Nu eu.Ceaşca de cafea.Goală.Nu eu.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Ţigări?Mai e una strâmbă în pachet.
El doarme.Calm ca întotdeauna.Prea calm...mă enervează.
Stau şi-l privesc.Mi-e dor de mama.Mi-e atât de dor încât îmi vine să-l trezesc şi să-i zic şi lui asta.
Oh..de-ar şti..de-ar şti ce dor îmi macină corpul şi ce oboseală îmi străpunge fiecare parte din gând si viaţă şi uitare
şi iar viaţă.
oh..de-ar mai înceta puţin..măcar puţin.
puţin..viaţă..nu e viaţă..e doar puţin.e mama.e el dormind.şi ţigara strâmbă de lângă ceaşca de cafea...care e goală.E gol etern ce se răstoarnă peste ei,toţi,toţi..atât de vag se nasc şi mor şi prind viaţă-n mine.şi mor încet.
Şi mor şi eu cu ei.De ce să nu fac asta?C
WaitingWhoever they were, they had left his head swirling and jarbled as he was carried west by wagon. His eyes, when they did open, rolled uselessly before closing again to filter the harsh light. His drug distorted mind could only comprehend a few things at a time, if at all.Waiting2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His cape, his swords. Before he had been thrown here, he had worn a dark blue cape crafted by... someone, somewhere that was important. His blades had been curved and deadly in his grasp, new to his hands, and had spilled not nearly enough blood before they had taken him. They were both gone now, together somewhere he was certain, but gone nonetheless.
He shivered from a sudden chill and blacked out.
Someone had taken the time to hastily tie a cloth around his waist, giving some form of privacy to wandering eyes. Not like there were any. It smelled of hay, where he was, and he began to determine that it was a closed wooden wagon. He had been thrown into a pile of the grass-like stuff and locked in.
Where was he?
DH MEvent: IndependencyDH MEvent: Independency2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At the peak of insanity with her lost of her pills, and the disappearance of her twin, nothing is there to soothe her out of it; but at the moment, something was a bigger problem. Rin was only pacing herself in a corner of the gym when she can faintly hear clacks, of the barrier that kept the zombies away; the girls around her whispered, “What was that noise,” or “What’s happening?” and so forth.
After that, a hoard of zombies went into the gym; many ran up the stairs from the zombies, most stayed and to face off the hoards, while the rest were unlucky. For Rin, she was half and half, she was going to attack the zombies, getting rid of them out of her path, while she tried and run up to the second floor.
RIN, GO, I’LL TELL YOU WHAT TO DO! FOR I AM YOUR ONL
Finding Words I'm not convinced this isn't a dreamFinding Words2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At best, it's a nightmare of your devised scheme,
but i'd be lying if I didn't admit to the scream
that I projected on to your beautiful screen/
For my mind's sake, let's just hope
that somewhere down the line this is just a joke
and that maybe you were sweet enough to tie the rope
that I was going to hang my insecurities with to cope/
Would that have been suicide, or just a murder?
Regardless of that point, I can't stretch any further
and there's no use in pretending that you don't feel the fervor
that i felt when I discovered the one and only true cure/
I think that you shine brighter,
but only when I close my eyes a bit tighter.
As it turns out, you were quite the great fighter.
You asked me to play God, which isn't as heavy, but actually quite lighter/
than what I personally expected.
Sooner or later you called me to attention
and I'm here to report that I
The Life of a CupcakeThe Life of a CupcakeThe Life of a Cupcake2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ding! A bell rung on an oven and the little cupcake inside opened its eyes for the first time. It was very warm inside the oven and the little cupcake could just make out some sort of long red cord below it and its siblings. The heat seemed to be radiating off the red cord. Suddenly the heat and glow of the cord disappeared and the little cupcake felt new cooler air rush into the oven and saw a light much different from the glow of the cord. Oh, how that little cupcake stared in awe at everything he saw, only being somewhat startled when it and its siblings were lifted from the oven by some odd metal sheet with small pits, one of which the little cupcake was resting in. The tray was set on some flat surface and the little cupcake watched as the giant being walked away, wondering what was going to happen.
Next thing the little cupcake knew, its brothers and sisters were being picked up one at a time and it could see something being spread on top of them and then se
GPS and denial .:yaoioneshot:."Take a left."GPS and denial .:yaoioneshot:.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We're on a bridge."
"Take a left."
"We're in the MIDDLE of the bridge!"
"TURN THAT FUCKING GPS OFF!!!" Matt whirled in his seat to attempt and rip the small machine off of its stand and probably hurl it out the window, but Cane got to it first.
"No way! It was a gift from my dad!" Cane sounded all defensive about it, while furiously shaking his head and managing to stay on the road.
Matt caught onto it and nodded. But he still shot a glance at the microphone-bugged GPS system that seemed to want to kill them all. "Whatever. Can you at least turn it off?"
"No. I kind of like it." Cane laughed at his reply until he caught the look on Matt's face, then reached over and flicked the homicidal machine off. Matt was in one of his moods again. Not fun.
They drove in silence for a while, before it was suprisingly broken by Matt. "...So, how exactly do you manage to always stay on the middle of the road?"
"I've had you driving next to me in the passenger's side of the c
DH - Christmas Event - Giacinta's WishGiacinta sat among the other girls in the room, basked in the warm glow of the candlelight. Aria had requested that each person state their personal wish for Christmas. The idea was a pleasant one, though seemed somewhat childish given the situation they were all in.DH - Christmas Event - Giacinta's Wish1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Despite the crude, but cheery seasonal ornaments that decorated the room, it was only enough to briefly distract the students from the ongoing carnage outside…
For some, a brief moment of respite was all they needed.
Giacinta stewed in her inner thoughts as the other girls gave their wishes. The brunette was only half paying attention; her tired mind barely maintaining a concentration span longer than a few seconds.
Her eyes trailed from face to face – then to candles and cloths; finally, they fell upon a particular girl seated just across the circle. Unlike Giacinta, that girl’s eyes were wide with attentiveness – her expression reflecting that she was very much interested in the desires of the ot
The AftermathA broken spirit, a wounded heart, a fragile mind.The Aftermath3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A shattered mirror, no reflection.
A voice that cannot be heard. Eyes that cannot see.
Skin that cannot feel. Ears that can't hear.
Tasteless lips. Dried tears. Silent cries. shuddering breaths.
Stripped of my senses. Darkness swallows.
Light fades. Hope Dies. Was there really any happiness?
Fantasy fades. Dreams shatter.
An empty future. A meaningless past. A shapeless present.
Slowly slipping. An endless chasm.
Will anyone save me before I fall?
will anyone miss me if I'm gone?
will anyone love me before I fade?
Goldshadow - Chapter 3Goldshadow - Chapter 3 - Meeting the MotherGoldshadow - Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In a complete darkness a little spark of consciousness flared to live. It felt around and noticed the minds of others. It passed them without any of them noticing as weak as it was. It passed them and felt good. It felt one of them and became happy without even understanding the feeling itself. The little consciousness knew, that this one was going to be its soul mate without knowing what a soul mate was or even why and how it knew, it just did. It felt good.
It was still feeling good when something else happened. The little consciousness noticed something coming closer, something very big and very powerful. To this little spark of consciousness, it was like the rise of a sun, big and powerful enough to just burn it away without noticing. With this giant, burning fire approaching it, the little spark felt not so good anymore, it felt fear. It didn't understand that feeling either, it just didn't feel quite as good as without this glaring enti
Goldshadow - Chapter 1Goldshadow - Chapter 1 - An adoption and an elfGoldshadow - Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The little girl sat on a bench in the entrance hall of the orphanage she lived in. The old man had told her to stay there as he went with the head nurse to her office. The door right opposite of where she sat wasn't fully closed and she could hear them talking, but they were too far away to understand anything. She also heard whispering voices on the landing above and she saw faces disappearing when she looked up. "No wonder they're whispering...an old man coming in with me and asking for the head nurse...they probably think I stole something" she thought to herself. She tried to get her mind off the egg that had wriggled right in front of her, but she could stop thinking about it. She still wasn't entirely sure that the man actually told the truth when he said that it was a dragon's egg. It definitely was an egg, it had been way to warm to be a stone...but the egg of a dragon?
She had heard stories of the dragon riders, of the
Nagashiro - ProfileBirth Name: Medazoa, NagashiroNagashiro - Profile4 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Nickname Preferred name: Nagi *Given from Salise*
Date Of Birth: September 30
Age: 17 *20 after time-skip*
Star Sign: Libra, year of the Dragon
Complexion: Medium Dark
Weight: 160 lbs
Everyday Outfits: Green vest, undershirt, long pants, gloves.
Mission Outfits: Same green vest, knee length pants, bandages on arms, gloves.
Makeup: Cover up for his scars
Marks: Thin scars around his fingers and hand, a burn mark from his right shoulder to his abdomen.
Scent: Cinnamon, Sage
Hair Color: Light Green
Hairstyles: Down and short
Eye Color: Violet
Blood type: A-
Kekkei Genkai: 0/20
Chakra Control: 11/1
Naruto: Rise of the Cougar: 1Naruto: Rise of the Cougar: 14 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Legend of the Cougar
Years ago the scourge of invaders from another far off land invaded the territory of the Mohican tribe. Fierce warriors they were, but these invaders were of an even greater enemy. They moved with the speed of the wind, the strength of the oak tree, and the persision of the eagle. What the invaders searched for no one knows. One by one, tribe after tribe, the invaders destroyed everything left of the Kiowa. All hope was lost until one surviving Mohican man searched for, Katalgar. Through out their legends and tales Katalgar, the Whiptail Shadow Cat was said to possess abilities and powers beyond man. An old story once told that if all hope was lost and the end was near for their civilization, Katalgar would preserve the spark of life. However two sacrafices were to be made, one to feed and ressurect the power of the ghost, and another to weild the spark. As a noble sacrafice, the man willing gave his life for his newborn son to weild the spark and preserve their ho
MechanicsIt's not much, but if you take itMechanics1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The world has a chance to smile again.
-What is it?
It's a broken machine
-What does it do?
It fixes dreams
-Do my dreams need fixing?
Do your dreams need fixing?
You look towards the sky with blank eyes,
And I know what you're thinking
-Do my dreams need fixing?
You whisper to the sky you cannot see
For a moment you want to take off running,
-Fix my dreams
You hold out your hand
-Fix my dreams
You cautiously demand.
Through your fingers I slip my own;
A broken machine who found its way home
Starlight Myth- Lunabuns and the Moon“A long time ago, a giant Lunabun ruled over all of the Lunabuns in the world. It was so big though, it caused difficulties for it. It couldn’t move, or else it would crush its subjects, and a wave of its tail would cause such a gust that trees would fall behind it. It looked up to the heavens and longed for the open space above it.Starlight Myth- Lunabuns and the Moon1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
As if reading its mind, the great goddess Celestia appeared before the Lunabun, and offered to take it to the heavens, where it would be free to roam without care. The Lunabun let Celestia lead it to the heavens, going so far that it became a small circle in the sky. Extremely happy, the Lunabun started to spin to observe the heavens around it. However, it lost control and couldn’t stop spinning, no matter how hard it tried. The earth-bound Lunabuns observed their ruler every night, where it was most visible in the sky.
The large Lunabun spun until it could no longer face the sun, and only its black tail could be seen. Its subjects, howeve
MP Bio - ToadsworthToadsworthMP Bio - Toadsworth4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Debut: Super Mario Sunshine
Residence: Toad Town
Occupation: Steward and adviser to Princess Peach
Toadsworth is the top of the totem pole in rank at the house of Toadstool. His duties are to watch over Princess Peach until the day she becomes Queen Toadstool. In addition to his rank, he also runs show over the other retainers at the castle. This old man has play like a mother and has no problems giving a disrespectful person a good "tap" of the cane.
Tjan ref textTjan ref text1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
This Character is from: Chineese dog (possible cursed man :U)
1. Real Name: Tjan
2. Age: 30 (human years)
3. Birthday: 14 June
4. Family members: Non Orphan
5. Relationships: Horrible lover
6. Hidden talent: Making good Chineese food special way
7. Their Job: ''works'' at a chineese selling cart
8. Hobbies: selling stuff, trying to make food
9. Something they dream of doing: Making the best food ever
10. A food they can't resist: Chineese noodles
11. Favorite sport to play: Non lazy fatass
12. Favorite sport to watch: Don't like sport
13. Religion: Dont have one
14. Worst fear: Beating to death
15. Injuries: Non
16. Something they dream of having: Being free form his curse
17. How they react under pressure: calm, trying to make everything okay
18. Hot or cold places?: don't mind
19. What literature they enjoy: Non
20. What movies they would watch: Fight movies
21. What music they would listen to: just what he hears
22. Morning schedule: Just stand up, drinking water
Why Why...Why1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am i not to be trusted?
Am i not to be loved?
Whats wrong with me?
Why am i this way?
Why dont they love me?
Is there somthing wrong?
Did i do something?
Starcraft II Rp: Totally SeriousStarcraft II Rp: Totally Serious1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
SC II RP YEAH YEAH!!!!!
Shaniqua floated over to the enemy base. she couldnt do anything because she had no marines. SCV build a supply deopt she screamed to the scv. Now!!!. Ok the scv said. He built a supply depot at the chioke point of the main.
Vladimir surveyed his workers as they harvested minerals below the overshadowing Battlecruiser. He ordered that his base be walled off immediately, not wanting any of those pesky Zerglings to kill his forces off.
After the depot was construsctesd, shaniqua ordered it to lower. now! lower! she yelled louldly! Raise! AFTER 30 minutes of this madness, a SCV constructed s a barracks next to the depot. hurry! she shrieked!
"Shaniqua, what are you doing?" Vladimir asked his fellow Terran commander through a transmission, though not really caring about what her problem was, just a question asked out of habit. He could take on the entire Zerg army by himself, why he'd asked for her help, he wasn't sure. "Adjutant, train marines
Wedding DayWedding Day8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Wedding day. Birds flock to the scene.
A man in a suit bathed in cologne cannot wipe the smile off his face, not even with elbow grease. Girls in skirts are flirting with guys in ties. Running lips are blaspheming the bride, the groom, and the people sitting behind them. Uninvited guests are accidentally sitting on the cake. The pianist is struggling to memorize the sheet music (minors and majors, they’re all the same). The Pasteur is reciting his lines over prayers. Old women remembering vows of their own, fingers running over their left hands over and over, missing the men that used to sit with them. Excited conversations and jumbles of human kinetic energy, heating the yard.
Bride hiding in the cottage, smothered in cooing doves. She eyes the dress in the corner; the emotions are folded into the silk like strawberries into crepes. Sliding into the gown, the doves hush explodes into chatters. The mirror reflects the crepes, and her realization hits the floor, a deadw
Complaint BoxOur hearts were conjoined long ago. They were crushed together, beating in sync. The feelings that I had for you were warm and squishy, like cake. But suddenly you ripped your half away, severing it with every cheesy break-up line you knew. A hole was left in my chest and the heartstrings were frayed on the ends. The repair was long and painful, mostly because I didn’t want to heal. I clung to the hope that you would come back to my doorstep and apologize, sewing our hearts together with promises, pink and soft, like new skin. The emptiness in my chest was too real to imagine.Complaint Box8 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
One night, as I lay on my yellow futon eating rocky road ice cream and memorizing the cracks in the ceiling, an epiphany hit me. I needed to get rid of you, once and for all.
So over the next month, year, maybe even century, I scribbled the thoughts and memories of you down with whatever I could find (broken red crayons, the juice from flower stems, fading green markers) on whatever I could find (napkins, e
wanderingsorry to leave so soonwandering9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know, such a short notice
but you see, i’ve gone wandering
because i’ve found the world is too big
not to explore far and wide
i’ve found that life is too short
to wait for the world to come to me
please don’t misinterpret my leaving
i love you dearly, this you should know
but my fault is i’m an intrepid young nomad
this you’ve come to know all too well
i imagine i’ll come back for you
on some brilliant summer’s day
when the light is just fading
and you’re finishing the dishes
even though it was supposed to be my night
you long ago stitched
this note into your heart
so when you hear footsteps on the porch
your heart leaps
and you find yourself thinking childish thoughts
but you’re becoming less eager
and losing all hope in my return
perhaps I had found another woman
another place that was better than ours
another country that was better than here
these fears and doubts damper your heart
and trample the
urban escapistshe calls herself an urban escapisturban escapist9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
sitting on the curb at night
unconscious of the miscreants
lurking just out of sight
she’s skipping stones in sewers
and wishing on copter stars
she knows that her hours grow fewer
and that there will be nothing but scars
her stones are merely asphalt
her wishes are wasted on planes
she’s juxtaposing the city
and saving it from being mundane.
THE NEXT CHAPTER IN BABABA 2.0Bananie did not know who it was? He was so gross! But also, not that gross, in a way. She discovered that the banana’s name was Bananahaar the space pirate. HE took out a oozy peel and slapped bananie over the face with it! Bananie barfed. She demanded to be taken to Bananahaar’s leader! Ok Bananahaar acquiesced. Well they arrived at the den of the space pirate leaders. On a throne was a big, fat banana, with a beard so fluffy and soft Bananie just wanted to take a nap in it. His name was Banana Jim, leader of the space pirates! Bananahaar’s puny little black eyes glared at Bananie. Ok squished Banana Jim. You will play eachother in a call of duty battle. The winner will get to kill the loser!!!! Call of duty was put on a large thingy. Bananahaar evil eyes glittered with malice and pain. Bananie’s eye glowed with scared! Bananie did not know how to play call of duty. Bananahaar did. He picked a large battle rifle, and bananie did not pick anything (she didnTHE NEXT CHAPTER IN BABABA 2.010 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This