Hell On EarthSoon I will sow seeds of HateHell On Earth7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That will lead you to Hell's gate
Once I have unleashed my reign of terror
Your world will be changed forever
And when the time has come for the eve of destruction
Humankind will face it's inevitable damnation
The skies shall burn with fire
The seas shall turn to blood
And the earth will be split asunder
While mortals drown in black flood
The righteous shall fall before the wicked
Unholy demons walk the land satanic and naked
I am the Lord of All Evil who shall soon be revived
Now arise my minions and let no one survive
The Attention Seeker - TGThere once was a man by the name of Howard North who lived for attention. Now that may sound a bit excessive but Howard would do anything if it meant getting a little attention from all of his mates. It had started all the way back in elementary school and has followed him till now; a post-graduate student. Despite being an attention seeker Howard was a really good friend that anyone could depend on, especially when most of his friends started getting married and having kids.The Attention Seeker - TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With most of the friends starting families Howard found himself getting less and less attention then he would have liked. He understood that the guys needed to keep their attentions more focused on their families but to him it felt like they were slipping further away from him. This wasn’t really the case but to someone like Howard it was nothing but the truth.
So now we find Howard walking down the sidewalk in the local park trying to figure out what his next big attention seeking plan would be. It was a bi
HP51's TG QuizIt's only been almost five years and finally someone sends me a questionnaire that's related to all the stories I've written. I guess I better not keep anyone waiting and get this over with.HP51's TG Quiz2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Question 1: If you were a girl... would your handwriting be nice?”
“Would my handwriting be nice? What...? My handwriting is already terrible so I doubt much would change but for the sake of the question I will answer yes.” I absentmindedly doodled a couple words on one of the many sticky notes scattered over my desk not noticing the much nicer handwriting.
Question 2: If you were a girl... would you like pink?
“Eh, I guess. It definitely wouldn't be my favorite color.” A few items scattered across my desk turn into different shades of pink.
Question 3: If you were a girl... would your hair be straight or curly?
“My hair is already a mix between the two, at least depending on different days. So I’ll say it’s a mix between them.” My already semi-
One EntwinedOne Entwined3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
When red is blue, And black is white
When night is day, And blind is sight
Topsy-Turvy feeds our appetites
When my mind's heavy, Mine is light
Its who we are, Not what we are
We live as one, Yet still apart
People gawk, They scream "Schizo"
They've got it wrong, We are "Schizo[s]"
And though I'm softer,
A ballet walker,
They haven't ceased their hurtful jeers
A corporate staple
They've stayed as cruel all through these years
And so it is, We've stayed the same
With the exception, Of our names
We are both separate
Yet the same
If You Know Where to LookIf You Know Where to Look5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ripped my thoughts down
Since you were never around
And I swept those memories off the shelf
Because you'd only watch me as I fell..
Still, I'll put them somewhere safe
But I always lose the ones I mean to save..
So is it safe to say,
I'm giving you away?
I didn't keep the key
It didn't mean as much to you
As it meant to me..
If you knew where to look..
But every word I always mistook
Here I thought you cared
You only disappeared
SHE LEFT ME SUICIDEISHSHE LEFT ME SUICIDEISH11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
twenty Red Georgian forteana
rebound the cohort with ambage in ambient Mendelism
solvable with Mota merithallus in dirty realism, and
slam, decorate unutterable Grecian briefly enrolled in missionizing
Marlborough chalk man, unfurnished Xeriscape batter interrogative, hurdy-gurdy
scapular ambage, sole carrier in alternation, not-for-profit, Dominical, preemptory strike
moneylending tittup partnership, amateur dramatics down and dirty AOR
misconstructive bilbo dare the FTP with viperous disses
technoscientific sagittary boor
paraglide compass shalloon, paraglide
uncover, pulsate, moosey cucumber, first-born macled pomegranate
tg - changed pregnantDerek and his girlfriend Nathalia lived for 5 years together in a small appartment. There biggest dream was become parents but it never worked. One day Derek walked threw the streets and stopped at a soothsayer shop and asked himself: Should I ask the soothsayer if me and Nathalia will ever been coming parents?" So he walked threw the door and asked the soothsayer and she said that they two never will having a child.tg - changed pregnant5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Derek Derek was very disappointed and said aloud that he would do everything to ensure he and Nathalia have a child. The soothsayer asked Derek: Really Everything? Then I have maybe a idea for you!" Really!?! What I schould do?" answered Derek. She got out of the back a small bottle and said that Derek should drink it and something great will happend. Derek took the bottle and walked home.
Once home, he told Nathalia everything and this could maybe the solution. So he drank the whole bottle. And now what's different?" asked Nathalia and Derek answer
What If? EWL Tale: Mother's DayEmmi’s roommate and best friend Henry was getting back from shopping for something with his little fling Sarah. They came walking through the apartment door with laughs and giggles, Sarah creeping ahead towards the bedroom while Henry stopped to talk to his roommate.What If? EWL Tale: Mother's Day3 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
“You know it’s Mother’s Day, right? Why aren’t you hanging out with your mom?” she asked sternly. Emmi was still getting used to these weird holidays that people celebrated and usually took them pretty seriously. Especially a day where you should be celebrating it with your own mother and showing just how much she means to you, instead him and his fling were about to go have fun in the bedroom.
“Oh Emmi, I already called her and wished her a ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ so nothing to worry about, she knows I’m busy, being in college and shit,” Henry replied.
“Hmph!” Emmi replied and watched him walk past her down the hallway, if he wasn’t goi
Student . Teacher His tender hands and his unsure voice,Student . Teacher11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
making sure everything is always alright.
Standing at the podium
holding the edge with force,
as if holding a woman.
Staring down at today's paper,
thinking of his wife, or
Sitting at his computer desk,
checking his e-mails,
from family, from friends,
from the school.
flushed while looking at
an embarrassing e-mail, or
a pornographic photo.
A quick glance at a student.
He notices her caressing
her curvy pink lips
with the test pencil eraser,
slightly poking it into her mouth
every now and then;
seducing him- gazing at him.
She couldn't stop watching him.
His fingers lightly tugging at his face,
his long, sleepy eyes falling into a fake sleep.
She yearned for those identities
to caress her body,
like his wife must feel...
to explore inside of her.
He travels the classroom,
pretending to check on the
eager learners, and she can't
take her eyes off his slacks.
He slips a note into her lap,
his fingertips lightly touching
the tops of h
Butterfly kisses.Softer than a featherButterfly kisses.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when they land on you
sure to warm you
Subtle may take you
as you close your eyes.
Their name may suggests
they come from above
They don't but are
sent with love.
A softer kiss
one that makes
your heart beat
does that give you
a clue.These kisses
know only a few.
When kissed this way
above or below
they will make
Soft and subtle
they might tickle
knowing love is true
I give to you.
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
A First Baby TGMy loving wife Holly told what she thought was good news, she wanted to have a baby girl. I smiled and rubbed her belly. I started to take off my clothes but she stopped me and told me to wait. I nodded and gave her a light kiss. She gave me this stern look. "Whats wrong, honey?" I asked worried. "You don't act as if your happy that I wanna have little feet pattering across the floor" she replied. I let out a small sigh and explained that I didn't know if I was really ready to be a father. She gave me a light peck on the cheek and told me it would be okay. "I have something that might change your mind..." she said as she handed me this bottle. I looked at it moving it around in my hands trying to figure out why she gave me a bottle. I suddenly had this urge to put the tip of it into my mouth and start sucking. She watched me as I did so, smiling as if she accomplished something big. I looked at her with a worried face not realizing my hands were shrinkiA First Baby TG6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Sensitivity's rootsSensitivity's roots3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sensitivity’s roots catch me by the neck
Crawling till it reaches my head
Drowning me in the sea of negativity
Making me breathless
As it binds me in chains as I swim free
As if forever I was bound
Never breathing like a living corpse
Trying to do life’s ways
The key to my living soul is out of reach
It appears as sudden as it disappears
It’s called the key of free will
Sometimes it’s in the hands of the self-indulging fool
Who keeps a barricaded wall-like cage
to protect himself
To keep me from reaching it…
From time to time I break free from this
Yet sometimes it catches me
Appearing out of nowhere
Like freedom is not free without hard labor…
Life without youI just don't know how to feel anymore,Life without you5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have mixed feelings,
While at the same time I don't feel anything anymore,
I just don't know what to say,
What to do,
Or what to think,
Is this normal?
Is this true?
Is this the way it has to be my entire life?
Just all this crap keeps going on and on,
If it is I don't think I'll be able to survive life,
It's too though on everyone,
No one can take this much pain in a life time,
People say pain helps us in life,
It it just makes it worse,
It makes us break down faster,
Not grow more,
Pain is not a mistake that we can learn from,
t's something that mostly comes from inside,
Or from someone else,
Pain is something that keeps coming back,
Some people love pain,
But they only love it because they have had so much pain they can't take it anymore,
So they start to enjoy the pain,
But for me I feel like I can't take any of this anymore,
This is too much pain for my heart,
Too much pain for my soul,
No one can take this,
HeroHe sits aloneHero11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in his room
of being more
he dreams of times
that have never existed
outside of a book
he closes his eyes
and he says
'I want to be a hero'
She sits alone
thinking about everything
she had someone
to save the day
someone that doesn't exist
inside her world
she closes her eyes
and she says
'I need a hero'
They sit alone
within sight of
wishing for something
that will never be
wanting what is just
out of reach
they close their eyes
and they say
'I want to be...'
Parallel Lives ~ Part 1"I don't understand how or why planning a wedding is so damn difficult. Like we have everything we need, yet it's still overly complicated!" Jonah yelled out in frustration. The young man was sitting at the kitchen table that was covered in all kinds of papers and wedding invitations.Parallel Lives ~ Part 11 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Oh Jonah, come over here and take a break.” a voice called from the living room. His loving fiancee Sarah was curled up on the couch, hugging her soft body pillow as she watched a movie that she found on Netflix. She felt great admiration for Jonah for putting such an effort into planning their wedding that was only a few months away, speaking of only a few months away.
Sarah gently rubbed the side of her big pregnant stomach as she felt the baby start to jostle around. She was about six months along with their first child and compared to some of the stories she’s heard/read her pregnancy so far had been pretty easy. In fact quite a few of her friends envied her for it. Of course it hel
It actually worked!! TG Caption shortIt actually worked!! TG Caption short1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I smile ecstatically taking another picture. I covered my mouth trying to block any other escaping laughter.
“I can’t believe this actually worked, I mean there is actually stuff like this out there?” I said clumsily walking over to my desk.
The shift in gravity was going to be something to get used to. I picked up the small bottle of pills. “This Keith is really out there somewhere and his product actually works!!”
I held the pills against my chest thinking of all the things I could now do. “I can finally be with her,” I said happily. “Oh I got to go get dressed!!”
I Bet You Wouldn't Last A Day - TGBlood curdling yells passed through my lips as I clutched Lucas’s hand, pushing as hard as I could. All I could hear was the doctor’s repeating “push” and Lucas saying “almost there.” Despite my trust in Lucas, I didn’t believe what he was saying. Something seemed to shift inside me and I knew that the children were about to come. “Here they come,” the doctor at the foot of my bed said, “hold in there Renae, you are almost there.”I Bet You Wouldn't Last A Day - TG1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hold it! Have I not told you how we got here yet? Oh, dear, my bad. Let me see, I believe it was three, no, four months ago that this all started when my girlfriend and I made a bet.
I woke up, rubbing my head slowly and running my fingers through my messed up bedhead. With a moan, I turned onto my side and looked at the alarm clock, finding that my rest had turned into a sleep. It was already seven o’clock and it was about time for dinner. That is when I heard my girlfriend, L
Listening For InspirationTaste the breath of timid wordsListening For Inspiration3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
arising from my speech.
Dripping through my lips,
unfurling sails of poetry.
Catching wind of empty waves,
the words fall one by one.
They stoop the gentle break of day
and melt through river's run.
Curl beneath the shaded trees
and hide in hollowed rocks.
They topple through the spider's weave
and splash through bursting drops.
Sit behind the sunset
and before the rising skies,
dipping palms in Bluejay's songs
while frosting tearful eyes.
Complimenting purple streaks
across the orange noon.
Their silhouetting shadows casting
freckles for the moon.
Passing secret whispers
through the cursive of my pen,
these sleeping inspirations wait
to see the sun again.
Lying here so coldSo cold.Lying here so cold9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is how you left me.
Left me here to die.
You said you loved me.
You said you'd be with me forever.
You never loved me.
Never even cared.
Even though I cared for you.
Loved you more than I loved myself.
But that wasn't enough.
Without you here.
I am nothing.
You finally got sick of lying.
Sick of my whining and crying.
You left then.
Taking my heart with you.
Taking my everything.
Now I'm lying here.
Here where you left me.
I fell in love.
But you did not.
Because of that I'll be no more.
You took my heart.
Shook my core.
No I'm lying here.
Because you left me.
I'm lying here so cold.
DissonantHe grew tiredDissonant3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of vowels and consonants,
choosing instead to create
dissonance in harsh melodies
a cruel composer.
The GunslingerThe Gunslinger5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You mean you ain't never heard of the Gunslinger?"
The bar was almost dead at this time of night, and the question seemed to echo around the room - emphasising the sudden silence, rather than masking it.
"No, boy, I ain't."
Only a handful of stragglers remained, the dregs of the evening clearing the dregs of their whiskeys. The lights shone dimly, and everything moved lethargically in the warm Texas night.
"Well I'll be. I thought everyone 'round here knew the story of the 'slinger'," said one of the stragglers a tall, skinny man wearing a pale cowboy hat. A battered guitar rested on his knee.
"I'm new in town."
They sat at the bar - the musician and the newcomer. The guitarist resumed a lazy melody across the treble strings.
"Oh really?" he drawled, fingers sliding slowly over the fretboard. "And how are y'all finding our little patch of dirt?"
"Whiskey's expensive. Women all look like men," the newcomer replied. "Music's terrible," he added, eying up the musician suspiciously
CursedCursed2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Timo was quite the average fifteen year old boy.
He only had one problem: He was cursed.
At the age of eight, he had been playing at the beach and accidentally thrown sand at an old gypsy, who happened to have had a bad day.
Angry with the little boy, she had thrown a strange powder at him, which had made him sneeze. For the rest of the day he had felt a little weak, but after that everything had been alright again.
That was until his thirteenth birthday.
The night after it, Timo had had a strange dream, telling him about his curse: Whenever he got aroused, he would transform into the dream girl of whomever touched him next.
Lucky for him the changes were quite slow, depending on how long he was touched by someone. But it basically ruined his social life, since hed never know, when he would see a hot girl, which might trigger the curse.
Until now Timo had been able to keep his secret, since the transformation would reverse after fifteen minutes. At least if he wanted to, w