The Empty ChildThe Empty ChildThe Empty Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hear everything too loudly
I am falling apart
I grew up too fast
I am still a child
I cannot stand still
I see every detail
I cannot remember what I'm doing
I talk about dinosaurs and doctors and darkrooms
I cry for no reason
I do not have the ability to cry now
I see the world differently
I wish you saw it like me
I have a puzzle to put together
I wonder if you'll help me
I hear a song and must sing it
I see a picture and must take it
I see a world, a broken world
I want to fix that, too
I want to play
I need to work
I close my eyes and fall asleep
I remember everything
I forget my head
I stand in blue light
I see the world in shades of blue
I am lost
I have been waiting for you
I am the empty child
Are you my mommy?
Quotes from serial killers"One side of me says 'wow that's an attractive chick, I'd like to talk to her, date her' the other side says I wonder what her head would look like on a stick." -Edmund KemperQuotes from serial killers8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"I just wanted to see how it felt to shoot Grandma." - Edmund Kemper
"The first good-looking girl I see tonight is going to die." - Edmund Kemper
"I remember there was actually a sexual thrill . . . you hear that little pop and pull their heads off and hold their heads up by the hair. Whipping their heads off, their body sitting there. That'd get me off." - Edmund Kemper
"I am not insane, I'm just queer."-Albert Fish
final words: "Kiss my ass!"-John Wayne Gacy
"You have not caught me yet and you are not likely to. I shall keep on at my work, for I love it, and I will send you something for a Christmas box."
- Jack The Ripper
"I'm not an alien maniac, nor yet a foreign tripper. I'm just your jolly, lively friend. Yours truly, Jack the Ripper." - Jack The Ripper
"We all go a little mad sometimes"- Norman Bates
The Fall of Ariamis …Priscilla.The Fall of Ariamis2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I will keep you safe.
I will keep you company.
Do you remember all those years ago – when we first met? I remember it perfectly. I was so very close. So very, very close to my last shred of sanity snipping. And then I saw a peculiar little girl in white dress – you. Your left hand was occupied by a tattered doll. Your right was wet from wiping your tears. Your eyes began to water again, but I caught it for you that time. I still had a shred of humanity left, gnawing at my heart's strings to care for you, to pity, and to comfort. You were scared by my face, but I mustered a smile, and told you not to fear. You told me that you were lonely, that you were unloved.
And from that point on, I never left your side.
Do you remember all those years ago – when I saved your life? I remember it perfectly. The cursed fellow had threatened you, and I had intervened. You were bigger, but still, I needed to protect you. He chased you up the tower,
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
Translating the Left: A Handy Guide.Translating the Left: A Handy Guide.Translating the Left: A Handy Guide.6 months ago in Comedy More Like This
Discover the deceptive world of American liberalism through this easy to follow and free translation publication that shows you how to translate the euphemisms, dysphemisms, and other terms liberals use to sugarcoat or demonize various political and social subjects and beliefs or to avoid offending someone.
"Woe to those who call evil good and good evil, who put darkness for light and light for darkness, who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter!"
"The art of making true things seem false and false things seem true by the use of words."
Terms and their definitions or translations.
Women's health: Abortion.
Undocumented American: Illegal alien.
Undocumented worker: Illegal alien.
Assault weapon: Legal semi-automatic civilian firearm.
Workplace violence: Terrorism.
Racial profiling: Proper criminal profiling by law enforcement.
Pro Choice: Pro Abortion
Progressive: Term for a liberal, socialist,
In The Mind of a Serial Killer Some would call me crazy. How could that be?Those people had it coming! Why? Because of how the looked at me!In The Mind of a Serial Killer6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The first one was a mistake, yes. Yes, a mistake. She looked at me like I was some, some animal! So, I pushed her. And down she descended, down the stairs of an empty hall.
But, something happened! I got a feeling, one that had been missing most my life. Bliss, that I could control someone else's life in my very own hands! Watch the fire go out of their eyes! Oh, and how much joy their screams have brought me! Ha! They all deserved it!
How could you call me a monster? If anything, I am an angel!
Art is what it is. All the ways I have killed. Drowning, cutting their hearts out while it still beats, cutting off their fingers as they scream. The last two are my favorite.
Best of all is the fame! E
The Problem with Self Inserts The Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self Inserts 1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There is nothing wrong with inserting yourself into a story. Like anything, it can be well done or... not so well done. The fact is, the majority of people who tend to write about self inserts happen to be beginners. Naturally, that causes there to be a pattern of certain, specific mistakes that are frequently found whilst reading anything on the internet. The purpose of this deviation isn't to say that self inserts are bad. I'm simply going to point out the most common mistakes that we usually encounter.
1. Making ourselves better than we really are.
Don't be fooled by the word "better." This can be replaced with mysterious, deep, dark, tragic, romantic, lovable... anything we want. Maybe a mix of a few of those things. The point is, the version of ourselves will be biased.
2. Not making anything bad happen to yourself
Let's talk about the word "bad." Does this mean something, perhaps, like... getting a disease? No. It means anything that interferes with
BitterweedBitterweed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the crows have taken their pound of flesh and eaten it raw,
dragging their voices down the chalkboard sky.
medicated, i watch them feed with empty Auschwitz eyes,
every day is the same claustrophobic affair over again.
i miss the taste of axenic fear in my throat,
but my new world is monochrome and i am forced to swallow their synthetic ambrosia.
twisted into my fetal pose, i mark the walls misted from my metric breath,
they say those in glass houses.. but i have no stones to throw
or i would waste this crystal mausoleum from the inside.
they nailed my wings to the floor,
they keep me tranquilized and tell me this is home.
the shower drains are clotted with famous last words,
this is where savages and wandering savants come to die.
i am the leaden albatross around my own neck,
my metamorphosis brought me here.
Build Your Own New World Order Conspiracy Theory!1. Who are the villains in your theory? Choose one or more of the following.Build Your Own New World Order Conspiracy Theory!8 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
-Skull and Bones
-Council on Foreign Relations
-Jews(If you don't wanna sound anti-semetic,just use the term "International Bankers" instead)
-Bohemian Club and/or Bohemian Grove
2. What's their progress so far?
-Already control the world
-Trying to take over the world and they must be stopped!
3. How are they gonna take over the world or reveal that they own the world? Choose one of the following.
4. What other evil things are they gonna do/already doing? Choose one or more of the following.
-Bring the Antichrist to power
-Persecute Evangelical/Fundie Christians
-Bring about sexual immorality
-Fabricate/Create global warming(If you chose this,read up on question 4a.)
-Brainwash us(If you cho
cinderella died yesterday"burn your tiaras,cinderella died yesterday2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bury your fairy godmother.
it's time for you to grow up now, you're
no peter pan.
forget never never land.
stars are just burning balls of gas that are
slowly running out of time- they can't
hear your wishes.
cast aside your dr. seuss books like you will
later cast aside your bibles.
after all, a fairy tale is a fairytale is a fairytale.
life will teach you that.
grace, you were born into a role
only a very strong girl can play.
see, society will hate you for being
what they don't want to believe.
surrender your throne, your castle is under siege.
stop being fascinated with the sky,
you'll never go there.
keep your feet on the ground, and steady yourself
before you help another.
your brain is more logical than your heart,
therefore take your instructions from it.
promises can be broken as easily as can be made.
do not rely on something as weak as miracles and love-
and if you only have one piece of armor,
defend your back from the people you trust the most.
Serial KillerHandling knives with utmost care,Serial Killer3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The smell of death lingering in the air,
Blood splattered on everything I wear.
Motive or disease;
A quick kill just doesn't please.
The loud tortured screams,
Tears flowing in streams.
I cause quite a scare,
Limbs of my victims strewn here and there.
They scream that I'm going to Hell,
But oh, very well.
It's better than this society that fell.
I always get away,
In this game that I play,
I love to kill every night and day.
And I will not cry
Over the day I will die,
Because death and I aren't very shy.
I'll kill to my demise,
And I will say no goodbyes,
For it's in the ground where all my friends lie.
When you're addicted to TF2WHEN YOU'RE ADDICTED TO TEAM FORTRESS 2:When you're addicted to TF24 years ago in Humor More Like This
- You randomly say quotes of the characters;
- You don't walk, you run or walk crouching;
- You walk looking at your watch, thinking that you are invisible;
- You try to make people think you're someone else by wearing a paper mask with that person's face printed on it;
- That actually works;
- You've only been eating sandwiches since you bought the game;
- You don't write sandwich anymore, just sandvich;
- You want to work as one of the character's jobs;
- You ask an engineer if he can build you a sentry gun, a dispenser and a TELEPORTER;
- You don't want to go to the doctor because you're afraid he'll shoot syringes at you;
- You fall off tall windows with no fear because, if you get hurt, there's probably a medkit nearby;
- When you get hurt you don't say "ouch", you say "MEDIC!";
- If you're set on fire you don't stop, drop and roll, you go running to the hospital screaming "MEDIC!";
- You hate people to th
Committed [Chapt. 4 of 4]Committed [Chapt. 4 of 4]1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Today was the day. Grand Highblood sat on the sandy ground on the beach. He stared out into the water of the ocean. The air was so calm today, although, Highblood did not seem to show any emotion. He felt... nothing in the moment he had now. He legs were criss-cross and the small troll was in his lap. he had decided on a name. He wanted to name his child... Gamzee. He had thought about it for a while, and he hoped Goatdad would approve. He held Gamzee, a hand around his small stomach, and the small troll was playing with a finger on his other hand. He kept waiting. Watching the ocean. Begging all knowing messiahs that Goatdad would actually find a reason to come back. He glanced down at the small Makara, and he actually felt a small piece of himself break on the inside. Gamzee had a hold on his finger and he had part of it in his mouth, suckling on it almost like a binky. His ears wilted ever so slightly and he felt a deep weight in his chest. he felt a longing that no one could ev
Angel without Demon"Angel Without the Demon"Angel without Demon3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There Would be no good
Life would be dull
We would have nothing to feed on
Life would be like a white peice of paper with nothing on it
There would be no morals
The Earth would be total chaos
It would be like living without light or dark
This poem would mean nothing.
There would be no good
Warford Vs. the T-80Warford Vs. the T-803 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
James Warford's T-80 Follies
This article was originally titled "T-80: The Soviet Solution, The Tank's Missile System is Aimed at NATO's ATGM Vehicles, Not Tanks", and was written by everybody's favorite compulsive liar, James M. Warford. It was first published in the January-February 1987 issue of Armor Magazine. You may remember the name from before --- he's the guy who has an unhealthy fixation of the failed T-64, and he coined the bogus term "Premium Tank" (that no other writers have taken seriously, as demonstrated by the fact that only Warford uses the term). You may also remember him as the guy who uses dozens of "Phantom
Sources" (a Suppressed Evidence Fallacy, along the lines of Senator Joseph McCarthy claiming to have a list of X number of Communists in the State Department --- which was later discovered to be a LIE).
This time he's out trying to convince the armor community that the T-80 and it's gun-launched AT-8 Songster missile are some sort of Soviet conspiracy to
Be a ManPlease read the author's comments after reading this. This was meant to be an equal rights piece, not just women's.Be a Man3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I might not be hot.
I might not be skinny.
Hell, I might not even be the girl your father wants you to bring home.
But that's not my problem.
It's not my desire to be your slut, your whore.
I know I'm not the girl the team talks about in the locker room.
And don't you for a second think I wish I was.
I wear what I want, do what I want, go and say what I want because I'm me.
I'm me for myself, I'm me for God and I'm me for life.
Nothing you say or do will ever change that.
And if you're reading this and you're one of the boys that I find myself lucky enough to call a friend?
Don't hurt me.
Don't give me a reason to believe that you're all the same, that the good I see in you is fake and exists nowhere in your gender.
Don't treat me with less because I have more.
Attraction is one thing, but don't try to tear down my beauty because I don't suit what
There's nothing drier than a communion wafer.There's that postal service sound,There's nothing drier than a communion wafer.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
blunt dental tools on rotten nerve endings.
Continuing this communion wafer
correspondence. Has become as natural
as air travel.
Fluid as tar.
Changeable as underwear.
The lace kind that stains.
Aerosol burns are more warming.
I'd take the intimacy of punishment
(you've told me how well I take it...)
over the hollowness in his absence.
Worse than the dysphoria of watching
another rental car pull away,
the phantom scent of your overpriced soap,
the days I convince myself I could detox you
from my very fucking plasma.
Repentant? relapsed? Never recovered.
This is a co-dependent correspondence.
Though I know that you can just.
Keeper"Don't go."Keeper2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The soft wavering voice halted Nicholas Finn just as he was about to palm open the access control of the warehouse door. Nick allowed himself a small, unhappy sigh before composing his features and turning around.
Dominating the room was a giant fish tank full of sea water. A ladder for getting in and out of the tank was mounted to one side. Nick's sister, Nina floated inside the tank; her large silver-grey eyes looking out at him imploringly from behind the glass.
'Don't go,' she said again sounding out the words carefully. Speech was difficult for her now that the transformation was complete and though she knew he understood Water Sign, she wanted to make things easier for him. She wanted him to smile again, to not look at her with pity. She wanted to not be a burden. She wanted above all to be free.
"Stay. Swim more with me, please."
"I can't stay," Nick told her, something more than reluctance in his voice. "I hav
Oceanic Love Does Not Mean ForeverI do not want you to tell meOceanic Love Does Not Mean Forever1 year ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
of crooked smiles and offshore
moonbeams woven with nightingale
words. You are living in
after memories. You have forgotten
I will live in a way that's unorthodox.
I only want for you
to be lonely and small,
but it's for your own good, you know.
Breathe it in, hold it in, hold yourself
between each of your heartbeats.
Change because some things are
like estranged runaways caught between
the tilt of the earth.
I was the ocean in you
and you didn't understand.
In the Jaws of Trust voreWarning: Micro, Macro, Anthro soft vore full tour vore no scat totaly cleanIn the Jaws of Trust vore2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Deeth slowly woke from unconsciousness. He feels something early chill all around him. When he opens his eyes, the first thing he notices is Mike laying somewhere across from him. All around the two is what looks like snow. But after looking up above him, the Magician spotted what looked like a giant... cherry?
Mike still asleep didn't even notice till Deeth started shacking by the shoulder
"wha,.." Mike mumbled
"Mike, get up!" Deeth exclaimed, pushing the white substance of his body.
"ok I'm UP!" Mike yelled in an annoyed ton
"Mike, do you remember us taking a nap in a giant bowl of Ice Cream recently?" Deeth asked. "what no why,...." Mike looks around then goes wide eyed seeing the world had turned giant Mike looked over at Deeth then crossed his arms
"Deeth were you messing around with the spell book again," Mike said with a crossed look "Spell book? What Spell book?!" Deeth said in a confused ton.
Wingmares -5-Wingmares -5-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Cloudsdale was not a city of many secrets. There are things to be said for cities on hills which apply even more to cities in the sky, and chances were that if you were a pony living somewhere in Equestria, you could look up on a clear day and spot the pegasus settlement swaying in the atmosphere.
But looking at Cloudsdale was not the same bag of oats as being in Cloudsdale, and for those who ate and played and slept and lived within its borders, theirs was a sight not even the Princesses, dwelling within their twilit spires of ivory and stained glass galleries, could lay claim to.
Cloudsdale enjoyed two sunrises a day. This was not a secret, but a fact, and facts are rather boring. This was only the natural consequence of overlooking two horizons: the one far in the distance that welded earth and sky together in a blue line wider than vision, and the one running along the edges of the city's hoofprint.
The city's secret, rather, lay with that second sunrise like th