Spider Tears - Vriska/TereziLittle Vriska stood infront of her lusus, who screeched at her in only a tone a Scorpio would understand. Spidermom, as Vriska knew her, was reveling to her what she would have to do to keep her lusus alive. She would have to kill other trolls and feed them to Spidermom. "But mom, I... I don't understand!" She squeaked. "Isn't that.. Murder?" Spidermom screeched in anger at the young troll, making Vriska wince. "Ok, mom... I'll go get you some.." Vriska headed out though a wooded area. She began to notice some strange... Toys hanging from trees.Spider Tears - Vriska/Terezi3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Little Terezi was lying in her hive, playing with some scalemates. "Hehehe, you guys are adorable!" she looked down at them, smiling. She loved her little dragon friends, anything dragon related, actually. She was quite alone, since she was a little troll and hadn't made any friends yet. She glanced through the window at what looked like another young troll approaching. "Can you see that, Senator?" she asked a yellow scalemate. "Who is she?"
Autolalia 2“…no testing ever again?”Autolalia 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The voice was so quiet that GLaDOS almost didn’t hear it at first. She jerked her optic away from the sensor readings to stare at the test chamber. The sheet she’d dropped over her test subject was moving, and, hardly daring to believe it, she breathed, “Chell?”
As the human shoved the sheet off, GLaDOS could see she was laughing. Waves of emotion crashed over her, threatening to overwhelm her systems. She was relieved and furious and giddy all at the same time.
“You fell for it,” the test subject said as she stood up, shaking with laughter. “I can’t believe that actually worked. ‘I’ll even bake a cake for you!’” she mimicked. “It was all I could do to keep from laughing.”
“You…how did you do it?” GLaDOS managed. Despite her fury, she couldn’t help but be impressed with the girl. Scientific curiosity was getting the
Grandma Rose's Story: OneOral TraditionGrandma Rose's Story: One6 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
She told this story one day while she did beadwork and a few of her grandchildren played nearby. She remembered her own grandmother, the one who raised her as a little girl. She talked about a time many years ago, the last time she saw her grandmother.
"My grandmother lived on a place where she had a barn and grain holders and chickens and horses. She used to let me help her take care of the chickens. The horses roamed out to pasture, coming in sometimes for hay she always had ready for them. She and I lived there together. My older cousin, a young man then, stayed with us from time to time.
"My grandmother had adopted my mother a long time ago, see, and then when my mother died, just thirty-four years old, my grandmother took me to live with her. My sisters and brother went to my other grandmother but my grandmother wanted me with her. I was just a little girl then, not even old en
Angel Poem RequestedAngel Poem Requested7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Feathered Wings so White and pure
A song so sweet able to cure
Silky robe's softly they sway
Church bell's chime as people pray
Deserted street's start to shine as
people leave there praying shrine
They gaze upon her powdered skin
a holy form so small and thin
Her halo pierces the pitch black sky
bringing peace to those who cry
With no more sorrow for her to see
An Angel she will forever be
One, two, threeMy boyfriend watched, open mouthedOne, two, three3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as I unscrewed the lid of your urn,
and ran my fingers through your ashes.
Your depression, your soul dust.
I felt an ocean rolling under my ribs
and an urge to cradle your urn,
rock you back and forth
like you did for me when I was young.
At the funeral, my uncle announced
that you hated religion.
But he left out the part
where you did believe in a God,
just that he was always punishing you.
“There was nothing you could have done”
said the other uncle.
I think of all those spent wishes,
the birthday candles extinguished for gifts,
the meteor showers I wasted on love,
the prayers offered from family friends
that are now given a little too late.
This year, I turn 22 years old.
But when I blow out the candles,
my wish won’t matter.
None of them did.
Future HistoryFuture History5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
20th Century AD
Man ventures into space and visits the Earth's Moon.
Various exploration vessels are sent to planets within Earth's Solar System.
The Sky Union is formed and with it the foundation of modern temporal science.
The first Tier (human genetically engineered to be smarter) is born.
The first Tier engineers the second generation of Tiers.
Cycles of mistrust, conflict and war ravage humanity as the full impact of Tiers to society is realised.
Majority of African and South American continent along with low lying landmasses now inhabitable as Green land ice sheet disappears.
Average human creativity, memory, problem solving ability, empathy and data processing continue rise exponentially as a result of ever improving technology and Tier-Human interbreeding
Rare Earth metals r
To Those Who Don't Give A F---I am oneTo Those Who Don't Give A F---4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
100% me type a gal.
I don't pretend to be
someone I'm not.
So I don't deal with
you're all fake.
I Can't BreatheAs I look ahead, I see nothing but stars, then, slowly, I see one of the ship's life pods come into view.I Can't Breathe5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it the one you're on? Did you make it? Are you safe?
Am I dying?
I can't breathe.
I look over and see you,
you're being pulled towards the beacon.
I won't lose anyone else here.
I pull you free, and am trapped myself.
The visions, the pain.
I can't breathe.
We're in the medbay.
You feel guilty, but it isn't your fault.
I don't blame you.
You smile at me, and for a moment, the world stops.
I can't breathe.
I'm looking out at the Citadel.
It's beautiful, it goes on forever.
Did you just say I'm beautiful?
We're on duty. We couldn't... but still...
I can't breathe.
On the Normandy once again,
talking to you about the present and the past.
"Do you get to know all your officers this personally, ma'am?"
No, no I don't.
Did I just say that?
We're officers, we can't...
What am I doing?
I can't breathe.
We've found Liara, and are heading to Feros.
Please...We don't hate you for being straight...Please...4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
..why hate us for being gay?
I look around...we aren't any different.
But not if we are brought down.
We cannot help who we love, whether they be male, female, or none of the above; Love Is Love, No Matter What.
So, the next time you say, "That's gay!' "Fag! "Slut." "Homo!" "Queer!" Please, stop and think about this;
How are we different from you?
We all have...
One pair of lips.
Rehab for Roleplayers - IntroWelcome to Rehab for Roleplayers, a series of articles aimed at helping roleplayers more successfully make the transition into writing fiction.Rehab for Roleplayers - Intro5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Introduction: How to Spot a Drow Illusionist
I can identify a habitual roleplayer from fifty paces. Those who've been spooked by my asking whether they're a roleplayer within ten seconds of reading their fiction will know what I'm talking about.
"But how did you know?" they gasp. When I'm done chuckling, I explain that I know they are a roleplayer, because they write like a roleplayer.
There's usually a pause, then, while the writer decides to what degree they're going to feel offended by this statement, and/or wonders whether I've been stalking them, before they pose the next question: "What, exactly, do you mean by that?"
What I mean is this: roleplayers almost invariably share the same basic writing habits, and some of these habits stand out as flaws in their non-RP material.
Many people develop their interest in writing
It Gets Better.Hi there. Usually when I write something, its because of some deeper reason or something. But this time, I'm writing so I can just try and confess some things. I don't know if I want the people close to me to read this, mainly because if they did they'd probably think I was lying or that I was in trouble. But I'm fine. For this one, I just want to write this because I feel the need to confess some things. Well for one thing, I'm a fifteen year-old junior living in North Carolina, and I've tried to commit suicide multiple times. That's sorta melodramatic, but it's the truth. When I was in 3rd grade, I'd try and suffocate myself by hanging myself or tying a scarf around my neck. I just .I always knew I was different from the other people. I didn't think the boys were cute, or that they were all that great. I'd rather spend time with the girls. But even back then .I knew being who I was, was wrong. So I kept it in. I lied to myself for years. But the pain and emptiness was stillIt Gets Better.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
LGBT Quiz1. How long have you known you are part of the LGBT community?LGBT Quiz4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
I suspected I was gay since I was 14/15-ish... about 3 years ago. I just came to accept genderqueer probably... 6 months ago. Originally, I just thought I was trans, but... that's not the case. XD
2. Was it a struggle (emotionally) for you at the beginning?
Yeeees. Hell yes. I prayed for it to be gone every night for a very long time. It made me rather depressed there for a bit.
3. How did you start to discover your sexuality? (Example, thoughts, feelings ex)
Well I thought guys were icky, and thought it'd be so much better to be with a girl. I was jealous of all the guys who had girlfriends. XD
4. What part of the LGBT community do you belong to? (Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, ex)
Lesbian and genderqueer. Fuck yeah. ;D
5. How long have you been out of the closet, or if your not, do you plan to be at some point?
To my friends, I've been out for over a year. To my parents, four months. Four.... very long months
An Essay On TruthThe Civil Rights Movement is an iconic one that even those that weren't alive yet can understand the significance of. Basic human rights were being fought for, and in some ways, they still are. Yes, black men and women can go to the same schools and public places as white men and women. Yes, they can serve in the same unit together in the military. Yes, they are seen, today, as just another American. What about homosexuals? They have yet to receive all of their rights, but change is on its way.An Essay On Truth4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Almost fifty years ago, the Civil Rights Movement started. Through it, segregation came to an end. Sure, people didn't like it at first, but they got used to it. It became something that wasn't even thought about, children of all races sitting together, in any order, in the exact same classroom. Now, in my time, this is standard. The unfortunate thing is that not every one of those school-aged youths is able to just be themselves in those chairs. Race has no hand in the separation that is felt,
Walks a backward path"...and now we go live to the scene of the protests, with thousands of people demanding their rights to reproduce with those with prosthetic upgrades outside Parliament. The debate has been raging for several months now, triggered by hate crimes perpetrated against those with cyborg partners. In a short time, we will see if the Bloomfield Administration passes the bill to support full equality for cyborgs. In the meantime, we have arranged an interview with past homosexual rights activist; Blair Swanson. Swanson, you've been opposed to cyborg marriage equality for quite some time now, would you care to outline your views for us today?"Walks a backward path4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Certainly, Craig. I believe that marriage is between two pure-humans. If we were to extend the definition of marriage to include machines, should we not also extend it to our cousins in the animal kingdom? To put it simply, cyborg's should still serve their purpose as the blue-collar workers of our society, as they originally were."
Secret Black Vow- Rin-LenxMiku "The wingless fallen angel surrendered herself to the contract of evil. In the past they even loved each other, yet she ended it by her own hand." The god said to the angels. The angels, the warriors of the gods, let out murmurs of disapproval. If you call my love a sin, then send me to hell.Secret Black Vow- Rin-LenxMiku4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am injured and lost. I've fallen to the earth. It is dusk and the sky shines on me in reds. My wings felt heavy. The snow white color glistening. My blond hair, short and my light blue eyes dull. I'm so tired. I managed to make it to a meadow out by a church. I fell to the ground and I felt a hand touch my shoulder.
"Are you okay!" A panicked voice asked. I moan and she helps me sit up. When I look up at her I am instantly captivated by her eyes. A green. But it shined radiantly and seemed to be ever changing colors. Looking like the sea, looking like gr
Melt- MikuXKaitoMelt ~ Meruto MikuXKaito Enjoy~ OH! And please read discrpition! I'm taking requests also! Thanks >////Melt- MikuXKaito4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lifted VeilLifted VeilLifted Veil4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The mist of uncertainty evaporates
A ''confidence'' emerges
A lost friend
I have not seen you
You say "I am"
I say "I know''
I yearn to have you
My illusive companion
I am apprehensive
To find you and possibly lose you
I rest in the moment of you with me
You always were, are now, and will always be