Haunted Chapter Eleven“Ghostbusters.”Haunted Chapter Eleven2 years ago in Drama More Like This
“…Really, Raoul? Really?”
“Aw, come on, you guys, that was just begging to be said,” Raoul laughed as he plunged his hand into the bowl of popcorn that sat between us.
“What, kind of like how ‘Edgar Allan Bro’ is begging to be said whenever you see that picture of Poe wearing sunglasses?” I said, unable to suppress a smile.
“Exactly how ‘Edgar Allan Bro’ is begging to be said whenever I see that picture of Poe wearing sunglasses,” Raoul said with a smart tilt of his head. He leaned in closer to Meg and stuck out his index finger. “A photo which, despite being Photoshopped, does not lessen Poe’s status as a Soul Brother.”
“Well, now," she said primly, "I can’t argue with that.”
We were in the living room of my apartment, crammed onto the woefully small couch and steadfastly ignoring the hammer horror zombie film that
Facing ForwardThey don't know who I amFacing Forward3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
They don't know what I've gone through
And even when it hurts
And even when there is pain
Survive the same
Their words may sting
Their laughter may
But there's no way
I'm going to let
Life pass me by
And people may talk
And they might judge
But it's who I am
Who I was meant to be
Could ever take that away
Broken DoveWill someone please give flightBroken Dove3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To this broken dove
Show her happiness
tell her she is loved
Will someone please just help her
Lend her a gentle hand
Raise her in a way
That she can understand
Will someone please just notice
She's broken her small heart
And slowly, every second
her worlds falling apart
She pleads for your forgiveness
She begs you for your love
Please will someone notice
This hollow, dying dove...
One last lullabySongOne last lullaby3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sing me a song
Sing me a lullaby
I lay here in pain
Don't let me die without a
Remember our adventures
Remember our Memories
I lay here slowly fading
Don't forget me or our
Don't cry over me
I lay here my breath leaving
So let me go to sleep
Rather than cry
Sing to me
Sing me our lullaby
Sing to me
one last time...
sing to me?
Haunting LullabyPearl gazed out the window, biting her lip. Night time was drawing near and the sun was sinking into the Earth in an explosion of silky reds, oranges, and yellows. She shuffled her feet a little, subconsciously tightening her grip on the windowsill; continuously she re-assured herself that he would be back, a nervous habit she had picked up somewhere down the road. She felt her lips move, but heard nothing said. There was no other way to describe how she felt other than disconnected; she did not have the slightest clue why.Haunting Lullaby3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pearl had watched the muted greys and blacks of night blanket the city as the sun disappeared and brought in the twilight; she never moved an inch and continued to watch. It was not until many hours later that the familiar, faint click of the lock and turn of the knob and heavy footsteps played in her ears like music. She turned eagerly, smiling expectantly at the face she had come to know well.
A man walked in, making sure to carefully close the bedroom door. Pearl
Big vs SkinnyYou say that big is beautifulBig vs Skinny3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That it's the new 'in thing'
You talk about how nice I'd look
If only I weren't thin
But will you come to realise
That it really isn't right
To say that we're not big enough
And take our name in spite?
You may have gotten insults
From some idiotic men
But when you call us skin and bones
You're just as bad as them
To say that big is beautiful
Is fine and true to say
To say that big is better
Is to think a hateful way
Nothing's better, nothing's 'right'
We're built to look unique
To say we're pretty, big and skinny
That's the peace I seek
It's easier to get along
When we're not starting fights
To see the wars of big vs skinny
Aren't such pretty sights
So lets find a happy medium
To stop this pointless hate
Let's have respect for everyone
No matter what their weight
And when we all abide by this
We'll see what happens then
A world full of less hate and fear
And more friendship again
NPR three minute story submissionShe closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. That low rumble had been Tom's temperamental engine; she was sure of it. The sound had tattooed itself on the inside of Anna's ears ages ago. Maybe he was sitting in the front seat of his car, trying to work up the courage to knock. Maybe his brows would knit together and his mouth would quirk and he would say, "I missed you, Sunshine," though he had never once called her by that nickname. Maybe she could apologize, and he would kiss the insides of her wrists, the back of her neck, her eyelids.NPR three minute story submission3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Yes, she could hear a car door opening. If she listened hard she thought she could even make out the rustle of his corduroy jacket.
Go outside, said her heart.
Wait, said her brain.
She began to count aloud. "One, two, three, four"
Anna was eight when her baby brother was born. He was little more than a fragile bag of bones and organs, an accident waiting to break her heart. Every night she'd snea
GuinevereAt night when Arthur is gone, she comes to him so silently he thinks at first he must be dreaming. Moonlight paints her in stark black and silver like a nightmare made real. Later when she has fallen asleep against him, he watches her dream with her mouth curved into a smile. He does not know it that first night, but she will always fall asleep the same way—her fingers woven into his dark hair, so irrevocably caught up in him he cannot move away.Guinevere10 years ago in Historical More Like This
In the day he makes a study of the way bruises fade, yellowing around the edges, coin-shaped marks in the hollows of her thin wrists where he has held her too tightly, and he feels strangely vindicated. In the day he longs for her, and in the night he takes a savage satisfaction in leaving his marks on her, partly to punish her for being so beautiful, for making him betray his best friend, and partly so that he can think of them later when she is by Arthur's side and know that this is no dream.
InertiaSometimes, I feel so very sorry forInertia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the letters that I write.
Born onto a blank page and
trapped there all their lives.
No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet;
standing in a lonely row
just to express my thoughts as words,
and yet, completely unable to express their own.
They lie paralyzed in their birthplace
lacking the ability to grow and learn.
Immovable to change for the rest of their lives.
And sometimes, I wonder to myself,
why I choose to be the same.
you're lucky if they kill youshe screamsyou're lucky if they kill you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deafening conversations of millions
footsteps and wine glasses of the smart and the dull,
clinking. clinking. laughter.
blankets pulled up to comforting warmth
smiles and dreams of the abandoned and the blessed,
whisper. whisper. peace.
a hand covers the delicate slopes of her lips
cries and pleasure of the chosen and the thief,
echoes. echoes. silence.
Wherever it's Christmas (p.1)Amy has decided it's time to celebrate Christmas in the Tardis, whether the guys like it or not.Wherever it's Christmas (p.1)3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
“We missed Christmas!” Amy declared from the top of the stairs.
Rory and the Doctor looked up from where Rory was handing the Doctor tools as the Time Lord fixed something under the console.
“Nonsense,” the Doctor said, “this is a time machine, it can be Christmas anytime you want.”
“In that case I declare tomorrow to be Christmas,” Amy said as she stumped down the stairs.
“Tomorrow!” Rory said with a yelp.
“Why not today?” the Doctor asked as he jumped up and flexed his fingers, ready to type in coordinates. "I seem to remember they have a very good Christmas on...”
“Oh, no. We’re not just going to gate crash someone else’s Christmas, we’re going to make our own.” She slung an arm around each of them. “My very first Christmas with my boys,” she said with satisfacti
Dance With MeDance With MeDance With Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you teach me how to dance
Show me each step and stance,
I want to dance with you away
Into a brighter day,
Let us waltz across the room
Just like we're bride and groom,
Let us dance over the sea
Across the stars and moonbeams,
Let us sway into the night
Where we're painted in silver light,
Let us dance through the fire
As we make a path of desire,
Let us sway into the stars
A tango set us free from pain,
And samba brings us through the rain
Let us dance until the end
Forever I'll hold your hand,
The only rhythm that we need
Is your steady heart beat,
The songs of love only we hear
Tenderly in each others ear,
And we both know it is true
As we both whisper, "I love you."
How the Angel of Music Got His WingsChristine: Oh! I'm so lonely and despondent because my lone parental unit has died, rendering me yet another pitiable example of Victorian orphan-dom. I am going to sit here in my dressing room scantily clad in the flickering candlelight whilst my bosom heaves with my sobs of despair.How the Angel of Music Got His Wings4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Erik: Hush, young woman!
Christine: *gasp* What was that? Who are you?
Erik: It is I, a conveniently disembodied, ethereal voice coming from the general vicinity of your mirror. I noticed you are sitting in your dressing room scantily clad in the flickering candlelight whilst your bosom heaves with your sobs of despair. I wish to--
Christine: *gasp: Oh! It's you!
Erik: ......I beg your pardon?
Christine: Oh, I knew you'd come! I knew you would! Father promised you would!
Erik: .....Forgive me, have we met?
Christine: Well, no, not yet, but we were destined to! Father said, "When I am in heaven child, I will send you the Angel of Music!" Well, Father is dead, and now I am being visited by the Angel of Musi
Mary Sue - Gary Stu TestLet's get one thing very clear: there is no score that will automatically 'make' a character a Mary Sue/Gary Stu, a high score only indicates that there might be a problem with a character. This test is for people who are worried that their characters might be Mary Sues/Gary Stus; the intention is to help people to improve their characters, NOT to make people feel bad about them. So if you like your character, that's the important thing. But if you're worried about your character, and are unsure if they need further work or not, hopefully this can help.Mary Sue - Gary Stu Test4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Mary Sue/Gary Stu test:
 They have a rare hair/fur colour
 Their eyes are an unusual colour
 This happens to be red
 Their eyes change colour
 (if a female) they have large boobs
 (if a male) they are very muscular
 They are very attractive to the opposite gender
 They are very attractive to the same gender
 They have lots of friends/no friends
 They have an unusual/unrealistic pet
 They have a guardian
One Day I Shall Lay Down And Dieone day i shall lay down and dieOne Day I Shall Lay Down And Die4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and so for now here is my kiss, my golden-ness,
my forehead pressed against yours
like two strange animals lost on a plain of
red sand. one day i shall lay down and die so
now here, let these birds pick me apart,
show you it all, the torn underwear
and the girl gazing at the soft glow
on trees, the ferocious lion-love
weeping under the kitchen table. one day
i shall lay down and die
so for now i feast on beaches, your breath,
the flutter of my dress sore against my skin
someday i will find that peace,
plant a spring-flower deep in my heart, land one last cool kiss
on the bow of your mouth and slip away, i know that one day
i will lay down and die but for now
feel your fingers spread across my heart,
feel my roar in the night
Jokress SongJokress Song6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Foolish man born of human
Foolish man fated to die
You believe in something that doesn't exist
Every deadly human does
And I have just you under my wing
I look at you
You'd give anything for me to look again
I smile to you, you give me your heart
I speak to you, you give me your time
You beg to me, but I won't give it back
Am I nice? You say yes, I say no
Do I love you? If I say yes, I lie
Have you ever felt my heart beat?
No, no, no, you have not
I am not nice
I can not love
My heart doesn't belong in my body
You don't belong in my heart
I am Jokress
Want to play a game?
Decembersville Ch. 10Decembersville Ch. 107 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 10: A very anxious circus freak called Pendulum Tin
In the name of all that is expensive and worth something, you clowns get your tin cans out there NOW! the ringmaster screamed backstage to all the performers. Many of them emitted sounds of whining and one of the performers under the name Juliza Star said, Aw, cut us some slack, boss! We went on about fifteen times in thirty minutes!
Carvel Hare, the small pink bunny plush doll with broken button eyes and a mad sewn up mouth mocked her words, Cut us sum swack, boss! Wah wah wah wah! This is why were going out of business! Now you, you, you, you, and you get out there and make those people happy!
All ten performers groaned and slinked out the curtains. The bitter ringmaster screamed at them through his gritted sharp sewn teeth, HAPPY! As in SMILING, you buncha saps! SMILING! SMI-LING!!
She mattersShe unloaded her pistol and untied her nooseShe matters3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She dropped her razor blades, threw them away too
She wiped up the blood that she had on her skin
She lifted her head up, ready to start again
She descended her heart to me like an angel from above
After holding on to life, she finally found love
Something changed inside her and she decided to live
She had heart a full of joy and a lot of love to give
She wiped away her tears and held a smile on her face
Now she's happy here with me and we found a better place
She thought no one would miss her, they'd just leave her be
Now she knows that she matters, because she matters to me
Soak My Feet In WineWhen the sun and the earth were in love, ever youngSoak My Feet In Wine5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was born on a full moon with silver clarity
I'm that woman who sleeps on olive groves
Who makes angels fall in love with men's daughters
And lets herself be tricked by your sweet spells
Who obeys the very impulse of her heart
Do you know who I am, where I came from ?
I live where stars grow bigger on a light breeze
Where butterflies were once flowers
Where God blessed my garden in Eden with peace
There, I lay on a cloud softer than foam
When the day splits into two halves, you see me
My steps are as light as those of a chamois
My hair running wild; wings of an evil crow
My mouth has the roundness of a precious ring
Cheeks, two fields of roses blooming again
Under my feet grow trees, and remain ever green
You need my palms, you seek my blood and fear
Before you crave for more, grant me what I wish for
Kiss the ground before me, show me your loyalty
Borrow the devil's wings, bring me bouquets of stars
I want that purple flo
On the Unsuitability of Fairytales for ChildrenThe following essay will appear as an Appendix to the sequel of my fantasy novel, Her Unwelcome Inheritance, which is internationally available in paperback and digital formats from all major online booksellers.On the Unsuitability of Fairytales for Children3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
On the Supposed Unsuitability of Fairytales for Children
Shortly after supporting a local library event promoting fairytale literature, the folklore department at Lightfoot College received an animated communication from a very concerned mother regarding, in short, the "unsuitability of fairytales for children."
As this seems to be a rather widespread idea (I might mention the Daily Telegraph article of February 12, 2012) as well as an oddly long-lived one, I take the liberty of public response.
What happens to escapeesThe cogs in her head accelerated as she thought. There could not come anything good out of this. The girl bit her lip as she went over what to do. She wanted to, no, needed to get out and away from the circus. There was no one between her and the way out, but the ringleader had his head turned to her. She waited.What happens to escapees6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She had to wait, or else she would miss her chance.
As the ringleader turned his head away she got the chance. Quickly and quietly she got out of her seat and silently tried to sneak away without being noticed. It went good at first, and she was just about to leave the tent as she felt someone watching her. Looking over her shoulder she saw the ringleader, watching her with his grin. She froze a good couple of seconds, before dashing towards the exit.
Unfortunately, the artists had suspected it would happen. Before she could reach the free air a snake tail wrapped around her leg and a Lamia picked her up, smiling a little.
"Think you can get away, kid?", she giggled, kissing t
YTP Vs. Capcom: Dr. RabbitYTP Vs. Capcom: Dr. Rabbit5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hello There! I am Dr. Rabbit!
I'm the world's strongest rabbit dentist. Well, I am the world's only rabbit dentist.
It's pretty weird (Partner name). Everyone thinks I used to been evil. I'm not evil.
You know, I would love to travel to some of the Capcom places.
Remember kids, Colgate is for smart people. Crest is for idiots.
(Vs. Hotel Mario) Oh my Mario! You should lay off the toast. It's beginning to rot your teeth.
(Vs. Robotnik) I'm not joining your side Robotnik. Why, because unlike you, I'm not evil.
(Vs. Mama Luigi) Hey, hey what are you trying to do? Why are you trying to grab me?
(Vs. Weegee) Uh! I think I'll make an appointment with you later. Does in a hundred years sound good to you?
(Vs. The King) Huh? What exactly are you talking about? What do you mean you can't trust me? I'm a dentist. Surely, I can be trusted with your teeth.
(Vs. Morshu) Do you have any toothbrushes or any balloons? No? Ok, then I'll try next time.
(Vs. SpongeBob) I would love to tour Bi
The Clockwork cities - intro Not many people know of the Clockwork Cities, but the truth is, they've always been there. For every time and place, there was a clockwork counterpart, and behind every ticking clock, was a door that leads there. All it took was to find a big enough clock and search for the passage. Easier said than done, of course.The Clockwork cities - intro6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Finding a big clock was one thing. A tourist, for example, would have a hard time trying to convince those seemingly nice people in white coats to let him inside the Big Ben so he can visit another world, and that he hadn't bashed his head against the wall after missing yet another tour bus.
However, those who were lucky (or more likely unlucky) enough to end up in a Clockwork city would tell you that it was the worst possible name you could give to it, as Time made absolutely no sense there. The whole city operated like a broken clock, which is to say, it hardly operated at all.