The Salem Witch trials.It was just before dusk, the once milky blue sky dazed in vibrant hues one would only see in a summer's dream. I sat staring off into space, the forgotten but still dripping wet paintbrush splashed onto my dress. I looked down and cursed inwardly as the green on my skirt contorted before my eyes. The color going from a thistle green to a murky brwonish black. With another curse I placed the brush on the small wooden table at my side. By that point the sun was below the horizon and as I did everyday for as long as I can remember I watched with a heavy heart as the last warm rays dissapeared behind the mountians. I spotted small specks appearing in the sky, the stars obviuosly. I blankly stared at my painting, the picture seemed to melt together for a breif moment before my eyes refocused themselves. I wasnt nearly as good as Rebecca, my youngest cousin. She was gifted creativness, while I was gifted the art of feeling. I know it may sound strange but I feel things. I can knowThe Salem Witch trials.10 years ago in Historical More Like This
Fan Fic AvengersPrologue des stagiairesFan Fic Avengers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Introduction : A l’heure des super héros, le cursus universitaire s’adapte.
Les temps changent. Ça fait très cliché de le dire, et encore plus de l’écrire, mais les faits parlent d’eux- mêmes. Les temps changent et l’humanité se regarde le nombril sans en revenir.
Maintenant, on annonce une grossesse sur facebook avant de l’annoncer à ses proches, on met huit mois pour obtenir un rendez-vous pour une urgence dentaire, le frigo nous fait remarquer quand on a encore oublié d’acheter du lait, la machine à laver a autant de programmes qu’un satellite de communication, James bond est blond et les super héros pullulent dans nos grandes villes (par un procédé naturel encore inconnu, les super héros sont allergiques à la campagne).
Du coup, l’être humain s’adapte parce que c’est la grande force de notre espèce. Tout nous stresse mais on a appris à s’adapter à nos propres conneries. C
RoszpunkaDorastając wśród czarnych murówRoszpunka3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
niekończącej się wieży
dzień za dniem
umierałam na nowo.
Włosy błyszczące złotem,
przeplatanym ciemną czerwienią
ciągnęły się po brudnej podłodze.
Szaleńcze krzyki bólu
niosły się echem po wymarłej łące,
pełnej połamanych róż w kolorze śmierci.
Będącej drogą ku złotowłosej denatce.
Piękny książę z bajki
umarł zabity intrygą.
Kolce przebiły serce
między jednym a drugim uderzeniem.
brzęczały głucho na zakurzonej posadzce
Kroki na schodach były
drogą na szubienicę.
na złotym warkoczu owiniętym wokół szyi.
Raise a Black FlagYou love so many.Raise a Black Flag3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then hate so many,
For not loving as many as you.
You pray for so many.
Then curse so many,
For not praying for as many as you.
You help so many.
Then hinder so many,
For not helping as many as you.
You are guilty of hypocrisy,
Then criticize the hypocrites.
So maybe you should be "ignorant" too.
Batman review : un Batman sans BatmanThe Dark Knight Rises : un Batman, sans Batman.Batman review : un Batman sans Batman3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
M'en allant voir The Dark Night Rises, je me disais que je ne pouvais qu'être agréablement surprise parce que, pour être franche, je pars de très loin.
En effet, sur mon échelle de valeur sentimentale des supers héros, Batman obtient la note de -48/20 (pour le costume, il est noir, ça mincit, s'il avait été rouge, il aurait eu -59), alors autant dire que me taper près de 3 h de film qui raconte, pour la énième fois, à quel point ce pauvre garçon est à côté de la plaque dans presque tout ce qu'il fait, me laissait de marbre. Donc, je ne pouvais qu'être surprise.
Et puis, je me disais (avec un furieux espoir quand même) que cela ne pouvait pas être pire que les scènes rocambolesques de spider-man 2 (vive les grues !) et qu'il ne faut pas oublier que Christopher Nolan nous a déjà prouvé qu'il savait ce qu'il faisait
Fairy StoryFairy Story10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You've never tried to change me.
Nor stollen any kiss.
For I've always wanted the taste of you on my soft lips.
Our breaths so sweetly mingling as our lips combine.
You put you hand so gently into mine.
I've never known the truth of love before.
But now I see that nothing was true to me till I found you.
Your perfect smile, the way you laugh.
I never felt so alive as the moment I was wrapped in your arms.
I've never seen a love so pure and true.
I always thought fairy stories would never come true.
But one has for me.
It awakened me at darkest hour.
I can't beleave my story took so long.
But I've gotten to the end where we live happily ever after.
Just me and my sweet Prince.
CrawlCrawlCrawl10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All bones will break.
All blood will clot.
All flesh will rot.
Slowly she would kill them all.
Teach them what its like to crawl.
Through the blood and rotting muck.
Swords and knives all painted red as she went from room to room.
Killing them all one by one.
Leave a little trinket and it's all done.
She grins a little having a little fun.
Then she realized he was the last before her work was done.
He tried to hide.
In the end she killed him hiding in his parents bedroom.
His dead eyes stared at her as she took the final step by killing a little bit of her own soul yet again.
White Chocolate Coconut Cookies RecipeWhite Chocolate Coconut Cookies Recipe3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1 cup butter (stick kind)
1/2 cup sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 teaspoon honey
1 cup shredded coconut
2 cups flour
1/2 bag of white chocolate chips or chunks
Preheat oven to 375 degrees.
Take the butter and place in a microwave-safe bowl. Heat until soft, or melted.
Add the butter, sugars, eggs, baking soda, salt, honey, and vanilla together in a large mixing bowl. Mix until well blended, perferably with an electric mixer, but a large spoon will also do. Add the coconut. Mix until blended. Then mix in the flour, one cup at a time, until blended. Then add the chocolate.
Spray a cookie sheet with non-stick cooking spray, then add a cereal spoonful of the cookie dough, arranged in 3X4 rows. Place in the oven, and cook for 9-10 minutes. The cookies will be done when their edges turn a golden-brown color. But if you want to play it safe, stick a toothpick into one of the cookies. If it comes out clean, t
PoisonThere’s ice in my blood, in the blue veins,Poison3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and Pain whips its scorching-hot reigns,
yanking and tightening its cruel hold
until my whole body grows very cold…
Licking crimson fire and creeping cobalt ice –
they clasp my limp body in an iron vice
so steel-strong and diamond-hard
that the black cords leave me scarred…
The fire drags me into the deep black,
the ice shows me memories of way back.
Colors dance before my feverish eyes
and images roam with deafening cries…
Voices softly whisper and gently plead,
but I can’t hear that they and their words bleed.
They don’t realize that this mortal disease
isn’t visible, nor recognized with ease…
Painful? Certainly. Serious? Yes. Deadly? Aye.
But completely hidden from the human eye.
Outside I’m calm, composed, but fake,
the true illness lying buried but awake…
A toxic poison slowly spreading to its goal,
eating, chipping away at my blackening soul,
and my weak, fluttering
MemoryMemory4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
...the story of an unusual love.
"Passion may erupt unforeseen, altering life's conventional boundaries, and transforming our hearts for eternity."
I'd not been to a librarian's convention in years. Being a male librarian in a high school library made me a little unique, after all, since most of my colleagues were female, a fact that made life rather interesting, of course, even though it could be a bit overwhelming at times.
With the coming of my marriage, and the inevitable family concerns and having to obtain extra jobs to make ends meet, life had prevented me from attending a convention for many years, more years, in fact, than I cared to count. Yet, my patience had rewarded me, the time had come, and here I was, attending the American Society of Librarians' annual convention, at long last. It was good to return, after all this time, book a room at the hotel, and attend all
Pieces of GlassPieces of Glass10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dove flys high in the midnight sky.
Stars that blaze brightly at night.
My world shatters, like glass.
A thousand pieces lost.
Thousands more gained.
Memories put away to cry about another day.
New broken glass pieces entering sight.
Every new place and every new face another shard.
Another forgotten day.
Another memeory left to fade away.
Dawn and darkness bleak as rain.
There is always so much pain.
Trying to escape the prison of a mind.
Everyone seeing and yet so blind.
I feel I'm loosing it.
Left it behind.
Passing crowds of faceless names.
Not yet ready for the games they play.
Death greets us with open arms.
Looking as though he can do no harm.
Fear trapped seen through clouded eyes.
I feel like a slave to my broken mind.
Brain and body torn to ribbons.
Glass pieces on the ground.
My world shattered again just after I rebuilt it.
Taring my flesh and thoughts again.
I try to rebuild my world again.
But I'm leaving my pieces of glass behind this time.
a deal's a dealmake a deal witha deal's a deal3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a demon or the
grant yourself a
free ticket to ride
down to the
pits of Hell.
when your side
of the deal is up,
don't be alarmed to
hear the viscous sound
of growling and barking;
they're only Hell Hounds,
really nothing to be afraid of,
seeing as they're only doing their job.
sure, they will tear
your clothes into shreds,
search for your heart to
slice it open, and make you
bleed until death greets and
shakes you warmly by the
hand to welcome you to
your new home.
the flames of Hell will
lick your soul for days,
which will seem like many
years back in Earth,
as you are bound with
chains on each leg and arm;
you will scream for help, you
will scream for a loved one,
but in the end,
no one can hear
you and your pity.
MatchmakerMatchmaker6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Heidi, the village matchmaker had been sleeping late this particular morning. It was very unusual for her to sleep so late. It was very unusual for her mother to wake her. It was very unusual for a matchmaker to have a mother young enough be able to wake her. Heidi was simply unusual, in every sense of the word. In fact, Heidi had just recently attained the age that most people would call puberty, and her feelings and longings, her perceptions and expectations had begun to change and evlove. Even this very morning, she had been having odd, but not unpleasant dreams. You see, gentle reader, even matchmakers have their problems, just like everyone else.
"Heidi! Heidi, dear! The sun is up. The lark has begun to sing," said her mother.
"Mother, I was completely lost in a dream," said Heidi. She knew, however, that it was time to put her personal reveries aside
Dimitri Romanov 1Chapter 1:Dimitri Romanov 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
There was a time, not very long ago, when we lived in an enchanted world of elegant palaces and grand parties. The year was 1916, and my son Nicolas was the star of Imperial Russia. We were celebrating the 300th anniversary of our families rule, and that night, no star burned brighter than that of our handsome Dimitri, my second youngest grandson.
I watched as he danced with his cousins, their silk gowns brushing around his ankles as he laughed and lifted them in the air in circles. Alisa tugged on Dimitri's sleeve, her sash glowing in the candle light of the ball room. The young man picked her up, twirling her around and dancing, his navy blue slacks stretching over his long legs.
Dimitri laughed as his red-brown hair flowed from the top of his head, highlighting the soon-to-be resting spot for his crown.
My grandson put his cousin down, running to me. He was 12, and looked so grown up in his gold encrusted suit. He begged
Life You LiveSome think that life is not worth livingLife You Live3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's something that keeps pushing you down
You may feel your alive so life can push you around
But that is not how I see it at all
All who think life is stupid and not worth anything
There's a special reason you were brought into the world
Someone wanted you to see the all the beautiful things in the world
Someone cared enough for you and thought that you deserve to live
No ones life is worth nothing because you're all special
You all have a reason to stay alive
You might have not found that reason yet but if you search hard enough
And you try with all with all your heart
You can find it
Please don't treat life as something ingsignificant
Because if you choose to leave, the ones that loved you
Will cry for you and wish you could come back
Don't be selfish, think of the other ones that care for you
But if no one cares for you I will
Anyone who is broken hearted I will support with all my heart
Even if I can't see know that I will thi
Set Me FreeThere is this pressure,Set Me Free3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clenching my chest,
So I cannot sit still,
Pained by unrest,
I twiddle my thumbs,
Not waiting but watching,
My mind feels numb,
And my eyes cannot see,
The world seems to blur,
As this monster breaks free,
With hungry eyes,
It shadows my mood,
No time for whys,
It's crippling and crude,
It's a forsaken part of me,
That I'd rather hide,
But I accepted the plea,
And I will abide,
We'll see where this broken road leads,
My soul is a devastating battlefield,
Growing the more my spirit bleeds,
Hope to decrease it, once I am healed,
The line in between, is so thin,
Crawling over my skin,
My life is fully in my control,
I struggle to find a way out of,
This deep and miserable hole,
I'm not ashamed to admit,
I dug it all up with my own, bare hands,
'Till I found a depth that might fit,
The pain of this stranger, in a very strange land,
Me, the unknown, unnamed child,
Can't understand why this made me smile,
But as strange as I am,
I am still me,
Nature's Night SongNature's Night Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everywhere cool and silent
The trees spread their shadows.
And I feel, speechless bowing,
That I am deeply sheltered.
It is as if the sky
Has silently kissed the earth
That she in nature's glory
Now has to dream of him.
In the forest, there is a green spot.
It is shady and is clear,
Has still seen anybody
Except the stars and me.
The wind blows through the fields,
The gras waves gently.
The woods rustle silently
So starlit is the night.
Bright, in a solemn bow,
Star for star rises from the wood
And in the hills around nestles
The land and keeps silence.
And my soul spreads
Widely its wings,
Flies through the silent lands,
As if it flies home.
Anastasia RomanovSetting: The Russian Place, 1922Anastasia Romanov5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Facts that should be known about before reading: 1) This was a thought that came to me after watching the movie Anastasia
2) This is a "what if..." As in "What if the Russian revolution didn't happen and the Romonov's had lived an extra **** years?"
3) I didn't really do a whole lot of research because this is based off of the movie if anything
4) I understand that Anastasia did die
Anastasia Point of view:
"Your Grand Duchess Anastasia!" one of the male servants called as I walked into the room with my golden gown.
I put on a fake smile and walked down the steps of the place onto the ball room floor. I curtsied to the men and women of the room. The music started playing again. I smiled as a man came up to me and asked for my hand to dance. I smiled yet again and nodded as he spun me onto the dance floor.
He spun me around and I trie
My Old FriendMy Old Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I just wanted to see you again, my old friend of childhood days.
I had so many things to say to you
And knew that you would understand me.
Already as a little girl I visited you
With all my problems.
I felt safe with you
And all grief flew away.
When I was weeping in your arm,
You have caressed my hair
With your green leaves,
My old friend.
Today you fell!
I came too late.
You will never sway in the wind again.
You have to lie chopped by the wayside.
Some passers-by do not respect the rest of life
And tear at your green boughs
Which bend to the earth, dying.
Who will give me the peace now
That I found in your shade?
I have lost my best friend
Who connected me to my childhood.
Soon a house made of glas and stone will grow
Where you have been chopped.
Soon grey walls will tower, there,
Where you lie in the sunshine.
Perhaps a miracle will happen?
I will wait for it secretly.
Perhaps in front of the house will bloom a garden
And my tree will come to life again.
But then he will be weak an
Abandoning PreciousnessThe most important thing about creating art is to create. If you want to be at ease with creativity, you have to immerse yourself in it, and do a little bit every day. Even if that little bit is only to take five minutes while waiting for the bus to come and do a gesture drawing of a man reading his book across the street from you. Or to take the moment to scribble down a thumbnail rough sketch of a concept that occurs to you. Do a little bit each day. Train your brain to think visually.Abandoning Preciousness2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
It can be difficult at first, accustoming yourself to make this small bit of time, because you’ll think:
“I don’t have enough time for it.”
“Art is hard!”
“I’m not good enough yet for that piece I’ve always wanted to do.”
“I’m stuck. Artist’ block.”
These are all excuses. Yes art IS hard. Yes, you might not be good enough yet to do that masterwork that you’ve been dreaming of, but let me le
The Bet--Anastasia Fan-fictionThe Excluded Scene from AnastasiaThe Bet--Anastasia Fan-fiction8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
well, alright, its mine
It was about time they made it to Germany. After about two weeks of trekking through snow-covered terrain and frost-bitten villages--they got lost--and then another week trekking through steadily warming-up terrain--again, lost--and then dealing with a couple of hours on a bus, all the while learning how to be a grand duchess and remembering an entire lifetime, Anya had never been so glad to be met with the smells of rotten fish, sea salt, and heavy chimney smoke. Vlad had gone about (with Pooka in tow, because he continued to squirm in Anya's arms in his haste to explore the markets) to check the times of the ships departure tomorrow--for some reason, everything seemed delayed and dragged out, because they had conveniently arrived on a Sunday--from the city docks, and she was stuck with Dimitri shopping for the essentials so they can last on their next leg of the trip.
Dimitri wasn't too bad though, n
A Tale of Elves and FairiesA Tale of Elves and Fairies3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At a time, when humans still believed in faeries and elves, they possessed power. A power of which they were not conscious. They created what they thought and only by their will-power the fabulous creatures of their fantasies came to life. So it happened that the lonely dark woods were suddenly populated by gentle wood spirits. Delicate elves, dainty nymphs, graceful little fairies swinging themselves from branch to branch left sparkling stardust on their ways. A wonderful mystical world was arisen und its habitants were just waiting for assisting humanity. Those who were desperate and sad could call them and they always came to help. Then it happened that the humans forgot the magical realm and a dark age began.
The humans had forgotten that they only need to believe for to see. Those who were desperate stayed alone and those being worried found no comfort any longer. The elven realm existed further on but it fell into oblivion. Humanity had become blind. Hundreds of years pass
They Never Should have Danced They Never Should Have DancedThey Never Should have Danced7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
An Anastasia fan fiction
Hey, Vlad? Vlad!
Im up on the deck! called Vlad.
Dimitri jogged up the stairs two at a time and spotted Vlad bent over a game table, setting up pieces for chess.
Wheres Anya? Dimitri asked.