Diary of a Madman Bk II May 29Diary of a Madman Bk II May 293 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A television left on in a small quiet community in the tiny town of Marin slowly hums.
"William Reiner, have you heard from Mr. Casil?"
"Do you think he may be dead in a gutter somewhere?"
"He was a fighter. I... know he's alive."
"Do you think he's got another book in him?"
"If he did I would be the first to know. I am his publisher."
"Marin police have noticed the rash of graffiti in the local south side. Walls were sprayed in red paint. But what got police involved were the words that dripped. Margaret is on location."
"This is Margaret Hinojosa reporting live in the local south side where vandals sprayed vicious words. As you can see here on the wall. The words "green" and "hunger" are written here under the old Greene Bridge. Many locals think Todd Casil himself wrote these words. The same Todd Casil that murdered women with green eyes over 20 years ago in The Town of Liberation, approximately forty miles from this location. Captain Jim Garcia had thi
The Lions PrideI am the face of your fifty 'Rand',The Lions Pride2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was a great King,
Ruler of the land.
The entire wildlife under my wing,
What Ever I Command,
They fulfill my bidding.
From what I was to what I have become,
Years of my life,
Gone like the evening sun,
Taken down without a fair fight.
All Alone moments before my death,
I Lay here on the floor,
Taking my last breath
For I see, that I was A proud beast,
To become a feast for greed.
A trophy on your wall,
Or a carpet on your floor.
My body is now your decoration
My pain, my agony for your sense gratification
My body gone, but my pride remains the same,
My entity exists, materially forgotten, Maybe,
but I will move on to the next phase.
protect meprotect me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I hate this war. But what should I do?
I'm not stupid. If I stop fighting back, they will make me pay back everything, what I did. They will kill me.
Actually I don't even know if I'll make it tonight, the next days...
Perhaps I'll die. I'm not a real country anymore.
He did say it by himself...
If Germany isn't able to win these battles, he is not the right German country. If this Germany is too weak, he doesn't derserve to live.
Actually it's not unusual...I was never really Germanic after all...I was allways a mud and there's nothing in the world that would be able to change that.
Perhaps there will a new Germany after me, it's not the first time that a nation dies in this area nor will I be the last one.
I'm so fucking scared.
I don't want to die.
Italy is crying while he's treating my wounds, Japan is fighting with America, I haven't seen him in months.
The big burning right above my left ear makes a dull pain pound in my head. I don't dare to look at my leg while Italy is wr
PirateEnglandXReader- Captain Arthur Kirkland 7PirateEnglandXReader- Captain Arthur Kirkland 72 months ago in Romance More Like This
(Name) opened her eyes to see someone's face. She squinted, the face focused.
"You're awake" Arthur gave a sigh trying not tho show the relief on his face. (Name) blinked, sitting up. The sky was light blue with fluffy white clouds and the water was calm. Not how she remembered it.
"The sea had quietened down" Arthur stated the obvious.
"Well nooo" (Name) said sarcastically. "How... long..."
"It's...around 6 am right now so about 8 hours" he paused "Where are we going?"
(Name) shrugged "Out of the sea" she grumbled "And onto land"
(Name) tried to ignore the person sitting next to her, his hands behind his head, leaning on the side of the boat. He examined her for a moment before turning to look out at the sea.
“So” he said finally “what made you...help little old me love?
GoodbyeThere in the shelter,Goodbye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
down the very last row.
An old dog sits,
He's waiting to go.
His ears are drooping,
his tail won't sway.
He's been like this.
Since she walked away.
He doesn't want life.
He doesn't care.
He has no reason,
Without her there.
They come for him.
He holds his head high.
For the first and last time,
There's a spark in his eye.
He's led past the pens.
Not one sound is made,
As he exits the hall.
A quiet room.
One needle marks his death.
He shudders and cries,
He takes a last breath.
And then it erupts.
Howls for the fallen.
He goes with a smile,
He heard them calling.
Chaos in the kennels.
A mad uproar.
Joined by a shadow,
Not there before.
The form of a dog,
But fading fast.
He's just saying goodbye,
He's not going to last.
He hesitates once.
Hoping she'll hear.
Maybe this call
Will reach her ears.
He has to go now.
A cruel death sentence,
Made a wonderous fate.
Mako and Bolin DrabbleMako and Bolin staggered into their apartment, sore and tired from the crazy events of the night; Bolin painfully plopped onto the couch. "Well, that was an uh an interesting night." Bolin said in jest as he rubbed his neck. There was a silence as Mako stared seriously at him; he knew that look and it was obvious just how angry he was, and he knew exactly what was coming.Mako and Bolin Drabble2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Um Mako, I-"
"I can't believe you put yourself in danger like that! Do you have any idea how worried I was?!"
"I...I know." Bolin said, shamefully looking at the ground.
He knew Mako meant well and he was only being his older brother, but he hated when Mako got like this. He rarely ever got to tell his side of the story and normally just had to sit there and listen to him lecture and rant at him for what could be hours at a time.
"I thought you knew better than to get involved with the Triple Threats, you know what they're capable of and what they've done to us in the pas
Take ItThe light was blinding.Take It2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mako squinted as he was shoved into the room. I hate chi-blockers. The skin on his wrists was rubbed raw from the metal cuffs. They cut into him and blocked his bending. He didn't even want to know how they'd managed that.
"Well, I recognize you." The voice was low and smooth. Amon stood high on a platform with his arms over his chest. "You're a friend of that worthless Avatar's."
"Korra's not worthless," he raised an eyebrow and paced around on the floor. He wondered why the chi-blockers were leaving him alone. "She may be a hothead, but she's not worthless."
Amon shrugged. "Would you mind telling me where she might be?"
"How should I know?"
"Mako!" a voice shouted. He froze.
"Bolin?" he whispered. "Bo?"
"Mako, help me!" Bolin wailed. He was strapped against a wall behind Amon, hands next to his head. He struggled to free himself, but to no avail.
"I'm coming, Bolin!" Mako strained against his shackles and fell to his knees. "Just hang on!" He
In the Eyes of a Pit BullI am telling you my story behind the bars of a jail. The evil stares I get for listening to my owner I thought cared about me. I ended up with only tragedy accumulating in my thoughts. I don't understand the human language, but one thing I do understand is my dog instincts. I remember I was put in the arena. It smelt of past bloody battles. I remember the brutal training my owner ceased upon me yet I do not understand nor like this gory sport. I had an opponent twice my size. The jaws of the beast before my eyes were enormous as they clamped down on my wrinkly skin. The pain was excruciating. It shot not only up my leg, but through my body. I let out a blood-curling cry. Not a cry of pain, but a cry for forgiveness for whatever I did to my owner to make him put me through this torture. Behind me I could hear the cheering, the shouting. I could hear my owner's distinct shouting behind me. A flood of memories drown me. I remembered that shouting of when I went through the horrific trainiIn the Eyes of a Pit Bull5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Two Years LaterThe rain fell from the sky in sheets, and the small boy huddled in his coat as he sped down the road as fast as he could. The back of his tattered coat was pulled up over his head, and his red scarf fluttered in the gales that whistled around him. His black hair, sopping wet, fell into his eyes. They were amber, and wide with fear. He clutched the parcel to his chest as if he'd lose it if he let even an inch come between them. It wasn't as efficient for running, but he'd keep it safe and dry.Two Years Later2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He'd already had too many close calls with the Triple Threat Triad to risk losing it; they knew who he was. He was the ten-year-old urchin who was constantly pickpocketing them. Tonight, they'd nearly seen him as he crouched under the overhang in front of their headquarters, nearly noticed when a few things were missing from a table. A glove, two dumplings, a knife. It was all he'd been able to manage.
He wished he were bigger, he wished his parents hadn't died, he wished he wished He
I Am LoveI'm a warm ball of fuzz for you to take home.I Am Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm a hundred pounds of future growth.
I'm big brown eyes that make you smile.
I'm a little puddle on the kitchen tile.
I'm a wiggly butt when you come in the room.
I'm your favorite pillow's emminent doom.
I'm your personal guardian watching you sleep.
I'm a stain on your coat, two muddy feet.
I'm a belly rub of absolute bliss.
I'm a stinky wet 'Good morning' kiss.
I'm every hug you'll ever need.
I'm not exactly...pedigree.
I'm a pair of perked ears waiting for you.
I'm a handful of unwanted drool.
I'm a lifetime friend who hopes they're enough.
I'm shaped like a dog but really I'm love.
I've Got A NameI've Got A Name3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You call me a pit bull,
but I've got a name.
It may not be my first name,
it may not be my last, either,
but I do have a name.
I am not some nameless creature
for you to tag a beast -
I've got a name.
It may be Seth today,
and Vegas tomorrow,
I have a name.
I am not just "dog"
I am not just "pitty",
I've got a name.
and have feelings too.
If I am just "dog"
then what are you?
Can I call you "false hope"?
Can I call you "prison"?
Can I call you "not understanding"?
I am not just "a bully"
I am not just "a pit",
I've got a name.
Stop Dog FightingHearts ColdStop Dog Fighting3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Dogs Bold
Sit in a Crate
Not to Worry
People come in a Hurry
Witness the Fight
Howls break thru the Night
The Champion Wins
Despite all his Sins
Man is Cursed
Bare thru it All
Or the Dog will Fall
Hope will Send
Will it End?
This Is The OneIt's no surprise the ones like me stay locked up the longest. I have the potential to pull someone to the ground with little effort. I also, more knowingly, have the potential to inflict wounds. But, with or without the potential, does it matter if it's not what I ever intended to do? The sad reality for me, and those like me is, while we have the potential to hurt, we don't have the potential to prove we can love. No, we don't have that at all that was taken away from us many years ago.This Is The One3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Those like me sit in a cage. Why? I'm not sure exactly. Perhaps it was my strong pull on the leash, or maybe it was the fact that I squished the last human who owned me while I sat on her lap and nudged my head under her chin demanding some affection. Am I too demanding? Is that my problem? It takes a stranger to release us from this prison we've been sucked into. A stranger who doesn't see the outside of us, a stranger who will take the time to look us in the eyes and see that all we want is fr
I`ll Be With YouI`ll Be With You2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have fallen,
I`ve laid broken,
I know what it`s like,
To feel you`ve lost the fight.
But though these things happen,
I want you to know,
That I will try to show you,
How much you mean to me.
Friendship is one of the most important things in the world,
I never want to lose our friendship,
I will not abandon you,
I will not leave.
Though I have stumbled, fallen, shattered,
I will try to carry you through,
Show you I care,
I`ll be with you through it all.
You will not be broken forever,
You can make it through this,
Fake friends come and go,
True friendship lasts a lifetime.
~for a friend
Pitbull Reality CheckPitbull Reality Check1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I don't know what Number One is But this is still a very good List.
Link to the site I Found This List From
2.Although there are no accurate or even near accurate census records
for dogs in the U.S., in some populations pit bulls are estimated to
comprise some 30-40% of the dog population, making it a very popular
breed. Considering that there were an estimated 53,000,000 dogs in the
U.S., and assuming that pit bulls make up 10% of that population, there
would be approximately 5.3 million pit bulls in our society. In 2000, 13 pit
bulls were involved in 8 fatal attacks. That is roughly ONE dog out of
204,000 - or .000385 percent of the pit bull population.
3.) Over the 37-year period from 1965-2001, pit bulls have been blamed
for an average of 2.48 human fatalities per year.
4.) About 40 people (children) per year die by drowning in 5-gallon water
pails. A person, during their lifetime, is 16 times more likely to drown in a
5-gallon water pail tha
The monster I've become.The monster I've become.The monster I've become.5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A great wave of sorrow crashes over me,
Like a tidal wave in the mysterious dark sea.
Tears start to flow from my olive green eyes,
Then I'm surrounded by my harsh lonely cries.
The urge to cut begins to increase,
Cos' that's the only way I can release.
What I'm feeling deep down inside,
The feelings I persistently try to hide
I try not to listen to the voices in my head,
Telling me that I'd be better off dead.
But then I just can't take it anymore,
I sprint to the bathroom and slam the door.
I frantically seize the blood stained knife,
As I wonder if this is the day I would end my life.
With trembling hands, I raise it up to my arm,
Telling myself to just stay calm..
I draw the blade across with speed,
Waiting for my skin to scar and bleed.
Dark crimson beads start to form in a row,
Then drip to the bathroom matt below.
After repeating that step over and over again,
I stop, cringing in agony and pain.
Blood oozes down my arm like a waterfall,
Looks like its be
Can you judge a dog by a Breed?Believe it or not, but dog groomers tend to be a pretty good judge of character when it comes to dogs. It makes sense, really. Why?Can you judge a dog by a Breed?3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
1. If you don't know dog language, you're far more likely to get bit.
-Miss a warning sign, you get bit. Pretty simple. More often than not, dogs show plenty of signs of agitation prior to biting and if you aren't picking up on those to avoid a bite, you're far more likely to get bit.
2. It makes you a better groomer.
-If you do understand dog language, you can understand the difference between aggression and fear. Fear is something that can be often worked through with lots of patience and time. Understanding dogs gives us the ability to better serve our canine clients with more love and respect.
This being said, I'm NOT saying I'm freaking awesome at reading dogs. I'm simply saying that I can more than likely read a dog better than Mr. Joe Smith down the street because I HAVE to. It's just part of my job an
Cry for MankindCry for Mankind2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Far across the snowy plains, I heard a lonesome cry
Of a ghostly white wolf, as she sings her lullaby
Cry for me, magnolia wolf, and for all of mankind
For the sorrows and destruction that man has left behind
Forever scarring mother earth and leaving her flesh bare
I searched inside her amber eyes, but no hope for us was there.
Please ivory wolf, your wisdom is what we need
Mankind kills your brothers, for greed and fashion they bleed
Cry for our souls, pale wolf, for if you look one is there
But you disbelieve as you watch us rip this world bare
Waxen wolf, I'd promise you we'd change, if only I could
Perhaps man would change if only they understood.
Cry for me, lonely wolf, have faith in me, in man
Take your eyes to my breast and my heart you may scan
Cry for us, Satin wolf, weep with your powerful voice
Tell mother that we're sorry, that we'd change if we had a choice
She looked to me with her amber gaze, and raised her head to the sky
And I heard the mournful sound of the lonely wo
BrainwashedBrainwashed2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Bolin, what's wrong with you today!?" I yell out as he gets knocked into zone 3. He's off today, too distracted again. I get knocked into zone 2 while my mind wanders and I'm soon joined by Korra. She shoots me a questioning look, but I just shake it off. While the other team continues to try to knock us back, I notice they're trying to aim past me more than at me. I also notice that Bolin hasn't been throwing anything either.
"Bo?" I call out to him. We lock eyes and I can see all the self-control he tried to hold onto, fade away. Eyes full of fear turn into eyes full of malice and he launches a disk at me, one I barely dodge. I stare incredulously at him as he continues to attack me with a barrage of clay disks.
"What's this? It seems Bolin is going against his own team! What is the Fire Ferret doing and how will his teammates stop him?" the announcer booms in his microphone.
"Bolin!" Korra calls out, still trying to hold her own against the opposing team. When he hears her voice, h
First BattlesFirst Battles3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He slowly walked towards me, raising his hand and seeming to follow my blade. I shook my head and advanced, swinging my blade at his side. My eyes widened as he caught it.
How... How did he manage to do that?
"You really think such a simple attack is going to harm me?" Ghirahim chuckled. "It's a pity with a body like that, you couldn't have a mind to match."
A body like that?
Unwillingly my face got hot with a rosy tinge. I turned my head away, hoping that he wouldn't noticed. Realizing my efforts were in vain as he laughed.
"My my..." he said under his breath.
Turning even pinker I attempted to steady myself. Suddenly my blade started to glow and blue woman appeared.
"Master, I've been analyzing Ghirahim's movements. His hand seems to follow your blade. Use this to your advantage."
She disappeared as abruptly as she appeared.
Use this to your advantage? Ah.
Turning, my eyes dark