Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.
"Why did you kill this person, Carl?!"
"I do not kill people. That is..." he couldn't help glancing back towards the kitchen. "That is my LEAST favorite thing to do."
I sighed. "Carl, tell me exactly what you were doing before I got home."
He frowned and shifted
PhilophobiaPhilophobia.Philophobia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the fear of falling in love
the fear of heartache
the fear of shattered hearts
The fear of sentiment,
fear of affection.
Your numb heart,
yearns to feel again.
the rush of pain won't come.
the fear of passion
the fear of adoration
the fear of being labeled:
darling, dearest, beloved
The fear of ardor,
It's worth it being with my family laugh freely hopeIt's worth it4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
seeing friends again no more ensures no blood tests
staying at home not cold or tired no numbers
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
Why?WhyWhy?5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Every day as I get ready I ask the same question,
I look into my bathroom mirror and ask myself why?
Why am I so ugly?
Why am I so overweight?
Why am I so dark?
Why do I have on and off acne?
Why am I so hairy?
Why don't I have perfect s-curls?
Why am I not slender?
Why is my nose so wide?
But most of all why am I not perfect?
Love and HateI love the way I can make my stomach heave.Love and Hate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love the way I can stop myself from eating.
I love the way I can make mysef bleed.
I love the way I can see my bones after a while.
I love the way I no longer recognize hunger.
I love the way I have scars on my skin.
I love the way my clothes become loose.
I love the way my face begins to thin.
I love the way my skin tears away from the blade.
I love the way I can control it.
I love the way no one notices.
I love the way the evidence is never even suspected.
But I hate who I've become.
Say This Everyday"I Will Never Be Beaten.Say This Everyday4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I will Never Be Taken Alive
I Will Keep On Living
I Will Not Be Afraid
I will Survive Anything And Everything"
A Sad Little GirlA Sad Little Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a sad little girl living in a sad little house with sad little parents. This sad little girl had no friends, she always sat alone under that sad oak tree watching the children play. Teachers always asked, "why don't you play with your classmates? It's a beautiful day! Go make some friends!" With a small frown upon her lips the sad little girl went out to play. Laughter filled her ears, the sun shown on her face. And out of the blue the children stopped. Held their balls, the laughter died, the swings stopped. Their lips all pressed into lines. Backing up the sad little girl went back to her tree. A tear ran down her cheek. Slowly a cloud hung over her head, she walked alone after school; the cloud growing over her head.
The grass was dead, the crows digging their talons into the tree flapping their wings. Window shutters falling off the hinges. Paint peeling off the walls. Mother was to depressed to even say 'hello' to the sad little girl when she returned home from school. Fat
TearsThe tears you shed last night,Tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the tears I wiped from your eyes,
were tears of love...
What we have is so good,
we both know that although it will last,
it will be hard
when you part,
and I am left here on my own,
missing your kisses,
So we cry...
But we will fight.
Near or far
we will stay together
now that we have been together,
now that we know
how it feels to be so close...
it feels just perfect.
Nothing, no one,
no distance will keep us apart.
It will not be easy.
We will have to be patient.
until we meet again.
We are living the time of our lives,
you and me,
and it is better
than what we had expected it would be.
so very good...
That is why we cry
tears of love...
Recoverynot starvingRecovery5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Brother's TearsA Brother's Tears3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sun was shining over a sunflower field which was located near a simple, white house in the country. A tall man, whose name was Ivan, was lying down on a blanket in the center of the field, which had a small patch of grass. Ivan was sleeping, his grayish blonde hair moving with the cool breeze. It felt quite lovely to him. Then a rustling sound came from inside the sunflowers. Ivan opened his eyes slightly,
"Who is there?"
A shadow appeared above him; of course it was natural instinct to look up. After he did, a teenage girl fell into his arms. "It's good to see you again, Sister." Her name was Piper, and she rarely got to see her brother since she was living with their aunt and other sister, but she really wanted to live with Ivan.
"I am so glad I was able to come here to see you again, big brother. Katyusha said you would be out here," she said with a big smile, yet Ivan gave her a concerned face. He noticed a cut on the left side of her neck. "Where did this come from?"
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
Llamas With Hats 2 [Human Adapted]I watched the burning ship sink on the horizon, then turned to my roommate, who was sheepishly grinning at me. "Carl, what on Earth was all that?"Llamas With Hats 2 [Human Adapted]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm not sure what you're referring to," he said innocently.
"You sunk an entire cruise ship, Carl!"
"Are you sure that was me? I think I would remember something like that." He sat down on the floor of the lifeboat we were in, crossing his legs and looking up at me.
I crossed my arms. "Carl, I watched you fire a harpoon into the captain's face." I didn't even know how Carl knew how to fire a harpoon!
"That sounds dangerous."
"You were head-butting children off the side of the ship!"
"That, ah, must have been horrible to watch." Carl's expression said different--he looked like he was enjoying this.
"And then you started making out with the ice sculptures!" I cried, exasperated.
Carl smiled, as if in doing this, he'd been doing a great service to society. "Thank god that the children weren't on board
Good EnoughWhy am I not pretty enough?Good Enough8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just like you always said
now everyday at lunch is when
the toilet is my best friend.
Why am I not wanted enough?
it's written across my arms
the way you ignore me makes me feel like
the scars do more help than harm.
Why am I not good enough?
I gave you everything plus my heart
but still you pushed, used and broke me
and left my heart in shards.
Why am I not loud enough?
for you to finally see
that deep inside my bleeding heart I realize
that you're not good enough for me.
Lady DepressionI am getting fat and complacent.Lady Depression4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sup on the riches of your labour and
spit the bones back in your face.
You are not worthy of anything.
You are a fly buzzing in my ear,
neither here nor there.
I can fell you with one slap,
end you with one loud clap
of my hands together and you fall,
like a marionette puppet whose
strings have been cut.
You are easily killed.
I think I'll play with you a little more.
Am I Good Enough for You Now?Am I Good Enough For you Now?Am I Good Enough for You Now?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You told me I was perfect,
Just not for you,
I know that's not true.
I know you want someone better,
Than I could ever be,
And for that I am sorry.
It appears that you like girls who are stick thin,
You know the ones who have no flab or skin,
The girls who resemble skeletons.
I never thought I'd sink this low,
But for you I'll change,
I'll just leave the healthy weight range.
Are you happy now,
I'm down 3 sizes and a half,
Am I good enough yet.
You also like bad girls,
The one's who are always smoking pot,
The one's who think they look hot,
But for you I'll change whether I like it or not.
Now I'm addicted to pot and cocaine,
But I'm still not good enough all the same.
Still nothing has worked,
Maybe if I were one of the girls who wear short, short shorts
Maybe youd like me if I were a whore.
Now I've signed up for prostitution,
I feel like it's the only solution,
Am I finally good enough for you.
Now I'm stuck in rehab,
And I feel like a load of crap.
For NowRight now I am broken.For Now4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the silence of my room,
Under the cover of darkness,
I see my flaws all too clearly.
For now, I hate myself.
I hate that I'm weak,
That I make my friends worry,
That I can't save myself without help.
In the morning, I will be happy.
I've survived the nightmares,
I'm living a new day,
And I have piano first thing.
At lunch, I will be warming up.
My friends make sure I eat,
Because they notice what's going on,
And I'm proud to call them my family.
In the afternoon, I will be excited.
I'll get to see my favorite people,
My unofficial support group,
And I'll sing my heart out.
In the evening, I will be calm.
Dinner will pass with ease as we talk,
All of us around a dinky table,
Laughter and conversation in the air.
When night rolls around, I will be hushed.
I will seclude myself again,
Already living for tomorrow,
Wishing there was a way to silence the voices.
Right now, I am broken.
But tomorrow is a new day,
And with the people I love as support,
I believe one d
Is My Heart Broken?I don't understandIs My Heart Broken?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why my heart beats the way it does
When I see your smiling face.
Zweifelnde PerfektionZweifelnde PerfektionZweifelnde Perfektion4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Gebunden in Unsicherheit
Unsicherheit, geboren aus Perfektion
Perfektion, geboren aus Schönheit
Ich weiß das ich schön bin,"
Du fühlst es nicht.
Dabei macht mich das was du bist
und das was du sein wirst
schwankend vor Freude
Sähest du nur einen Moment mit meinem Blick.
Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chap. 2Frankenweenie Fanfiction Chap. 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Frankenweenie Fanfiction chap. 2
His parents were fighting again. It did not bother Nassor very much anymore. He had grown used to it. They fought about a lot of things, but mostly about family. His father, Herman Karloff was always inviting his relatives to stay when they were anywhere nearby. His mother, Mary Shelley Karloff did not appreciate this. In her mind, Herman's relatives were a bit too strange for her taste and she wanted to keep them away from Nassor because she did not want him becoming as strange as the rest of the Karloffs. And now he could hear them again, passing his room and going down the stairs, their voices raised.
"Herman I don't want to hear another word about it. Of all the people in the world, why Uncle Ardeth?" His mother was obviously very disturbed by the thought of this Uncle Ardeth, and this intrigued Nassor.
"He's coming all the way from Egypt, the least we can do is give him a place to stay. Besides, he'll probably be busy. He's bringing ancient Egyptia