Death Battle: Luffy vs. PopeyeDeath Battle: Luffy vs. Popeye2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ray: Alright, the combatants are set. Let’s settle this debate once and for all.
Steel: It’s time for a DEATH BATTLE!!!
All was calm as a massive galleon cruised across the ocean's surface, its lion-head bowsprit and straw-hat wearing Jolly Roger noticeable anywhere. From its deck, one could hear merry music from a fiddle, and the members of the crew either singing or dancing along to it.
Joining them in the festivities was the captain of this ship known to all as "Thousand Sunny". That captain was none other than the famed Straw-Hat Luffy.
The song came to an end and the skeletal fiddler took a bow, his art complete. If he had a proper face, he would have smiled at the cheers.
“WOW!” Luffy said with a broad smile, “Play it again!”
Yet as the crew celebrated, a simple-looking steamboat was coming across their path up ahead. At first, the crew paid no mind to it. That all changed because, just when the skeleton
Situational Dialogue ExerciseThe intent of this exercise is for the character to react to each situation in a manner unique to who they are, or at least to who you have created them to be. Some of these situations are similar, I will admit, but they should prove different enough to help understand the thoughts and actions of characters in their dialogue from their perspective.Situational Dialogue Exercise4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Some things to avoid:
Yelling "You B#####d!" any time a disadvantageous situation appears.
The plain-face "Well s##t" remark gets old very, very quickly, and says almost nothing about the character.
Use of "Tch" or "Heh" to represent a tough guy should be sparing, at best. Watch Eastwood. The man hardly says anything at all.
Monologues are almost always unnatural. When was the last time you received a full lecture about how life works and how views are emotionally charged from someone who can't possibly have more of a hold on it all than you? Never. And yet, it happens in OC d
These Words Aren't PrettyThese Words Aren't Pretty:These Words Aren't Pretty3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My verses are ugly and I admit to the fact
I can't use pretty language when I'm working with rap
Because the things that I write, are just the things that I feel
I ain't an Edgar Allan Poe or a Danielle Steel
And I'll be honest with you, I've got an envy inside
Because some poets got a flow that's as smooth as the tide
I read some stuff that they write, it's just so dope I ignite
Burning shame and my anger at the beautiful sight
And like birds of a feather, they're flocking together
These poets are the Gods and I'm nailed by the weather
But as the rain pours down, lightning resound;
I try to write pretty words but my lips remain bound
So deeply silenced by fear - the darkness I hear,
Afraid to be unloved by the ones I hold dear
I've hit the limit of time; my lyrical crime
These words that I've lived are just turning to grime.
So I wish I had their talent; just a sliver of that
If their skill was a mountain then I've broken my back
It's like t
Call her SavageCall her SavageCall her Savage6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They called you savage.
But in the french tongue
As if that made it more'romantic'-
Les enfant savage
The maid of chalons.
Covered in rags and skins
And a gourd leaf in your matted hair
Painted like a black girl
A panther, startled from your lair.
So they called you a devil
The blood on your lips
The bone you carried
Seemed to confim their diagnosis
''La Femme est Diabolique.''
But in that terrible drought
The most basic of instincts
Drove you to the region of Champagne.
It was not the fizzy liquid you craved
But water, blood, and meat.
And perhaps, a human connection.
Your gutteral raspings
Were a source of puzzlement to all
As was your love of the unskinned rabbit
You hastily devoured, with hands and teeth
And scooped the blood,fur and flesh in lumps
To your quivering lips.
Your eyes were bulging, blue and mistrustful
Cornflower spheres unused to the curious gazes.
Yet why should you trust
What you could not comprehend?
The gallic babble must have appeared
As alien to
Halfway PeopleFlowers scattered like thrown shadows,Halfway People4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the taste of drifting incense and white chalk
lining the insides of our textbooks like
the insides of our throats.
Recited between breaths of ash and sake:
Hiroshima Nagasaki Sadako.
Dates that run like automatic fire.
Another memorial service.
It's time for children to sing,
and sakura to be dusted over graves.
It snows flowers,
but it looks like ash.
And somewhere across the world,
another dirt-flower blooms
amidst a thousand cranes
Reader Insert Prank Call 3: Lovino's Baby?Lovino's Baby?Reader Insert Prank Call 3: Lovino's Baby?3 years ago in Humor More Like This
You sighed, laying on the floor. You were bored. Which wasn't exactly what you would call a rare occurrence, but now was an especially horrible case of boredom. You were home alone, nothing to do. No friends over, nothing. You couldn't even gather the energy to climb onto the couch to watch television. Even Alfred would've been ashamed of your laziness.
But you couldn't help it! Feliciano had just been over, who was always entertaining, but he always seemed to tire you. And, not only that, but when he left, your house always felt like it was empty, like something was missing.
Oh, yeah, something was missing.
You sighed again, this time even more exaggerated. You somehow gathered the energy to roll over onto your side and reach for your phone and scroll through the contacts. You thought about calling Feliciano and telling him to come back, but when he left he and his brother had been fighting. Though, that occurrence was about as rare as your boredom.
Instead of call
-c. the pursuit of happynessclearly its much easier to see the-c. the pursuit of happyness6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
imperfections in life than it is to admit to myself
that half the time its my fault; and you
know better than most how the easy is
tempting. i want to think of you and feel
happiness surge through me. i want
to be able to see your smile in
my mind, and know i'm smiling too.i liked to picture the two of us together in a
silver photo frame, but somehow all I could see was
you gliding away on that little cloud of
h a p p i n e s s
and my little bundle of ashes let's laugh on winter mornings. i want
to watch my breath fly free, just so bliss
can seem lucid. please,
and not an illusion.i used to love watching you through
fogged-up glass, in the reflections of
mirrors and off gleaming silverware because
you know, in enclosed spaces your sparkle
was just a little too muchi wish i were beautiful - beautiful
like you. i want your eyes to burn when you stare
at me. i want you to look away, still
stunned by the grace you can't stand
to see. that woul
It starts with a flash-bang and a Majulahi.It starts with a flash-bang and a Majulah3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
June's hauled her here again and
she's tapping at my classroom window,
A gazillion tiny fingers rapping in succession
(When she said "invitation" I didn't realise she meant
soaking half the country, the spike in umbrella prices has
nothing to do with me)
What's worse than an impatient child
is one with the whole atmosphere as her battering ram
when she tries to say something the urgency brims over
and one million exclamation marks
is beginning to sound like static frazzling
out on the pavements
She is without choice: when Cloud mother tips her out
she must go, and go she will
caught in an obtuse cycle, fought over by heat and
gravity wanting to claim her as territory
thrown about in their wiggly intersections she
falls, rises, and falls again.
Her talent is splitting herself up,
a single place, and then everywhere at once.
She has mastered the skill to the point
that she is a fractal in the air
even before she hits the ground.
She is a cell in a body 66 percent water.
She is a s
I AmI am the shadow, and I am the lightI Am2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am the sunlight, and I am the night
I am the battle, and I am the fighter
I am the water, and I am the fire
I am a raindrop just ready to fall
I am the world, and yet…
No one at all.
XXX3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you started off as half a portrait
pinned in the center of
a vast map, a telescopic view of
yellowing resin and browning ink
spreading its continents across an ebony wall.
a pair of India green eyes unshaded,
deep irises set in a startling halo of rime.
a palm-sized card charting the cartography of human desire.
in hours where sea surges to sea,
when the schizophrenic world forgets which
side is up and which is down
there the captain sits, absently spinning an ivory globe.
he feels cartesian planes sliding under and
mountain ridges gently scouring the tips of his fingers
under the pressure of the muffled wind and
he still searches,
a mantra carving and recarving in his head.
plowing those crescent eyes that are his definition and his name.
the threads that crisscross and intertwine on the wall
weave a web of human capacity and
revelry in fruited ambition.
he imagines a smile somewhere on the bottom of her picture.
"Was this the face that launched a thousand ships? "
Goodbye Edd1988-2012Goodbye Edd3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strong and optimistic
'Til the very last breath
You were our hero
We mourn your young death
Nobody saw it coming
As fast as a bullet
The shock drove through my heart
Just tore a hole right through it
Inspired so many
Put smiles on our faces
Now comes back to haunt us
As we seek comforting embraces
Smiles to tears
Dust to dust
All of our fears
We dared not to trust
But you're gone now
There is no denying
All are in anguish
All are crying
Goodbye to the young soul laughing at death
Goodbye to the cancer that put him to rest
Goodbye gentle fellow
And your lighthearted jests
We will all miss you
We will never forget.
Ultimate Character QuestionnaireUltimate Character Questionnaire1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
What is your name?
What is your name’s origin and meaning, and how was it chosen?
How tall are you?
Who do you live with or near, if anyone?
Where is your residence and what is it like?
What is your hometown and local culture like?
Who are your parents?
Are you married, single, seeking a relationship, avoiding romance?
What is your class/income level?
What is your income source and/or occupation?
What is your education?
What is your worldview/religion? What is your level of devotion to that philosophy?
What are your current life problems?
Who (or what) are your enemies?
What are your priorities in life?
What is your goal in life? What is your motivation for this goal?
What is your goal in this story? What is your motivation for this goal?
What changes do you undergo by the end of the story (emotional, physical, philosophical, relational, etc)?
What is your central philosophy in life?
What moral code do you follow and wh
Semper Fi: Always LoyalSemper Fi: Always Loyal3 years ago in Visual Poetry More Like This
There's a madness there;
a gapping maw, laughing within.
A bone-chilling quite that almost unsettles,
in a way I've never known.
Bloodied my hands,
Blackened my soul.
I know what I must do
even when the very thought of it -
sickens me down to my very core
and terrifies me down to marrow
I will hold
I'll push it down and I'll stand my ground
I've got a job to do.
There are a few things
that I - and those besides me-
There are a few names, that those -
the ones that stand against us -
And there are things that I,
have named myself
and many that are around me.
Marine - The best. Protector. Savior. Friend.
Marine - Murderer. Monster, Demon. The best.
Every Devil Dog knows
they've got a duty to uphold.
But that doesn't change what I know.
I'll push it down and stand my ground.
To take another's life no matter how
they've loved it,
weights upon the wary soul.
And every Body on the field knows,
the moment you join
Protector. Murderer. Savior. Monster
Paleocenes: A natural historyPaleocenes: A natural history5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
long ago, before God created humankind in his own image. dinosaurs were his joyous creation. however the overgrown reptiles grew arrogant and began fighting for the supreme species. displeased by this he sent a meteorite to earth to bring an end to age of dinosaurs and start the development of the creatures that would dawn on his image. Yet, he still loved and had plans for the dinosaurs. only the wisest, most humble, and pure-hearted of the dinosaurs were spared of the reptilian genocide. after 65 million years of underground hiding and subterranean life, the dinosaurs decreased greatly in size but gained superhuman intelligence and a lot of other human physiology, as well. (erect standing posture, five fingers including an opposable thumb, etc.) yet retained 75% of their former lizard features. eventually, the Anthrosaurs will join the humans in peace and harmony, and the reptiles have been blessed in Christ's Salvation.
HorusThe air fled his lungs from the force of the boot's blow. It made him caw with pain. This raised a chorus of laughs from three of the men who tormented him. The other one stood by, expressionless, watching the others go after him, one innocent Horus on his way home from work.Horus5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sing us a song, bird man," one of them said. "Go tweet tweet, why don't ya?"
He pushed himself up from the wet pavement with one hand. He looked at his tormenters. They were faceless in the driving rain, just forms with brass knuckles, steel-toed boots, and hate, shrouded with falling water.
"Kiss my ass," he said, his voice buzzing and croaking.
This earned him a kick to the face. He was knocked flat on his back, pain coursing through his beak. It hadn't been broken, lucky him, but it was surely bruised.
"Shut the hell up," someone said.
"You sold your soul for this, now pay the price," the one who stood alone said.
He laughed at this. Staring up at the dark, damp sky, bloodied and bruised, he found it in himsel
Here Comes the FloodThe streets were filled with the sea, its salt water choking the places where cars once puttered about. Right now it was only about three feet deep, but a swollen western tide come nightfall would add another five feet to that. Sea creatures clustered about the lampposts and the door frames, starfish, barnacles, and other denizens of the shallows that were moving into this new real estate.Here Comes the Flood5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Peter sat on top of the old post office, looking down at the sad state of his hometown. No walls had been built here to hold back the ocean, like they had been in Seattle. Here the sea had come creeping up, taking the town, making a new shore somewhere in the middle of it. It drove everyone away, first in great groups, then in ones and twos, all heading away towards the refugee camps to the east. Peter suspected he was the only one left, out of a good 500 people.
He knew that he should go somewhere else, find a place to enjoy himself while he could, like everyone else seemed to be doing; throwing one
Reader Insert/Anime Prank Call: Alfred Likes Boys?America Likes Boys?Reader Insert/Anime Prank Call: Alfred Likes Boys?3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Bored out of your mind, you sat up in bed, wondering what to do. You weren't tired, even though it was near four o'clock in the morning, and you had nothing to do. Sighing, you walked out of your bedroom and into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. As you entered the living room, your eyes locked onto your brand new phone. You thought about texting your boyfriend, Alfred, or something, though even he probably wasn't even up at this time. Then something struck you. You hadn't given Alfred your new phone number yet. You knew you were a bit old to be prank calling, but you were desperate for some sort of entertainment. So you dialed Alfred's number, and brought the phone to your ear.
After three or four rings, a tired, "Hello?" Was heard on the other end.
"Oh, I didn't wake you up, did I?" You said in your sweetest voice possible.
On the other end, Alfred grunted. "Who is this, and why are you calling me at 4 A.M.?"
Suppressing a laugh, you said in the same sweet to
know your rightsAmendment Iknow your rights3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.
A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.
No Soldier shall, in time of peace be quartered in any house, without the consent of the Owner, nor in time of war, but in a manner to be prescribed by law.
The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.
No person shall be held to
[TLIAW] Wunderwaffe - Update I[TLIAW] Wunderwaffe - Update I1 month ago in Settings More Like This
German experimentation with automated combat machines began even before the rise of Hitler. The Treaty of Versailles imposed strict limits on the size of the German military, so the Germans opted to get around this restriction by creating war machines that did not need operators. The first experiments were conducted with radio-controlled flying bombs, or "buzz bombs" as they were colloquially known. The government of the Weimar Republic even collaborated with the Soviet Union on several automaton projects, a collaboration which would later haunt Moscow.
After the rise of the Nazi Party, developments in automation ground to a halt. As Hitler openly defied the Treaty of Versailles, the military saw no need in continuing development in automated weapons. That money was needed for training more men, and manufacturing more armaments. It wasn't until 1939, as the SS-Verfügungstruppe ("SS-VT") was expanding, that interest was rekindled. In the early days of the war, the German military a
Talking to YourselfWind drove snow over the trees with such force they seemed to step into the distance. The whiteness in the air covered everything until it was as faded as an old scent trail after a rainstorm. The snow was already deep enough to suck in a man's leg past the knee if he wasn't wearing snowshoes, but the figure trudging through it was no longer a man.Talking to Yourself3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Wendigo had given up on snowshoes long ago in favor of simpler footwear. The straps challenged the clumsy fingers of his stolen human body, and he could never figure out how to move in them without tripping. He lurched onward with the tenacity of a wolverine gnawing through an inch of deer skull to get the gooey treat in the center. The pain in his stomach howled to his feet. He gave little thought to their control. His mind was focused on making the most of sensory information diminished by the storm. Sounds and smells were difficult to pinpoint. He almost felt as if the wind were a rival, come to mask the trails of prey to keep for itself.
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012