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: 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
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
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.
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.
BullyWhen I was a minor, I was heavily bullied throughout my public schooling life. That is preschool all the way to senior year. I was bullied for various reasons; for being too smart, for having crooked teeth, for liking cats, for "being too manly", for being friendly... and it destroyed me. I have attempted suicide twice in my life and have permanently been inflicted with depression. I also have an extremely hard time socializing and standing up for myself, because any time I had tried to do so in my past, only made things worse for me...Bully3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I got it not only from other students, but also from teachers and school boards, who discriminated against me in various ways. What was I to do? No adult would help me, in fact they told me it was all my fault and I deserved it, they told me to stop standing up and to stop being who I am. It made me for the longest time a walking zombie, unable to express myself and my desires, because I had lost hope.
And this is by no means a unique case whatsoever fo
Adventure Time with MLnPG ch10 V2.0Adventure Time with MLnPG ch10 V2.03 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lord Monochromicorn landed on Marshall's porch and the prince swiftly slid down off of his steed's shoulder, giving the muscular flank a thankful pat.
"Thanks for bringing me by, buddy," Gumball said quietly to his friend. "I should be here a while, so don't wait up. Why don't you go hang with Cake? Marshall can give me a ride home." The prince stroked Lord's nose thankfully, making the stallion snort and shake his mane. Taking a pace backwards, the mount dipped his head and tapped with his hoof.
"-.. --- -. .----. - / -.. --- / .- -. -.-- - .... .. -. --. / .. / .-- --- ..- .-.. -.. -. .----. -"
"Wait, what is that supposed to mean?" the prince asked indignantly, but too late, as his steed had already leaped into the air and flown out of the back entrance to Marshall's cave with a whinny. Pursing his lips in frustration, the candy teen pulled on his winter coat to straighten the garment before stepping forward and knocking at his friend's front door. There was a long silen
New Start ch 2- LenxLuka and LukaxPiko -sorta-"I'm done rebelling." Miku complained kicking the bus bench.New Start ch 2- LenxLuka and LukaxPiko -sorta-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Miku it's been an hour since we left the agency!" Piko said leaning over his bench to tap Miku on the head.
"Yeah and now I'm bored I so could use some starbucks." She groaned.
"Seriously Miku? You where the first to volunteer." Rin exclaimed.
"Miku's very strong willed." Len laughed full of sarcasticness. (I know thats not a real word!)
"Very." Gakupo agreed leaning over his bench seat behind me and reaching down at me. I punch his hand away leaning against Len who sat next to me. Len turned his head and gave a smug grin to Gakupo and slid his arm around my shoulders.
"Well, I have just one question." Rin spoke up from across the aisle.
"Yeah?" Everyone chorused.
"Um where do we go now?" She asked. Everyone grew silent except the other random passengers.
"Aw crap. Now you didn't happen to think about that did ya Pizza?" Meiko asked. We all gave her one funny look. She pointed at Piko.
"Hey now! I'm no food! Are you high? It
Lil' less conversation -PART 1"Please, give me one last chance, granny Tsunade! I swear, this time, he'll come back for sure!" Naruto practically begged, forgetting his pride for a moment.Lil' less conversation -PART 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
And he really knew that this time he'd figured out what the entire problem was.
Up until now, everytime he'd confronted Sasuke, the Uchiha'd thought it was because he had promised Sakura to drag him back to Konoha by the ears, if necessary.
But what if he actually told Sasuke he wasn't doing it for her. Not for Konoha, not for the Hokage - for no one but himself`?
Naruto knew it might have just been wishful thinking on his part that lead him to this conclusion, but he didn't care. He had to try this.
"I wonder why you're still so set on bringing the Uchiha back to Konoha, Naruto," the blond rubbed her temples in annoyance. "It's not like he-"
"Please, I don't care! Just let me try!"
"Alright, alright, you win," Tsunade finally gave in. "You can take Sai with you. And please, Naruto..."
"...no risky shit,
Why?WhyWhy?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do I love you
Why do I long to be with you in whatever way
How do I deserve a friend like you
When you found out I was in love with you you were freaked, I could tell
Yet you didn't turn away, instead saying and doing all those little things,
showing even more that you cared
This made me love you even more
You gave me whatever I needed hugs, words, an open ear to listen to my problems
holding me close, holding my heart
And I still love you. I'm still in love
Shay and Ash Chapter 1 I knew this day was gunna be different, the butterflies in my stomach told me so. In history class, sitting in the 3rd seat in the 4th row, i saw him for the first time. Ash, he was about 5'10" with short black hair with red tips, green eyes, lightly tan skin, and with a lightly muscular build. " Ash why don't you sit in front of Shay" said the history teacher. OH SHIT, I'm Shay. He walked over to the desk in front of me, put his back pack down and sat in his desk. God, his hair is beautiful. I stared at his hair the entire period and, like an alarm clock the lunch bell rang.Shay and Ash Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ash was the first to leave the classroom. I quickly got my backpack and headed towards my locker. I fumbled with my lock and like so many times before opened my locker.
"Hey you,". I looked behind me to see Ash standing there with his hands in his pockets.
"Hi," I said nervously.
Breathe Like You BleedI want to feel his hands around my throatBreathe Like You Bleed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pressing me down until I finally choke
Prove to me that I don't need the air I breathe
Prove to me that all I really need is you to hold me
I want to feel his hands cutting off my air supply
Preventing me from telling even more lies
Prove to me that I don't need my voice to speak
Prove to me that you don't really even need me
I want to feel his hands strangling me
Protecting me from the toxins we all need
Prove to me that you can help me escape the idiocy
Prove to me that I can live somewhere above reality
I want to feel his hands around my throat
Pressing me down until I finally cease to choke
The Gods' LamentIt's been so long sinceThe Gods' Lament4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mortals have known us
The offering smoke reaches us rarely, with its billowing
Plumes of ash
It makes no sense
Why they left
Where they went
Our followers betrayed us
And the rocky shores where
They used to pray
Stand littered with crosses
Crosses displaying their dead men
Dead men who mock us
Say to us:
"Your believers have gone
They are mine
They think of you
But just a few who know we are here
Just a few,
Among a world of souls lost to us
And they say
"we believe, in you gods. We believe."
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
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.