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Campfire chapter oneCampfire chapter one10 months ago in Settings More Like This
Chapter One
Rachel sighed as she brushed her dark brown hair. The last day of torment before her high school had its summer camp. She hoped they wouldn't dump any food on her today
The girls at school were some of the nastiest people she knew. They would tease her and beat her up, and then get away with it. And her foster parents didn't help at all. They didn't care.
She touched up her eyeliner, framing her blue eyes with care, and then threw her things into her backpack. Grabbing an extra pencil or two and shoving them into her bag, she hopped down her stairs.
As she walked out her creaky front door and into the blistering ho
From the Beginning Chapter 1From the Beginning 4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ursu and Kroga, mothers of the universe, were the first beings. They were here before there was a here, before there was anything. They were the beings that were charged with the task of creating the universe. Exactly the same, but inverse, the most beautiful ethereal creatures that would ever be, nothing in the universe would ever know the true extent of their power. Ursu was the being of light; her white dress would eventually become the stars and the concentrated darkness of her eyes would become black holes. Kroga was the being of darkness;
EDNOSShe's here again. I can't see her, I can't feel her, but I can hear her. She tells me to look at the other girls around me, to notice their tiny waists and their thighs that don't touch one another. I glance at one girl, and take a long hard stare at my legs. Hideous. Vulgar. Who would want to look at this? Who could possibly love this? She comes when I'm most vulnerable; when she knows that it wont be an easy task for me to clamber out of the hole she has dug for me. She laughs at me as I slowly torture myself, thinking that skinniness is the solution to my unstable state of mind. People watch as the transformation takes its toll. Loved oneEDNOS2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
beast necklace part 1Running with the beastsbeast necklace part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: The letter
One morning a girl called Jessica was reading a book called "The necklace of beasts"; she loved that book a lot. One day she woke up and went downstairs for breakfast, at the table Jessica's mum said "there's mail in the binning room for you, it seems important".
So Jessica went to the dinning room, quite annoyed and saw a package and a letter with her grandma's signature so she went over and opened the package and inside was a necklace with a wolf head "mum! I got a necklace" then she read the letter, it said…
Dear Jessica,
This letter is very important you can go, meet me at the airpo
wild dogs storyChapter onewild dogs story1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Uncertain times
The Serengeti woke up to the first words of three wild dog pups. The alpha female licked them; the male wild dog braced himself for a growl or a sign to leave but nothing, not even a growl. Finally the male wild dog spoke "the black river will be built, no one can stop them." The alpha female spoke "we will die, now Twiga. Go." Twiga left leaving his mate. So doom is in the air, we will be gone. The beasts will win and I bet I'll be raising the pups. He thought about it. He had a small time to think now it was time to choose, The pack or the pups. He took a beep breath and deiced the pack. They are a pack of the
PerfectionI used to write for perfection,Perfection1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
kind of like how people used to dig for gold.
I only wanted the best,
and when I wrote something less than that,
I'd get so frustrated that I'd
pull my hair out
and grind my teeth
and scream at the top of my lungs
Now, however, I just write
and write
and write.
I'm not quite sure which is worse.
a mind full of worriesmind full ofa mind full of worries1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
worries
won't let the body
sleep &
a body full of
sleeping pills
won't help ya
count those
sheep,
so you're left
with the time spent
tossing & turning,
watching the sun
ruthlessly
rise
so your eyes can start
burning.
Russian RouletteRussian Roulette9 months ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Gather around children
Let's have some fun!
It involves some bullets
And a gun.
Come and form a circle.
Plaster a smile on that face.
Fear begins to grow
As your little heart starts to race.
Oh now it's your turn.
Take the gun and put it to your head.
Close your eyes and pull the trigger,
You hear a loud crash as your body callapses, dead.
Screams echo around the circle,
As the room begins to smell.
This is just a pit stop.
Your next destination, hell.
Tomahawk Character BioTomahawk Character Bio2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Basic Info
Real Name: Thomas "Tom" Adrian Hawk
Nickname: Tomahawk (Most common), Papa T, T-Man, T, Tommy-Boy, Tom Terrific
Age: 22
Birthday: February 23rd
Height: 7' 1"
Weight: 254 lbs.
Body Type: Tall and muscular
Eye Color: Silverish green
Hair: Brown; longish, tousled, neck-length
Unique Features: Eight-point star shape on both palms (glows electric blue while powers are in use), starburst-shaped meteor pieces embedded on the tops of both hands (uneven points, electric blue traces; also glows)
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Primary Look*:
Red ballcap with a black bear pawprint/red shamrock on the front
Till Death Due Us PartOn the chairTill Death Due Us Part11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
she sits, and waits.
Her husband comes,
a bit too late.
He puts his coat
upon the rack.
He smiles to her,
but she's long since cracked.
She slowly rises,
facing away,
to the kitchen
she somberly strays.
Her husband sits,
waits for his meal,
oblivious to her
and her wounds that can't heal.
She appears again,
a knife in her hand.
His eyebrows scrunch,
lost on her plans.
She begins to approach him,
quickly grows near.
He sees her intentions,
eyes wide with fear.
She smiles now,
fully pleased
with the fear in his eyes
that she now fully sees.
She raises the knife
preparing his fall,
but remembers the tim
The Nursing HomeThere's something about the way the nursing home smells. Some days the smell is worse than others. I'm not sure if it always smells this way, or if I happen to come by every week right as they are doing housekeeping. It's probably a mixture of the two; it always has an odd odor about it, which is amplified while dirty bedding is being taken from all of the rooms.The Nursing Home8 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Explaining the scent of the nursing home is difficult for people who have never encountered something like it. On a normal day, there are a variety of very subtle smells which, when mixed together, smell like and incredibly cheap, and not at all sweet, bargain brand perfume. Imagine
Drawing RequestsOh how much I hate requests,Drawing Requests8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You'll know if you were in my shoes,
Asking me to draw cute dresses,
But what I'm saying is true.
I might draw everything,
But I get that feeling,
When I ignore everyone,
I feel it by a million.
Kids that I don't know,
Tell me to be fair,
But it's annoying though,
So, get out of my hair!
I only draw things that I like,
Only when I'm in the mood,
I'm not willing to fight,
Just for something I don't do.
So, no requests,
I don't take blame,
I don't need those lie tests,
So please, stay in your lane.
Winters Bite Part 1 (AHP Nordics) It was a cold winter's day, which most would hope to be a snowman building paradise. A time to put on your mitts, snow pants, jacket and tuque, to plop in the sparkling snow and make snow angels.Winters Bite Part 1 (AHP Nordics)9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
In this case however, it was not. Blizzards of whip pacing winds and face cutting shards of ice and snow ran through the air, freezing almost everything in its path. The bitter cold of the north would instantly chap your lips, and crack your skin. It seemed like even a minute out the warmth of a shelter would cause you to freeze, and be nothing but an empty corpse, lying in the snow.
Sure the north was used to snow, but not as harsh and str
Her friend.Her friend.10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I held the bag in one hand, sliding the key in the door with the other one. The door creaked as it opened and I quickly closed it so the outside's cold air wouldn't come in.
'Elisa? I'm home!'
Elisa was my adorable, 6 years old little sister. She was used to stay on her own since I often had to go get groceries and such and she never wanted to come. Besides I had no other solution, since the 'car crash' it was just her and me. It took so long for her to understand that 'daddy and mommy won't be coming back from the party'...
But she was with me now, safe and healthy. I heard her tiny footsteps in the staircase and smiled, dropping the bag
StormThe sky was grey and the air was muggy with the scent of rain. Clouds swarmed and twisted, lightning strewned the sky, and there was a low rumble of thunder. He watched from his screen door, ignoring the cold gust that passed.Storm10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His neighborhood was empty, not one person seemed brave enough to take a step outside, but he couldn't blame them, he didn't want to go out there either. He felt warm finger tips brush against his bicep, turning his head, he smiled at the girl looking up at him with large green eyes.
"What are you looking at?" she asked, looking out the screen herself, he pulled her closer to him, resting his hand on her waist.
"Just
Drunken ConfessionA teenage boy stumbled a bit as he walked out of a bar.Drunken Confession10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Damn,' he thought, 'Good thing I didn't drink too much.' The boy's face looked a bit flushed. He just needed to get out of that place.
The boy tousles his black hair in frustration. 'Damn it...' he slammed his fist against the brick wall near him. 'Why can't I get you out of my head, you bastard?'
An image of a boy popped in his once more. It was a familiar blonde who was still smiling and laughing. For Leo, just remembering his face, was just pure torture.
How did it happen? How in the world did he have to fall in love his best and childhood friend, who was also a guy like him?
Le
.:Growing Emotions:. -vent-.:Growing Emotions:..:Growing Emotions:. -vent-10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
My body shakes as tears roll down my cheeks. Emotions well up inside me. Jealousy. It didn't come out as anger. It came out as tears. I tried to breath evenly but my body shook with each sob. Why? Why did I feel so jealous? I looked over to see the other four teens in the room. Each had a special someone. I was left alone. I shut my eyes and sob more. Jealous. Jealous. Jealous. Such a horrid emotion. Why won't it just leave me alone? I just want to feel numb. Just for a while...to ease the pain. Jealous....jealous...please leave my heart be...
Tonight is the NightTonight is the Night10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tonight is the night,
When the monsters come out to play
When the demons find new victims to torture
When the ghosts and ghouls find new homes to haunt
When the vampires feast on hot, sticky blood
When the werewolves rip their enemies to shreds
When the witches brew deadly potions
When the zombies feed on warm human flesh
Tonight is the night,
When all your nightmares come true.
That GirlAm I "That Girl"?That Girl10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"That Girl", who just broke up with her boyfriend
And is hanging out with someone new
Not 2 days later?
Yes
But when you say I'm "That Girl"
Do you understand
Why
I broke up with him in the first place?
No
You don't know how miserable I was
With him
You don't know how happy I am
With someone new
And you don't want to know
Because you are happier just calling me
"That Girl"
8-20-2012: Smokes "I'm already dying anyway. I might as well have a damn smoke."8-20-2012: Smokes10 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I can't believe her. The doctor is out of the room for less than fifteen seconds and already she's sifting through her purse, looking for something that I confiscated nearly half a day ago while she was in surgery. She was finally awake and talking when the doctor came in about an hour ago to discuss what was found during the operation. If she didn't quit smoking, she'd be dying a lot sooner than she'd intended. The damage was already done, but if she wanted to live longer, it had to happen. It wasn't an invitation to sit-down and go on as before, but she took it that way
FallingI am falling. I am falling very quickly and for a very long time, slipping through the air at astonishing speed, the wind biting at my face and forcing my eyes shut, even though I know I'd only see the rapidly increasing ground if I opened them. I know why I am falling. I am falling because I was pushed from the mountain. I am falling because I was betrayed.Falling10 months ago in Settings More Like This
I know I will die, and I know it will be soon. I'll hit the ground and die instantly, my body twisted and broken like a crashed ship.
"Brother, why did you bring me up here?" I asked, timidly, looking deep into my brother's familiar face, his large black-blue eyes flecked with gold, jus
Stumped ch. 1Stumped: Chapter 1Stumped ch. 110 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Just a Flesh Wound
The hospital was silent, save for the occasional frantic screech of the odd dementia patient here and there. In room 304, a pair of teens sat criss-crossed upon the bed, eating contentedly. The girl flinched and rubbed her recently sewn up torso.
"Man, I still can't believe you got mauled by a shark." Sighed her companion, a "scene" boy with green eyes.
"I know, like I haven't suffered enough in my life…" She replied with a mouth full of noodles.
"What was it like?" The black haired boy wondered.
"…Like being torn to shit by a great tooth-ed beast that you
I Have No OpinionI Have No OpinionI Have No Opinion10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It does not seem to matter to someone
What I say;
Whether I am right or wrong.
Well, anyway...
When I give my notes about things around me,
Someone picks yup a whip to lash;
I may be right, I may be wrong,
But either way, am I an ASS?
I NEVER said I was an expert;
But I know how to observe and analyze.
When I leave my words on someone,
Why should you be so surprised?
But for you, What must I do?
You who are not among my minions?
It may be best for us both
That I claim
"I have no opinion."
A Once Faded MemoryI remember.A Once Faded Memory10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember when I was young,
You came to my bedroom and tucked me in,
Turned on a nightlight to help me sleep,
Played the snow globes sweet melody,
And say, " Night night."
And I replied, " Love you."
And you did the same, " Love you too."
I remember.
I remember when I searched my closet,
And found a small snow globe,
That played the sweetest sound a little girl once knew.
Mickey in the glass,
Once faded into the past,
Has brought out that little girl once again.
I now live.
I live in memory of the light bathed onto my bed,
And before you left you kissed my head,
What was once forgotten,
Has been reminded by a s
Sta.sh
