in the dark
A flicker, a spark
Is all we need
There is evil
And that's just a part of life.
Guns and grenades
Are as common
As flags at a parade.
We all grow up
Seeing and knowing
Of the violence
That lies deep within
Each and every one of us
Most have control
Most have something to live for
Most have something called love,
That cancel out the evil
But that is not true of all
There is always the dark
Full of unknown fears
That leave their mark
Don't follow that spark,
The light that glows brighter
Burning a hole through the dark
I wish I knew
How to fix the world
How to fix the people
Who can't fix themselves
For every hero
There is a villain.
For every life
There aren't enough willing.
Life is worth living
But we can't always look past
The titles we have given
Can't always decipher
Fiction from fact,
Compassion in the a
Feeling Forever"I've got something on my mind."Feeling Forever2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You always say 'forever'. But what does that even mean? My parents once said 'forever'. And look where it got them."
"Forever isn't just something you say."
"Then what is it?"
"Forever is something you feel. Something, that when you look at the person, you just see it. When I look at you baby, I feel forever."
Plain and Simple"I've been racking my brain, and I just can't figure it out."Plain and Simple3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Figure what out?"
"Why you love me."
I love you because it's as natural as breathing to me. The way you laugh, the way you smile... it's like my sunshine. Your voice, the way you hold my hand; it reminds me why I get out of bed every morning. All your insecurities and your doubts, they're nothing compared to what you can accomplish. You're everything perfect and unique. You're the most amazing person I know, simply...
"Because you're you."
It Will Never Have Been Enough. It Will Never Have Been Enough.It Will Never Have Been Enough.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What does it feel like?" He whispers up at me. He's too mature for his age. He is too young to die. My baby.
"Baby, it feels warm, like when we go to the beach and you lay in the sand. It feels like going to sleep." I say having no idea, and praying to God to keep him alive.
"Will I dream?" He asks. "Oh, Mom, I want to dream. I want to live. It's not fair!" He cries, and I hold back my own sobs and smooth his hair over his small head. "Can you come with me?" His lip trembles. He stares up at me with his big brown bruised eyes.
"No, John. I can't, but I'll meet you there." I pull his limp body into my arms and he doesn't struggle. His pulse is weak and his breathing is ragged.
"I don't want to go alone, Mom! It isn't fair. It isn't fair."
"No it's not." I whisper into his wispy blonde hair. "But you'll be my big brave boy, won't you?" I ask. "Do you remember Jesus?"
"The guy in the bible." He answers.
"You have to look for him. He'll take care o
Grave of the Fireflies. The Grave of the Fireflies.Grave of the Fireflies.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are memories
Still breathing beneath the ground
Under these graves.
People long forgotten
That linger on.
Small points of light
On the darkest of nights
And in its own haunting way
The graveyard is beautiful.
The feeling is reminiscent
And the laughter can almost be heard
The small wings flutter
Cutting through the stilled silence.
And this haunting,
Can only be described as:
The Grave of the Fireflies.
Mind Over Matter? Mind Over MatterMind Over Matter?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People think of the heart
As a symbol of love
But that is not all,
The heart can be bitter,
Or even make a mistake
When did we decide to feel with our thoughts?
The Cheshire Cat The Cheshire CatThe Cheshire Cat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Cheshire cat
Always has a secret
A package wrapped tightly
We won't ever know how to seek
And the secrets held within
Are none that we could've guessed
And the promises that were broken
Cannot be processed
And the love that is needed to heal can't be possessed
When everything is a lie
Like saying it is easy as black and white
But really all shades of gray
Are the colors of life
And the flames that are absent
When we can't light that fire
And the dark corners of the mind
Are what leave us blind
But everyone knows
A cat can see more in the shadows
Than we will ever see in the light
And the Cheshire cat always owns the night.
the story of my lifeChildhoodthe story of my life4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I was never a happy child.
My childhood consisted of my three playmates that lived in my tiny neighborhood in the middle of a forest. They were all boys. Juan, two years younger than me. Jr., a year older. And Cody, a few years older. I was told by them that I was gross, ugly, and dumb. But we were kids
During preschool and kindergarten, it was time with the boys at home. In kindergarten, I had a raging fear that I was being abandoned. I would get horrible images of my mom being in a car wreck and dying. I would have to get picked up early each day to stop me from sobbing.
My mom worked night shift at a bar. I didn't get to see her much between school and her job. I would get scared from not seeing her. I used to always think she'd get in a wreck and die on the way home so late at night. I would cry and try calling her almost every hour, just to make sure she was alive. I stopped doing this, to keep from bothering her, but in my head, the fear onl
His Soul Burns Brighter. His Soul Burns Brighter.His Soul Burns Brighter.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a boy
Who feels too much
But cannot say
What he needs to say.
So he thinks a lot
Hours and hours
And then he began to write.
He quickly writes down
What he has wanted to say:
Whispers and secrets
Love and hate
In just a few short years
He will have burned through
Thousands of papers
With a colored pen and an eager hand.
He never erases
For he loves
Each and every word
He wants his thoughts
to be blatantly heard.
His soul burns brighter
Than any of ours ever could...
We can plead and wish
But we do not have
His unique gifts.
His eyes change color
As his thoughts
Turn to writing,
For he is to paper
As thunder is to lightning.
One of these days
He will gain the confidence to speak,
His introverted ways
Will begin to decrease.
Over the years
This boy has turned into a man,
Long and swift fingers
Attached to calloused hands.
His heart has scars
Along with his ego,
But when things get bad,
In his writing he will show
Never Coming HomeNever Coming Home3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the boats crashed against the shore our bodies lurched forward. A man to my left crumpled over the side of the boat to vomit. The front of the boat fell open and we rushed for cover. From the corner of my eye I saw Frank run ahead of everyone. I tried to follow him but eventually I lost him in the sea of soldiers. Even though I gave him shit for being so small, I knew he'd be alright. 'I love you' I thought to him as I returned my focus to the fight. I turned back to look at the boat and saw that Mikey was one of the last ones to emerge from the carrier. "MIKEY!" I shouted over the roar of gunfire. I watched as Mikey crouched low, running to my side. I made sure to get his attention and pointed to the trench that laid a bit up the beach and mouthed 'on three.' Mikey stared at me and my heart ached. He was terrified and the
Nobody Ever Learns Nobody Ever Learns.Nobody Ever Learns2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There is a girl, her name is Nobody, and she sits at her kitchen table alone. Her wrists are scarred and her mind is scarred. Her family thinks that she is happy, what is there for her to be sad about? She holds a pen in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other. She doesn't cry as she writes the damning words onto a normal piece of paper in her swooping cursive.
For every paragraph that she finishes she lays another pill on the table. It seems as though she has a lot to tell you. Her hair is wet from the shower she took before sitting down with the pen and the pills. She has braided it off to the side and small drops of water fall onto the paper. Later you will think these drops are the result of her tears, but you would be wrong. Again.
You think you know her. Oh, I'm sorry, thought you knew her. How could you have known her? You are gone, unattached, and she is alone. She is Nobody. I know more about her from watching her pr
these feelings should be finiteI'm terrified and I know there's nothing unique about this, but I'm standing here completely out of touch with the rest of the world, realizing for the first time that we all feel things a little bit differently, which is why this doesn't hurt for you at all. I figure the only logical reason for how you could do this as if it means nothing was if it really did mean nothing at all for you. It's easier to hate you this way. It's easier to forget you without the burn of your kiss against my skin. It's easier to stay mad if I don't have to remember the way that it felt. Most of all, I can forget this as if it's a memory in someone else's lifetime if I accept the fact that we're all different. I can be different like you. I can let this mean nothing.these feelings should be finite2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I could mean nothing if you let me. If I let me.
You talk in big words that I get sick of hearing after awhile with big ideas and wide eyes and a small heart. I once heard that you can only love something so hard, for so long, before the feelin
Memories"Abbi don't!" I shouted, just before the hose drenched my church outfit. She giggled, and despite being miserable and wet, I smiled.Memories2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Making her laugh always made me smile. Even as a seven year old.
"You're gonna get in trouble with Amma." Almost as if on cue, my grandmother came into the back yard. "Cole Jason Bartholomew!" she shrieked and when I pointed at Abbigale, she sighed. "Abbi Nicole Rose, what have I told you about picking on Cole?" She smiled innocently, her cheeks flushed with pink. "She wasn't picking on me." I pouted, crossing my arms. "Please, she could take you any day, Coley." Amma said lightly, stroking Abbi's hair. I stomped off, away from the sound of their giggles. I smiled as I left though, because making Abbi laugh always made me smile.
"Happy thirteenth birthday, Abbi." I said with a grin, strolling up her driveway. She returned my smile, and jumped into my arms. "Cole! I thought you said you couldn't ma
we don't sound like a whisper.The sun never sets over the water, but you still take me there whenever dusk comes to meet the horizon. We sit out on the rocks with me tucked tight against your chest, while you count stars like other people count blessings, but we're only half lucky with all these city lights ruining your chances. I know you're tired, love, but I'm terrified. I'm running out of ways to stop myself from telling you I miss you because twenty four hours isn't a long time to be separated and I'm really just more afraid of what you're doing when I'm not there -- and of what you're thinking when I am. I've been burnt enough times before to learn that loving with only half your heart will save you from the fire, but I know that's not what I'm doing here. I don't want you to be a mistake worth making. I want this to be real this time.we don't sound like a whisper.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I keep playing out all the ways you could hurt me in my head, not because I think you will, but because it'll sting less if it actually happens. I've learned to prepare myself
Naming the Stars"What do you wanna do tonight?"Naming the Stars3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Let's name the stars."
"Hah, alright. What should we name them?"
"Nooo, we can't name them all the same thing. They're all unique; they all deserve their own name."
"So we're gonna name billions of stars?"
"No. There aren't billions of stars."
"What are you talking about? Of course there are."
"Baby, I'm talking about the stars in your eyes."
Boundaries BoundariesBoundaries2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why can't there be a compromise
I spend each day
Restrained by my sanity (insanity)
When the things I loved
And the things I was good at
Are so far out of reach
And that part of me that could write
Is locked up tight
In a place that I cannot return to
Sometimes when the edges fray
And the wall blurs
I can touch this place
And feel that hate
The burn that formed words
Words that in turn saved my life
Sometimes simple things
Can throw me so off balance
So off kilter
Could be night
And it's not a fair fight
Not when you battle
Your own emotions, thoughts, and the black
That threatens to envelope everything
That you are
And sometimes I don't even recognize
Who I was
Who I am
And I can't remember how it ever felt
To take happiness for granted