The Empty ChildThe Empty ChildThe Empty Child3 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?
Dreams of the Gryphon KingThe World spoke of Wind, and of Fire, and the old dragon listened. The trees around him stirred and moaned out their pain, and the grass, hushing at the harsh sound of their cries, lay helpless among the wildflowers and signs of ruined civilization that lay strewn around the field.Dreams of the Gryphon King5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The world was dying, and he could do nothing. Nothing but wait.
Old bones creaked deep within, muscles that wound about them hard with age, but also weak with it as well. His milky hide rose up, and up, and up into the sun, until it towered over the trees, the field, and the lake beyond. And while the creature was great in width and height, he cast no shadow, for he was no longer a creature of this world. He hadn't been for a very long time.
He passed along the dusty trail that led through the woods, dark with crumbled pavement and the twisted metal signs of old days and old ways. He traced the path of long dried riverbeds, and as he passed, a soft breeze stirred the ground in his wake. It smelled of sulfur,
The Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self InsertsThe Problem with Self Inserts3 years 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
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-13 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.2 years 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,
I am dog!I leap up onto the couch, watching the dust jump and dance in the sunlight leaking through the blinds. I circle three times on my favorite cushion (nah, four times, just to be safe) before curling up in a little ball, haunches nearly grazing my muzzle. My eyelids are heavy as I sigh deeply, completely bathed in warmth and comfort and...sl...ee...p…I am dog!5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Intruder! Intruder! Oh my goodness, my shining moment has arrived! Loud barks erupt from my throat as I stand suddenly, the fur on my back rising tall along my spine. I growl and snap my jaw ferociously, snarling loudly. I am...intimidation! I am pure predator! I am dog!
I scratch and claw at the blinds with a fervor unprecedented. Show yourself, intruder! I hear a loud crash and everything goes dark. I back up and fall off of the couch in a panic, whimpering and trembling. The blinds slide off of my back, mangled and defeated. Master’s not gonna be hap
PilotI woke in a nest of wires, my arms pulled off to either side, my head back and my eyes fixed at the ceiling. There was a man standing above me, straddling my form, perched precariously at the mouth of the recess I was tucked away in, one hand gripping the frame, the other feeling around the back of my neck. He moved by touch alone, certain in his movements, and his fingers closed over the knot of the wires that resided at the base of my skull and pulled, steadily, drawing it out of the socket and I inhaled sharply at the sensation. Like something had been taken from me, or that I'd lost sight of something important. A piece of me gone. It was a keen sense of loss and my eyes went wet with moisture even as he dropped his hand lower along my neck, almost to the shoulders, and pulled out another plug. The wires by my eyes were thinner, and when he pulled these out my vision went black for a moment and when it returned I felt the world was less clear, like a gray haze had been pulledPilot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When you're addicted to TF2WHEN YOU'RE ADDICTED TO TEAM FORTRESS 2:When you're addicted to TF26 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
Eevee TF Series Part 3-IEevee TF SeriesEevee TF Series Part 3-I5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ron awoke with a start, heart beating and eyes tired. Apparently he had been crying in his sleep, based on the small dark circles that stained his ruffled white pillowcase. He usually never got so emotional. It was a characteristic that Julia respected about him- his ability to stand strong through hard or sad times. Well, he admitted, that experience was just a bit overwhelming. He had seen the love of his life being turned into a small fox, even though he kept reminding himself that such an event was physically impossible and absurd. Nothing like that could ever really happen, but the dream felt so lifelike. The street corner, the alleyway, his house- all of them were real locations. He remembered the warm oak smell coming from the fireplace, and the cold, rugged brick floor where he sat, holding what was left of Julia. His hand still quavered from the sensation of running his hand through her rusty-orange fur.
Eric or Arykh- Contest EntryCenturies ago, a mage lived in the midst of the high order of dragons. He healed minor wounds and did other various magic deeds to benefit the mighty race he lived with. One day a young dragon was brought to him accused of killing one of the humans in a village near where the dragon lived .Eric or Arykh- Contest Entry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The dragon was standing in defiance with two large Elders standing guard beside him. His scales were as black as night and his scutes and wing membranes were a dark-yellow, close to that of gold. Over his right eye was a scar made by a fight with another dragon. His pointed ears were tilted toward the back of his head; the bottoms of which covered by a field of wild black hair. His talons were scratched showing a long history of fighting. Two very slight ridges on each of his arms shown were thin blades were sheathed inside his arms. On his long tail was a tailblade that resembled a cross between an axe and a halberdier's blade.
"How dare you insult me so? I will not be judged by a m
The Fall of Ariamis …Priscilla.The Fall of Ariamis3 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,
In the Jaws of Trust voreWarning: Micro, Macro, Anthro soft vore full tour vore no scat totaly cleanIn the Jaws of Trust vore4 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.
BitterweedBitterweed3 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.
Maps Not Meant For FollowingI bet you missed me when I went away. "You’ll come back," you thought. When I didn’t you bit your lip, but you were sure I would make it with time. After the second day, and the day after that, the doubts started to creep in. You caught yourself sucking in a painful breath whenever you saw something of mine lying around. Bits of my life left with you would slither into your sight when you least expected it the same way the memories would swamp you if given the slightest chance.Maps Not Meant For Following2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When days turned into a week, you entered into a hush drunk state: eyes bleary and sore from holding back any semblance of emotion. You were quiet, but not calm. Your hands became tumultuous storms when you'd glance over at our picture, fingers becoming tidal waves as you would toss it onto the bed. You were tired, but not nearly tired enough to forget.
On its own, you would find your body shaking at the brush of your own fingers across your skin, a reminder of where I touched you last. And the
Marilyn - Striped SocksMarilyn - Striped Socks5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the story of Marilyn Shine
A mischievous girl who's no more than nine
There's something special about this little brute
You can find it sitting inside of her boots
Donned on the feet of this lovely sprite
A couple of socks striped black and white
Mary loved her socks
They made her life feel right
They helped her from feeling nervous and uptight
Without them, Mary thought,
She'd float into space,
Drifting through the cosmos without leaving a trace
Mary wore her socks from dusk 'til dawn
With all of her troubles going and gone
Zombie Story Chapter 1Chapter 1Zombie Story Chapter 18 years ago in Horror More Like This
Depression sets in right away. It usually is like that with disasters, especially those on such a grand scale as this one. This one, though, isnt like anything anyones ever seen before. No, this one is much larger. This one this is the one that will determine the fate of what this tiny, once blue and peaceful planet will be. Green pastures have long given way to brown decay that envelopes this world. Death looms everywhere. Its not just the things that are dead that are bothersome. Its the ones that are dead, but continue on. Its the ones that are banging profusely against the tatters of the house in which a certain group of people have holed themselves in.
Aryk sat on a wooden crate, listening to the consistent pounding of bodies being slammed against the doors and windows of the heavily fortified house he had been living in for the last couple of weeks now. He had stumbled upon it after narrowly escaping his last place of refuge. There wer
RP with Grammer1994(Warning, Vore)RP with Grammer19943 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Deep inside a forest, inside a clearing, a large dragon laid still, sleeping. It was female, and her scales were a dark blue, as she laid there, snoring. A leg kicked, and sent some grass flying. Clearly, she did not care for making her presence much unknown. Nearby a teenage boy was approaching. He wore a light blue shirt and black jeans, along with a head full of dark blond hair.
The dragon continued to sleep, oblivious to anything around her. She snored quite loudly, making a lot of noise.
The boy heard something. And headed in the direction of the noise.
The dragon continued to sleep. She was enormous, definitely more so for a human. A bird landed on her tail, and she reflexively flicked, causing it to take to the skies again.
The boy continued to head to the noise, when he saw a bird fly over him and into the trees.
The dragon still slumbered, laying there on the grass.
The boy walked up to what he thought to be a glade. Then he saw a big mound of dark blue in the
Oceanic Love Does Not Mean ForeverI do not want you to tell meOceanic Love Does Not Mean Forever3 years 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.
Stygian MercyWarning in advance; this contains dragon vore, and lots of it.Stygian Mercy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A chill like the kind that came with the slow transition from life to death seemed omnipresent here; a cold, dark world known as Bavanoth.
However, actually experiencing the slow transition from life to death proved that the real thing was much, much colder than Bavanoth could ever be.
A humanoid wolf in a beige uniform lay motionless on the hard, slick, black ground, staring up at the pale, luminescent clouds that provided a blanket to the world.
He had been told that sometimes, the sun could be seen on this world, when the clouds would sometimes part and let their dim, ambient light be replaced by something overwhelming and beautiful.
But he would never see it, now. All he could do now was remain here, broken, internally bleeding, and waiting for the caress of death to finally reach out and touch him.
Hundreds of others met the same fate as well, but everyone around him was already dead and covered in beads of water.
Pretty SwallowPretty swallow, will you fly?Pretty Swallow4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Spread your wings to reach the sky
Will you soar above this smog?
The lights will lead you from the fog
Pretty swallow, will you sing?
Happiness your melodies bring
Will you entrance with a tune?
When the sun hits high noon
Pretty swallow, will you fight?
As the stars lose their light
Will you leave your city fair?
When the kites fly nowhere
Pretty swallow, will you fall?
You're the hope of us all
Will you keep our dreams on clouds?
If we can't speak them aloud
Pretty swallow, will you fly?
Spread your wings and say goodbye.
WaterproofA thousand poems in the rainWaterproof5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it seems plausible
that the words should rise where the water falls.
Did you make them waterproof?
A thousand poets in the rain
have lost their belief in impossibilities,
that their voice could be heard over myriads of raindrops.
They stare at the sky and hope to turn waterproof.
A thousand raindrops fall from the sky
and smile at the words they are passing,
at the voices that sing with their sound.
Who said that they need to be waterproof?