Poradnik - jak napisac romans paranormalnyJak napisać romans paranormalnyPoradnik - jak napisac romans paranormalny3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Trafiło się nam żyć w takich czasach, że napisanie poczytnej książki tudzież bloga jest łatwiejsze niż kiedykolwiek— wystarczy być człowiekiem jako tako piśmiennym, mieć Worda i dostęp do internetów. Niestety, ta jakże piękna idea równości wobec tworzenia literatury rozbiła się o kant dupy w momencie, gdy światło dzienne ujrzał Zmierzch. Niejaka Stefa M., gospodyni domowa, matka trojga dzieci, absolutnie nienastawiona na robienie kariery, spisuje swój sen, tworząc na jego kanwie jeden z największych bestsellerów w historii literatury — może być coś bardziej motywującego? Wszak ludzie lecą na takie kopciuszkowe historie.
Jak bardzo Bellissima, Eduardo i Alpaka przemówili do rzesz czytelników można się przekonać przechadzając się po Empiku i zachodząc
NEPKAT FEEEEEEEELS▲: :33< somebody help me......NEPKAT FEEEEEEEELS3 years ago in Drama More Like This
▼: WHAT HAPPENED?
▲: :33< karkitty.....
▼: WHAT'S WRONG?
▲: :33< its gamz33.....
▲: :33< he hurt me.....
▼: OH MY GOD.
▲: :33< he killed equius......
▼: NO,FUCK NO. HE COULDN'T HAVE-
▼: HE'S SOBER?!
▲: :33< im scared......
▼: I'M COMING OVER.
▼: YOU'RE AT YOUR HIVE,RIGHT?
▲: :33< im furking scared....... DD':>
▲: :33< no.....
▼: WHERE ARE YOU
▲: :33< the...... lab.......
▼: HOLY FUCK WHY YOU OUT OF ALL PEOPLE.
▼: I'M COMING.
▼: STAY THERE.
▼: HOLD ON.
▼: FUCK FUCK SHIT.
▲: :33< im trying..... DD:>
▼: *halfway there*
▼: DAMMIT. DAMNED GAMZEE.
▼: THAT STUPID STONER.
Duke Venomania-My Version 12Duke Venomania-My Version 123 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Before you read, I just wanna let you know two things.
1. So that you don't get confused, this chapter focuses on another "side story" if you will.
2. This is set about a month or so before chapter 11.
January 1, 1791
After Duke had left the room, Gumina waited five seconds, slipped on her underwear, bra, and dress, and sighed.
"I can't keep this up. This is too hard. But I have my evidence. Time to respond.".
Gumina crept out of the bedroom, and walked down the hall and into her own. After locking the door, she pulled out an ink pen and some paper, and began to write,
Everything has been confirmed.
Your wife is definitely here.
It has taken
The Super Hero DreamThe Super Hero Dream.The Super Hero Dream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Since I was young I've always had this reoccurring dream.
As immature and juvenile at it may seem.
I'd have this one fantasy
That me and my peers were apart of a heroic, super natural team.
We would serve and protect the world from impending doom.
But every morning I always end up waking up too soon.
I would stir and gaze around my marvel inspired room.
And attempt to
Move objects with just will of my mind.
Completely alter my anatomical design.
Teleport in and out of realties and dimensions.
Communicate with anyone via a telepathic connection.
Have an invulnerable metal emerge from my knuckles.
Tip the balance between the ageless good and evil struggle.
Soar above and around the skies like an aeroplane.
Have a romantic but dramatic relationship with my very own Mary Jane.
Have the technological advanced capabilities of a billionaire.
This would then enable me to have a untraceable, under water lair.
Catapult spheres of synthetic web from the pa
Knouge: Tickle and WorshipIt was a sunny morning as Knuckles the Echidna emerged from his wooden lodge and climbed up to the stone altar of the master emerald. Glinting in the sunlight, the emerald sparkled in the warm gaze of the sun. However, Knuckles wasn't the only one gazing into the massive gem.Knouge: Tickle and Worship4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
On the other side of forest, Rouge the Bat watched with mischievous eyes as she gazed at the Master Emerald. Rouge giggled as she saw Knuckles patrolling the altar, "Hmhmhmhm my favorite echidna is guarding my emerald". Despite their fierce fights over the emerald, the young bat girl could not suppress the secret love she held for the hot tempered echidna. But now wasn't the time for fangirl crushes.
Flapping her wings in the air, Rouge flew with the bright rising sun behind her to screen her movements. As she glided through the air, being careful not to flap her wings for fear of creating noise, she came within an inch of the massive gem until she was stopped by a thick fist to her stomach.
"Nice try, bat girl",
APH FF Wizyta u PolskiCzy widzieliście kiedyś konferencję?APH FF Wizyta u Polski5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Nie mówię tu o zwykłych konferencjach, gdzie najważniejsze osoby świata spotykają się, żeby poważnie dyskutować o sprawach w czystej teorii arcyważnych dla przyszłości pozostałych państw.
Nie mówię tu o G8 czy o Parlamencie Europejskim.
Nie mówię tu nawet o normalnych konferencjach w kraju.
Mowa tu o Konferencji Krajów.
Jedna właśnie odbywała się w Niezwykle-Tajnej-Bazie-Na-Nieznanej-Wyspie-Gdzieś-Koło-Ameryki* w wielkim budynku przypominającym bardziej Wersal niż cokolwiek innego. Sala, w której odbywała się owa "konferencja" aż kipiała od barokowych i rokokowych rzeźb, figur, obrazów, wazonów, kwiatów, krzeseł, stołu, służących i czego jeszcze dusza zapragnie. A że miała wymiary pudełka do zapałek 10000
Painting .41.You are Roxy Lalonde and you either just made the biggest mistake of your life or the best decision of your life.Painting .41.3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You just adopted one of your patients so you could pay for their cancer treatment.
Problem is, you already have a child to care for, and you have very little money as it is. Everyone in your now three-person family knows this. When you'd explained it to your daughter Rose, she'd left, saying she'd be back later that night. Soon after she left, you'd gone to the hospital and comforted poor Calliope, who'd been a mess every since her parents left her for dead.
Now, it is close to three in the morning, and you're driving home once again.
As you enter the house, you notice something strange. Rose isn't back yet.
Suddenly, you wonder if she left for good.
"It'd be normal for her to... After all, these next few months will be rough..." You murmur to yourself, digging around in the pantry for something to take your mind off things.
It's close fo five in the morning when you finall
Germany - RequestBlack, red, and yellowGermany - Request3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mark her steady steps
An ever-changing land
Whose fate is shrouded
A proud name is borne
By her loyal people
Respect, pride, honor
Beyond a doubt
This is Germany.
When love rhymesYou said God made me perfectWhen love rhymes3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The roundness of my hip, the softness of my lip
Gentle is my tip, I take you on every wild trip
So tighten your grip, squeeze me and take a sip
Get on my last ship, it is time to tear and rip
My waves keep slamming your shore
Burning every sense in your core
Your nails on my side, always coming back for more
They take over every land, as we celebrate this war
You said God made me perfect
The size of my breast, where you built your nest
My wild birds on your chest , always flying west
The short breath is your guest, dancing, will never rest
Every touch gives you my best, closer to my final quest
Censorship - Protection from InnocenceIt was a classic; a book that the student had read what felt like a thousand times before. He had become obsessed with it from the first time he read through its pages, seeing its story through from cover to cover. At every chance and opportunity, the student went to plays, saw movies, and studied it thoroughly as could easily be seen from the several haggard copies displayed proudly in his room. Sure, some of them had worn out covers that would leave other book lovers appalled, and some even had a few pages missing but that didn't matter to him. By now, he knew those long-lost pages by heart. Finding himself in High School, the student was finally given an opportunity to take a literature course that featured his favorite book of all time: Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. He was so excited to finally be able to share his knowledge and love for the book with all his classmates and friends! The student was a book nerd, and not particularly good at sports or math, howeverCensorship - Protection from Innocence3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Swallowtail !SHORT STORY, CRIT PLEASE!SwallowtailSwallowtail !SHORT STORY, CRIT PLEASE!4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Singing. Tane heard singing. A mournful sound - lovely and feminine but imperfect: it cracked on the high notes. He couldn't make out the words. The way the melody would swell and fall reminded him of a gurgling stream: each falter and crack a pebble beneath the water's surface. He crouched a little bit lower, keeping to his shield of foliage. The singing wasn't important Tane couldn't afford any distractions. Focus was key.
He took a gentle bare-footed step to the left, his movement absolutely silent. He slipped over moss-covered roots and newly sprouted mushrooms, keeping to the shadows, soundless as a spirit. He was nearing the hut. Others had treaded this path none of them ever returned. Tane would be different.
Tane's older brother, Mao, once swore he'd seen dismembered limbs hung from the oaks in the Southern forest. Tane remembered ho
+Ivypools revenge Prologue+The wind blew softly against the she-cats silver fur.+Ivypools revenge Prologue+3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her dark-blue eyes shone brightly in the moonlight.
The she-cat lay there breathing softly and calm.
The she-cats ears pricked up as she hears footsteps, Foxleap.
The small slender Tom walked over to sit next to Ivypool.
"Beautiful night isn't it." Foxleap was looking at the stars, gazing at there beauty.
"Yes...they are , aren't they?" Ivypool gave off a slight purr of agreement.
Foxleap looked very peaceful, his pine-green eyes shone brightly in the moonlight.
"Is something wrong Foxleap?" Ivypool asked, Foxleap turned his head around to face Ivypool. "I need to tell you something...." Foxleap looked deeply into Ivypools dark-blue eyes."We can't be...mates anymore.." Foxleap looked away from Ivypool, avoiding her reaction. Ivypool suddenly felt her heart break into a million peaces. She couldn't believe what she just heard. "W-w-what!" Ivypool could barely speak. "It just isn't working out Ivypool.." "But Foxleap-" "Iv
ScarsYou see the scars across his face.Scars3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A knife pulled across his cheek.
You see the scars all over her body.
Flames raged, her body ablaze.
You see the scars on his arm.
Where he slid over the tarmac.
You see the scars which are her knees.
With which she fell upon the floor.
You see the scars over his eye.
The knife took it away.
You see the scars on her legs.
Which she has cut so many times.
You don't see the scars in their minds.
Of all the words they heard.
MonsterMonster3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hiding under beds,
peeking through windows.
Chasing after young ones
never sleeping, ever going.
Never more than a step away
hot breath mingling in the air.
and razor sharp teeth,
children wake at night
just to feel the
tug, tug, tug,
at the sheets.
Then the scratch
of claws against flesh.
Muffled screams go unnoticed and unanswered
as the dirty claws dig into skin.
One hand over the mouth of the innocent
and the other going to places it never should.
Then the monster leaves
and behind is a broken soul.
And no one ever knows
the trauma that the monster left behind.
AloneYou are aloneAlone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but think that you can handle it
After all these wasted years
you've become accustom to be on your own
you tried to change, but fail
all the time
But still have something to cling to
But then you loose it
your world breaks
and you shatter with it
beyond the ability to repair
or keep going on
and you realize you need someone
to help you
to comfort you
or just to be there
But I am alone
more lonely than ever before
Noone is there
all I have is the pale light from the screen
all I have left
forming words or symbols
they are there for you
to listen to you
to talk to you
(try to) make you smile
to make you forget your problems
just be there
they exist, but they are not real
still I am thankful for them to be there
because they are all I have left
but still they are not real
I know that, all the time
it is just a dream
part of an unreal world I attempt to escape to
one of many dreamworlds I escaped to
all of them are not real
FreedomUnder crystal lightFreedom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she tears at the purple cloth,
trying to make the perfect shape.
Her design is messy,
but it's better than nothing,
as strings of fabric are everywhere.
Her hand holds the shard
while at her neck the chain bites
always keeping her attached,
to the cold hard ground.
Her beautiful butterfly design
flutters away from her,
yet her hand remains stretched before her
in a constant wish to have it return.
Her violet eyes never leave
the freedom that her butterfly possesses,
but only one thought
constantly goes through her head:
I cannot be free
but if one of us could,
I would wish for it to be you.
To give you,
the freedom that I can only dream of.
DawnIn those fickle hours of the morningDawn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
right before the run has even risen,
and before the world truly begins to wake up
that is when the magic happens.
Each new dawn brings new life
the brand new start of a new day.
Life is such a fickle thing
that can end in an instant.
Yet in those early hours of the morning
when a new life had yet to begin
we see the true rise of people
as they begin what they believe is just a new day.
For in those early hours of the morning
we see the new chance to become and create
the life that has gone through each and every morning.
So while many sleep
through the early morning dawn
they miss the sleeping life begin to awake
and the new chance at life to have its day.
No one wants a stupid personDo you know how it feels to be played?No one wants a stupid person3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Human emotions flickering on and off
like that broken light bulb, clinging on
to you when you radiate intelligence,
and mistreating you when you're stupid.
First step: the monsters unleash their
true colours, calloused claws cutting
a bloodied mark of my heart, the drips
of dark red. They ridicule you, without
any guilt or thought for how you feel
Second step: then they transform into
feeble and fictitious felines. They strut
and attempt to capture you into their
idiotic game. They purr and plead for
your help, ever so plastic-like.
Third step: you make a mistake and
help their ''apparent'' sorry selves.
Then they take that help, unleash their
vicious claws for the true monsters that
they are and rip that help to shreds,
leaving you broken
and soon enough dead.
Forever" And all I want is to watch the world fall apart with you," she whispered.Forever3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stared out into the darkness. Her body was warm on his shoulder. Her breathing, smooth and calm in his ear.
The sky was enormous. Stars shimmered like shards of broken glass. The two of them sat together in the charcoal sky, with that bull-dozed horizon and those freshly cut trees. In the frosty moonlight, the stumps looked like barrels of a thousand silver pistols. Clouds drifted from his lips.
"Maybe you already have," he sighed, his eyes were dull and cold, "Nothing lasts forever."
He lifted a cigarette to his lips and the smoke he exhaled choked the air and climbed into the sky. She watched it go. Wondered if souls looked like smoke.
The glass sky began to melt. She felt heavier. There was buzzing in her ears.
The smoke fell back to earth. It sunk into the gro
Stars In Your EyesEvery cloudStars In Your Eyes3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
has a silver lining
I've heard that
too many times
It's raining again.
You keep on smiling,
dancing in the rain
don't belong to this world
They shine like a thousand suns
Stars in your eyes.
A black cloud
is covering mine
what you see
The black cloud
has no silver lining
say what you say
it's pitch black
you keep on smiling,
dancing in the rain
What do you see?
The sun shines
making the clouds go grey
I hate colors
I could never hate you
Memories of SummerDo you remember the simplistic smileMemories of Summer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that played on your lips,
while the sun danced across your skin?
Your voice was summer's favorite song,
even I hummed along.
The Lovely Poem of DisdainThe Lovely Poem of Disdain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My dream is to remain free:
It cannot be, why do you refuse to see?
I desire to be alone, should I have made this known?
I suffer from feelings I've condoned.
Personal curses unwelcome, you bring back some.
Can't you understand the angle I speak from?
No. This doesn't feel right, please hear my plight.
Shadow of doubt flayed with truthful light.
Same song? Same Dance. There was no chance.
All I'm asking for is compliance.
I respect you, but should you respect me too?
Sadly not. This is nothing new...
I help mend, I'm nothing but a friend.
It seems I'm seen as more, perhaps a trend.
Stop the trend, grind it to an end.
Your love is not for me, I have chosen who I want to be.
You may disagree.
But you only prolong your own misery...