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?"
Grandma Rose's Story: OneOral TraditionGrandma Rose's Story: One5 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
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
One, two, threeMy boyfriend watched, open mouthedOne, two, three2 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 nothing other than
an ocean roiling beneath my ribs,
and an urge to hold the brass ossuary,
and rock you back and forth
like you did for me when I was young.
At the funeral, my uncle announced
that you despised 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.
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
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
My Argument for Same Sex MarriageSame-sex marriage is a polarized issue that many Americans fear will result in economic, legal, and social repercussions. Gay Marriage has an extensive history in cultures around the world beginning in ancient times and still causes controversy today. However, there is much research showing the long and short term benefits gay marriage has on society. Many people are still uninformed about the history, psychology and sociological effects of one of the greatest debates in modern history.My Argument for Same Sex Marriage3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Same-sex marriage has its roots in the very beginning of recorded civilization, beginning with Africa. Within African tribal society, barren women would often take other women to be their brides. These 'female husbands' were granted the full rights of a male husband, including damages should the wife share sexual intimacy outside of the marriage. In Egyptian and Mesopotamian cultures, homosexual marriages were recognized as law; proof of this can be
Melt- MikuXKaitoMelt ~ Meruto MikuXKaito Enjoy~ OH! And please read discrpition! I'm taking requests also! Thanks >////Melt- MikuXKaito3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
YesterdayYesterday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yesterday a tree fell on my face.
It was not a fun experience
Yet now I can look back and laugh.
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
Proud to be white.I am proud to be white.Proud to be white.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There I said it.
Why shouldn't I be?
My heritage has nothing to do with myself.
My ancestors have committed no crimes.
They have kept no slaves.
So I am proud to be white.
My family has served in every American war.
From the revolution to Vietnam.
We fought with the North in the civil war.
We cried when Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Died.
My heritage is a part of who I am.
People say that everyone is equal nowadays,
But that's not true
We have the special offers based on race.
Even in the school I grew up in
There was the African-American club,
The Indian club,
The Latino club.
We cant preach equality
Unless we teach people to take pride
In who they are.
I was never taught this
I was taught I had it easier
Because I was white
I was taught
To be humble
Because of what other white people had done
I was taught
To treat others better than I treated myself
Because if I didn't
I was being racist.
I believe without a doubt
That our society doesn't have equality.
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.
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 went to a funeral todayI was at a funeral today. I was there as a friend of the family. I didn't personally know the deceased well, I've met him, but didn't know him. When his son came up and read the eulogy, I began to think. What he wrote was very cheesy, think basic funeral writing; focused very heavily on his honesty, humility, and good memories. There were a few funny things here and there, but what I was really interested in was the way he read it. He read it like a highschooler reading any old speech, aside from the crying, of course. What I realized though is it's not the speech that matters really at all, it's when he begins to stutter, and he can barely read because his mouth is too busy blubbering, that you can really see how he feels.I went to a funeral today4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I started to think about the things I would write if my brother or father passed. Something similarly between the two that I would write would be that we are all very much alike, as little as we'd each like to admit that. Especially my brother.
My dad is quirky, he'
Before you kill yourself...Before you kill yourself,Before you kill yourself...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay strong.
Don't let go.
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: YunUMvC3 Fan Moveset: Yun3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Origin: Street Fighter series
First Appearance: Street Fighter III New Generation (1997)
Voiced by: Todd Haberkorn (EN) Kentaro Ito (JP)
Theme song: A remix of Yun's theme from Super Street Fighter IV: Arcade Edition
Alternate costume: Yun's Alternate costume from Super Street Fighter IV: Arcade Edition
Stage: Downtown China -Midnight Thunderstorm- (Shared with Yang)
Standing light punch, Crouching light punch, Jumping light punch
Standing middle punch, Crouching middle punch, Jumping middle punch
Standing fierce punch, Crouching fierce punch, Jumping fierce punch
Hiza Geri: P + K
Monkey Flip: L or R + P + K
Gekihou Sui: M + K
Gekitei Futai: (R +) L + K
Ento Shugeki: L + P + K
Raigeki Shuu: AIR DR + K
Senpuu Kyaku: R + M
Dakai: R + H
Zesshou Hohou: QCF + P
Kobokushi: QCB + P
Fake Kobokushi: QCB + PP
Tetsuzan Kou: DP + P
Nishou Kyaku: DP + K
Zenpou Tenshin: close, HCB + K
Gen'ei Jin: QCF x2 + P
You Hou: QCF x2 + PP
(Lv. 3)Sourai Rengeki: QCF x2
SageSage3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One morning she awoke to find workmen in her garden. They had already pulled up the sage bush, dumping it unceremoniously, root side up atop the rosemary, atop the basil so that it looked like a miniature baobab, or whatever they call those trees in Africa with the habit of growing upside down. She wished she could shrink down and scurry off into that diminutive landscape. She wished she could call to the workmen and tell them to get out of her yard, to tell them that sage could be burnt to ward off evil spirits. Instead, she let her teacup slip through her fingers. It greeted the floor with the expected crash, a hundred tiny shards singing and reveling in newfound freedom, tracing wet trails across the tile.
She stepped over the puddle and pressed her forehead against the kitchen window. One of the workmen was standing in the corner of the yard, conversing with the policemen she knew would be there. Another trekked slowly around the yard with a metal detector while two more stood wais
Fresh Start EXTRA 2Fresh Start EXTRA 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After retrieving my normal clothes, I made some soup and skipped up to Gumo's room. I knocked lightly on his bedroom door.
I slowly opened the door. His room was dark, except for the lamp in his room shining dimly. Gumo was staring out the window at the pouring rain, face expressionless. "Gumo I brought you something to eat" I said in my most cheerful voice. I sat down across from him in his bed and gently pushed the soup tray onto his lap. He only stared at it and made no move to eat. His cheeks were wet and his eyes were a little red. Had he'd been crying?
"Thanks, but I'm not hungry, Gumi." He mumbled. He picked up the tray and set it on his nightstand and continued is silent gaze out the window. I scooted up closer to him and watched him for awhile. "What?" he said, after noticing my curious stare.
"Gumo what's wrong. You know you can talk to me. We can always talk." He lowered his eyes to his lap I tilted my head and leaned forward. "Is Is it about Lila