"Your Message Has Been Sent""Your message has been sent.""Your Message Has Been Sent"8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The most final words in the English language.
Well okay, there's words like
But no string of words
Could measure up to
"Your message has been sent."
"They've seen it."
"They've read it."
"It cannot be undone."
"Nothing less desperate than hacking into their personal account and deleting that message as soon as possible could ever stop this person from reading your message from you to them"
A message, eh?
A very powerful thing.
"The pen is mightier than the sword."
Or in this case,
"The keyboard is mightier than the H-Bomb."
'Cuz who really uses swords anymore?
Or writes letters for that matter?
It's a communication.
Without it, we're solitary beings.
Whose sole purpose is to survive.
And that's all.
An empty existance
Is what befalls of us without communication.
Without a message.
They've seen it
They've read it
It cannot be undone.
"Your message has been sent"
Run AwayRun Away9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When you are scared and all the walls are closing in
You're feeling empty and your breath is growing thin
You're confused and it's becoming hard to see
Remember, always, you can run away to me.
You're afraid, that's okay
Everybody has to go there
You're afraid, so you say
It's not something you must, alone, bear
"In the morning I'll be better, wait and see"
But we both know that it won't be so easy
In the meantime you'll be crossing land and sea
On a journey that will take you back to me
When you have lost all reminiscence of control
You're terrified and you can't find your spine nor soul
Everbody's an encumberance you can't stand
There's nothing left, so run back to my open hands
When you are scared and all the walls are closing in
You feel dirty, need to wash away your sin
When all you think about is needing to break free
Remember, always, you can run away to me.
Nothing v1.5NothingNothing v1.58 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A short play by David Couture
A bare stage. GUY 1 is standing CENTRE stage.
GUY 2 [entering]. Hey.
GUY 1. Hello.
GUY 2. What are you doing?
GUY 1. I'm watching the burning house.
GUY 2. What burning house?
GUY 1. The one that's offstage.
GUY 2. It's offstage?
GUY 1. What do you see onstage?
GUY 2. Nothing.
GUY 1. That's because it's offstage.
GUY 2. Then what's the point?
GUY 1. It's a plot device.
GUY 2. A what?
GUY 1. A plot device. Something introduced to the narrative in order to advance it. In this case, a burning house.
GUY 2. Is it working?
GUY 1. You're here now.
GUY 2. Is it a symbol?
GUY 1. Everything is a symbol.
GUY 2. I don't get it.
I don't think I like this plot device.
GUY 1. Give it time. Have
Time To GoMemories start to fadeTime To Go8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And soon it takes more than your name
To make me smile again
I know you don't love me
I can't deny it anymore
Have to stop playing these little games with myself
Stop saying you'll soon love me for sure
You're standing with that girl again
The one with lip gloss smudged all over her face
You move your hands to her waist
And keep them there.
To show her off without a care
Or a single thought
As to how I might feel
At least I'm not a floozy and what I feel is real
To be honest I smile to myself whenever you get hurt
Then think of ways to mend a broken heart
Some homebrewed remedy for a fresh start
You're taking up needed space in my heart
Sitting there, gathering dust
There should be nothing left for you,
No love or lust
Just pure obsession
And it's time to let go.
Yugi x Atemu Fan-fic 2DISCLAIMER:Yugi x Atemu Fan-fic 28 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Yugi, Atemu, and others DO NOT BELONG TO ME!!! They belong to the people who made the show and manga, got it? TY!
FROM ATEMU'S P.O.V.
Message: Re. An Inquirey.
Atemu? You're alive? You came back? You gave up your afterlife and pardice? ARE YOU CRAZY!?
The message on his little labtop screen was almost too sweet to bear. It hurt Atemu to look at it, simply because he had finally found him... He had finally found his hikari, his Yugi. And he'd just been called crazy. 'Lovely greeting, Yugi' he thought. Are you crazy. Ah, but it was a good question to ask. Was he crazy? Atemu chuckled a little, and hit the reply button. That's when he felt it.
The wave that crashed down on his hikari, the despair that now, too, enveloped him. He knew he would more acutely feel this if he were near Yugi, but this pain was so intense! Was this what his Yugi had been feeling all this time? He typed rapidly his reply:
You're in pain, Aibou. Where are you? Tell m
Yugi x Atemu Fan-fic 1"Logging in as Y-Millennium..."Yugi x Atemu Fan-fic 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Welcome back, Y-Millennium, you have 1 messages, 1 is new!"
18 year-old Yugi Moto, the Japanese top gamer blinked at the computer screen. A message from someone on the forum? That was unusual. He didn't get along very well with people on the Net, just like in real life. Depression ruled him, and it caused him to say very depressing things. Most people just told him to commit suicide, others said get over it, and some were kind enough to lend advice on how to get through this 'phase' of his. But it wasn't a phase. It was because...
Stop thinking about that, Yugi commanded himself. Thinking about that only leads to pain. So, without another thought, Yugi opened the link to his inbox, and checked over the title of the message along with the user name that sent it.
From: Y-Egyptian-King Subject: An Inquirey.
Y-Egyptian King, huh? Thought Yugi. Y-E-K was well-known for his strange opinions on things, and for his way of talking, he'd heard
Another Unheard Love PoemIt's like drowning in your own bathtub, with no one to hear you cry.Another Unheard Love Poem8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's like growing to be 110, and spending the last 30 years wishing you'd die.
It's like spending the summer on Miami Beach and going home with no tan.
It's like watching the girl of your dreams in the arms of another man.
It's like walking to her house every day and she's never home.
It's like being called by no one, but spending every minute on the phone.
It's like investing all your hopes and dreams in the most unreliable bank of mental faith.
It's like feeling every minute of your countless efforts has been a waste.
It's like getting dumped at the altar and still wearing the ring.
It's knowing she'll read this, and it won't change a fucking thing...
On The Use Of DeathA little bit of helpful advice to those young padawan writers out there. The following applies to the writers of ALL prose, no matter what genre you're in, so listen up.On The Use Of Death8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Death in the use of storytelling is a very tricky thing, and I've seen plenty of writers and even filmmakers screw it up with the greatest of ease.
Now, please, don't get me wrong, death is a VERY powerful and emotionally motivating tool to use in prose, and can be the deciding factor in whether or not your story is cream or crap. By all means, it's there to be made use of, but you've got to remember that it's no arbitrary thing.
First of all, once you've made the decision to kill a characters, once it's been deemed by the events of your writing that an important person has to die, it has to have meaning behind it, or at least surrounding it. Either they've nobly sacrificed their lives for their loves and comrades, or they've become so depressed and withdrawn they finally turn to suicide for an escape, or their death h
heartbeat."how do you spell a heartbeat?"heartbeat.6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"a heartbeat. the sound of a heartbeat."
all i hear is your steady breathing over the phone.
"i don't think heartbeats have a particular spelling to it."
"what do you mean?"
again, you take awhile to find the right words to say.
"for example, some people's heartbeat may sound like thump-thump. some may be tha-thump, or ba-thump. it depends on the person, if you know what i mean."
(i espiecially hate it when you assume i never understand you.)
"yeah, i think i do."
after a pause,
i ask, "so, what does my heartbeat spell like?"
"i don't know."
i am running, sprinting past a chain of dream-filled oak trees with hope dangling on every leaf.
what does it feel like?
it feels, i feel,
exhilarating, wasted, hopeful, letdown, heart-squeezed and trapped.
i gave up on every single dream to reach you. but right now,
i'm stuck in your labyrinth trying to find you and you know what's worse?
Can You See Me? SasoDeiBook? Check. Pencils? Check. Notebook? Check. Folder? Check. Backpack? Check. Dairy? Check. Looks like I have everything, un.Can You See Me? SasoDei7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Deidara walked out the door; shutting and locking it behind him. He pulled his jacket tighter around him, walked down the steps in front of his small home, and began his difficult walk to school. It was the middle of December, and the weather was not being kind.
Sasori slammed his fist down on the buzzing alarm clock and groggily climbed out of bed. He brushed his teeth and ran a comb through his hair before throwing on some clothes. He went downstairs and grabbed a piece of toast to eat on the way to school. Grabbing his back pack and slinging it over his shoulder, he exited the house. He didnt bother to lock the door since Chiyo hadnt left yet. Sasori threw his black backpack into the back of his Jaguar. He climbed into the front seat and started the car; pulling out of the driveway and heading o
red snowIt was like any other day of romance. Two young couple stood by the street lightred snow9 years ago in General More Like This
waiting for the bus to arrive. It was very cold outside, even with the thickest coat
they can buy it still made them shiver. It was not windy though…the sky was dark grey with white speckled floating down.
Few minutes passed by and it was still quiet. There weren't any shops open at this late hour, nor any customers passing by.
Suddenly the girl spoke quietly.
"I think the dinner went pretty nicely" she said.
"I think the meat could have been less salty thought..." the boy spoke in silence. They laughed silently for few seconds and the conversation stopped. In a moment the boy started to mumble something. The girl looked at him slowly as he started chewing on his finger.
"how many times have I told you not to bite your finger?" she quickly pulled the hand away from his mouth.
"..I…I'm sorry I didn't realize I was" he quickly put his hands back in his pocket.
The girl gulped and closed her eyes. "if the the
ToA - Chatroom MayhemToA - Chatroom Mayhem8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Text in parenthesis means the character is thinking it, not saying it. Also, /////// = blushing, just like in the game. Warning: contains naughty language (it's emperor Peony's fault) and some slight yaoi referencing. Enjoy? O_o;
Luke has entered the chat
I_heart_Tokunaga: Ooooh! <3 it's LUKE!!! heehee... nice screen name, Luke... it's so unique...
LadyLanvaldier: oh, come now! He doesn't have to have a special nickname. Yours isn't even all that great
I_heart_Tokunaga: What?! boooooooo >_
RikuRoku - Little Red +WIP+RikuRoku - Little Red +WIP+7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Little red, little red
Walking through the woods,
Little red, little red
There the wolf had stood,
Little red, little red
Should he run of should he stay?
Little red, little red
The Wolf only wants to play,
Little red, little red
So hither to the wolf he came,
Little red, little red
And now his blood it will stain.
~by Hannah K.H.
Fate Rewrite P. 1Fate Rewrite P. 110 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, white socks and a white shirt. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Nice weather today, eh?
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his newspaper.]
PETER. What, like Godfrey?
GOD. No. Like God.
PETER. As in… [pointing skywards]
PETER. Your parents had high expectations or something?
GOD. I have no p
RikuRoku - Little RedRikuRoku - Little Red7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
MHC: Officalness!! IT BURNS!!!!
MHC: on to the ficcy!
Welcome home, Roxas! Olettes words played through the blondes mind like a broken record. Home More like Hell Roxas hissed as he entered the huge gap in the Twilight squares wallhis red trench coat flickering in the wind behind him like a fire. Upon entering, he was greeted by a beautiful sight: a forest illuminated with fireflies hovering slowly in certain areas. The full moon could be seen through a gap in the trees; making rays of light shine through certain spots in the branches.
The blonde sighed as he casually approached the opening. Upon reaching it, he sat down in the grass before averting his gaze up at the moon.
Roxas sighed and let himself fall backwards onto the soft grass. He smiled to himself. I guess Sora was rightit feels so much better to have this weight lifted off my shoulders. Roxas closed his eyes. A year ago, when Roxas
Today's Lesson Is TopographyToday's Lesson Is Topography10 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Hey, tonight's lecture is on topography. Lie back and let me navigate, I've got all the maps. I will lead you down a course, discoursing as we go about those damn fool nights of two shots too many. Tonight's lecture is no story, song, or rhyme but a lesson in math of the wildest kind. The geometry in our curves bends like so. Watch your footing.
Now, I've got some graphs for your ears which require closer examination.
I knew a dead girl once. Upon meeting her in that dark corner of Serengatto's (it means something in one of those love languages of romance lands) she said
"Do you remember dying?"
and I said
"First I'd like to remember living
lets return to this communiqué
once we find the ground."
I had never played words with a dead girl before.
We made visual love there, on those too small seats of Serengatto's, our eyes conjoining in ways profane and delightful. So I knew her methods and wily means before we even said hello, or what passes for that in these parts. It was
65 Roses65 Roses9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How is it you can cry for someone you don't even know?
You hear their story and feel this sadness in your heart and soul
But you can never imagine the pain their parents feel
To feel the sadness of knowing your child will die soon
You wonder "What can I do?"
Yet, know that you can't do enough
You feel it is unfair
Not only to the child, but to the world
But for most, the next day the thought of that child will be gone
As life surrounds them again and they are lost in their own world
Thoughts of the child in the hidden caverns of ones mind, lost and forgotten
But what of that child?
Just because you have forgotten them doesn't mean they will just be alright
Life isn't a happy fairy tale
One day they won't be here
It makes me cry
The thought of that small heart no longer beating on this planet
No longer sharing their love with others
Their life cut short by something they couldn't control
Something that isn't their fault....
When Your Heart Stops Beating When Your Heart Stops BeatingWhen Your Heart Stops Beating8 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
My first thought is that she pronounced his last name wrong.
My second is that she's lying.
When you think of a person, a tiny file of memory opens in your brain, containing everything you know about them. All the good memories you've made, stupid jokes that have been laughed at, every tear that you may have shed think
Softly FallLoudly fall, crying softly slow.Softly Fall10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Two step death, cursed corpse to show.
You fly down, your blood flies out;
You are dead but still you shout.
In my mind you're falling still;
Dieing fast yet hard to kill.
Death might end it for the best;
My heart at peace, your soul at rest.
Give myself a fitting end?
Damn your legacy and send
My soul Hel-bound with joy, and rend
No more my heart, my dearest friend
The steel will sit above my skin
Ready to cut, to sink right in,
And I will look upon the blade
Then do the act your god forbade.
As ever slowly I do fall,
Seized and gripped by death's black call
The lone last thing that I will see
Is your face staring back at me.
Q and A - Anonymous"Why?" that is my ultimate question.Q and A - Anonymous8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I know the answers.
Q: "Why am I so scared?"
A: We live in a small town, people can't know we're "different."
Q: "Why does my heart speed up every time I hear your voice?"
A: You're voice is one of the most beautiful sounds on earth.
Q: "Why can't I tell you how I feel?"
A: I am scared you will reject me, you don't like women much.
Q: "Why do I hate your ex, even though your better off without him?"
A: He broke you're heart. You still love him. I wish you would love me instead.
Q: "Why do I always hope you'll call when I am down?"
A: You know what to say to make me feel better… and I love talking with you.
Q: "Why can't I talk to everyone about how great you are?"
A: We are both women, and we are both still in the closet.
Q:"Why can't I leave Him to be with you?"
A: I Love Him too
But the most important answer to "WHY" is:
Because I Love You.
Because I love two people, totally
Who Am I - BlingieWho am I?Who Am I - Blingie8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a person. A brother. A son. A friend.
I like pasta. I go to school. I get good grades.
I go into town. I hang out. I want to get a job.
I like watching TV, playing video games, reading.
I don't like swimming, skateboarding or public speaking.
I get sick. I like to sleep in. I'm terrible at exams.
I support my friends. They support me.
I can be happy. Sad. Excited. Bored.
I like renting movies and eating pizzas on a Friday night.
I play piano. I watch Monty Python.
I spill things on my shirt. I have a weird taste in music.
Gay is not who I am. It does not define my personality.
Gay is not what I am. It does not change that I am human.
Gay is not when I am. There is no beginning and no end.
Gay is not where I am. There is no such place.
Gay is not why I am. There is no reason for it.
I am what I am.
Step by Step - IejNeh, no pink clouds here. I never was one for pink. The little triangle I can live with though, wink wink, nudge nudge.Step by Step - Iej9 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
So just clouds, picture yourself some nice, solid clouds. White 'n fluffy ones. And then a small, blond girl with glasses and baggy clothes skipping around on them. Wheee! See? She looks pretty content there, right? Yeah, that's me in my little piece of sky. Let's keep me there.
I stretch all the way up to the cabinet to grab some plates. Damn you, five feet and six inches of me. Grow some. On my toes I strain to get them and yay, finally manage to get them. Back on my feet, phew.
Then suddenly I feel two hands slip around my middle, all the way. A warm head with bright blue eyes and a big, big smile appears on my shoulder. Talking about a rush of blood to the head there, I'm sure some fire-alarm will go off anytime here.
Everyone: meet my girlfriend. Girlfriend, audience, audience, girlfriend. Yes, got introduced properly? So this is my girlfriend, a big yay t
sasodei fanfic: foreverForever such a strong word. Its forever and ever. It lasts not depending on anything. It just keep on existing. Forever never dieing, never fading, never disappearing. He claimed himself to be forever young, forever living, forever existing. He said that he was eternal. I believed him, stupid as I am. But nothing lasts forever. Life, time; constantly flowing. Impossible to stop. Even how much you want it to. When Im gone, the world will keep on changing, time will keep on flowing, life wont seize to exist. Nothing is eternal, nothing is forever. Not even my love to him. Danna is gone. Im still here. And this pain feels like foreversasodei fanfic: forever6 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
Olives - ShiverBeast" Hey, pass the remote."Olives - ShiverBeast8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stare blankly at the screen,
as if the bright
pixels hypnotized me to
I pass the remote.
The silence grew as she surfs
through the channels,
as if something would
I feel the sofa somehow
away from her, as if
it is saving me from
the violent silence.
I could almost hear
the remote's taps-
each molecular sound
seems to be pushing me-
ever so closely to
I feel her eyes upon me even
though they stare
sharply at the screen. I
feel she is breathing
in the words
I've wanted to say.
Mindlessly, I clear my
"Mom, I need to tell you
She continues changing the
"What?" She says
with a discouraging tone;
her gaze changes to the
where lays an empty jar of green
some slices of cheddar
"Where are the olives ?"
My words seem to be captured by
lack of compassion. I continue,
willing to stop her
hypnotic trance towards
willing to cease