LOVETEST.PASLOVETEST.PAS9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
while (1>0) do
write('man: '); read(man);
write('woman: '); read(woman);
write('initial passion: '); read(passion);
write('daily event: '); read(event);
Ode To Ryan DunnHe was a legend among legendsOde To Ryan Dunn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He took many hits from riot pellets
Who did outrageous stunts
Even stuffed a toy car up his rear
He was a Jackass member until the end
Friend to Bam Margera and Johnny Knoxville
Who was part of the CKY crew
That made us laugh and cringe on Jackass
He rocked Viva La Bam
With Bam whom he tagged along
On his crazy misadventures
Even messing with Vito
He did many crazy stunts
Stuff that was impossible
But for the brave and crazy
They saw it as the possible
He was host of Proving Ground
When it first premired
It featured Mario Kart
Which he so rocked
Now Dunn is gone
He's up in heaven
Probably playing pranks
On the angels as we speak
You made us laugh
Made us sick to our stomachs
You were a great man
Without you here
Jackass won't be the same
But the legacy we'll live on
For your spirit we'll be with them
Everyone on Earth
Who has seen Jackass
We'll miss you very much
May you find peace in heaven
Rest in Peace Random Hero
Your heroic deeds we'll be fo
Love...Love is whatever makes your heartLove...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Race at an amazing pace
When just seeing who you desire
Can make everything
At the same time
When your heart longs to tell them
But fears the rejection that
May very well follow
An innocent confession
But the heart yearns to know
Needs to know what is real
Needs to know if
Believing in love
Is nothing but a foolish fantasy
But whether or not
Your love can be fulfilled
You yearn anyway
As your heart races with their nearness
As you find the courage
To cautiously approached
To take a breath and look up into the eyes
That you yearn to watch you
That you wish to see you in the light you see them
You close your eyes
Take another breath
And whisper the words
Im in love with you
Killjoys 07 I-B-Y-D-I-Y-B-M-A"Run rabbit run." The words kept repeating in his head as he ran in search of his savior and for his life. He stopped a few times to try and gauge the direction in which the rocket had come from, but he didn't stop for more than a few seconds each time. If Korse caught up with him, he'd be a dead man. He hadn't even checked if his ray gun was working. It'd taken quite the fall when Korse knocked him onto the ground and it was possible that it was completely broken.Killjoys 07 I-B-Y-D-I-Y-B-M-A4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"This couldn't get much worse." Poison panted as he ran through the alleyways between the buildings of the second zone, stopping next to the one he'd guessed his savior had been on top of to shoot from that odd angle. He walked around looking for a door, pulling out his ray gun to take a look at it to try and survey the damage done to it.
The creaking of a hinge interrupted his thoughts. Red and black hair, bright red jacket- it was exactly who he'd thought it had been that had saved him. She hadn't paid an
A hymn for the body dyingI smile holding your head in my hands,A hymn for the body dying1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mystical marionette,
Wood of your chest heaving with pain,
My dear delicate Rosette.
It's ok to go,
Though I know I'll be left alone.
I should never have brought life
To a thing void of flesh and bones.
Thank you for bringing me joy
When I thought I could feel nothing,
Who knew there could be so much soul
Dancing beneath a string.
But you don't need to be here anymore,
Holding on while I hold your burning core,
Petting at the synthetic strands of your puppet hair
And gazing into your button eyes of despair.
I should have told you oil spills,
I should have told you fire burns;
A lesson no one should ever
Have to learn.
The furnace is hot my child,
The furnace is hot...
It'll hurt quite a lot my child,
It'll hurt quite a lot...
Now let go and rest your tired head.
Close your eyes to the glowing red.
Just listen to me sing
A hymn for the body dying.
Killjoys 05 Flames and Revenge"Where the fuck is it?" The heavy shelf crashed to the ground as she shoved it with just one push, just to get behind it. Its contents spilt all over the floor, some things even being smashed beyond repair but it seemed to be the least of her concerns. Getting down on her hands and knees she ran her fingers through the dust and dirt that had been revealed, searching for something. She smashed her fist into the steel wall, the sound echoing all around her but she ignored it despite that the punch had made her wrist practically crumble from the blow. She was covered in dirt and grime from head to toe and the room behind her looked like the scene of a crime with how she'd destroyed it. She'd been searching all night long and didn't plan on giving it up at this point even though it was well into the morning. She pulled off her jacket and dug through her pockets again just to double check that the missing item wasn't in there. When had she last had it? She couldn't quite remember.Killjoys 05 Flames and Revenge4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
CursedThe clock of the city hall struck ten. People who were still at work hurried up to be done with their tasks, a few cars were going from a side to another and there was no people walking down the street. Everyone was sleeping in their warms beds, having a pleasant rest. It was the perfect moment to strike, and she knew it. The teenager stood up, rubbed her hands and walked out of the power station. She usually didn’t care about the time when she thought of looking for prisoners, but she had to admit that night made things much easier, and quite fun. Not making any noise, she walked towards the city nearby, down a hill. Wind took some scents, some sounds which made her smile… the scent of thousands of cells awaiting her to be opened, the screams of desperate people begging her to come to them. The teenager had an urge of arriving soon, but she decided to think a bit who she would set free first.Cursed2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“A single? No, I did yesterday… What about a family?”
TCDG Ch. 1: Together AgainTCDG Ch. 1: Together Again3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The sun had risen over the horizon and began casting its warm rays over the landscape. A cloudless blue sky stretched out overhead as a light breeze blew across the coastline. Small waves gathered in the distant water, creating a serene purr as they broke against the shoreline. Overhead danced a flock of seagulls singing their happy tune as they took in the new morning. The day had begun in a way that could only be described as perfect.
Two lone figures sat closely together in the soft sand as they too enjoyed the beautiful morning. A honey colored fox stared out over the horizon as he supported an emerald haired girl upon his shoulder, who leaned into him with a contented sigh. They sat in silence, enjoying each other's closeness as they stared at the beautiful scenery. The fox looked over at the green haired girl with admiration in his eyes and smiled happily. The girl, with un-bloomed flowers in her hair, looked back at the blue eyed fox with equal admiration before turning back to
Glass Heart 39 Love Comforting sleep only lasted for a mere hour or two before the nightmares started. Scarlett tossed and turned throughout the remainder of the night, riddled with bad dreams manifested by overwhelming guilt and fear of the future. Each time she woke up, she found Tony’s arms still around her and considered she could find sleep. He was warm, and each time she fidgeted to try and ease up the tension building from her nightmares, he tightened his grip on her.Glass Heart 39 Love2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eventually Scarlett gave up on the prospect of a full night’s sleep and lay awake in the hotel bed thinking. Thinking alone in the dark in the middle of the night was never a good idea and considering the prior day’s events. Shining in the pale blue light from his arc reactor Tony lay asleep next to her, occasionally snoring or grumbling in his sleep. What she’d done with
The FallingThe FallingThe Falling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow
Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips the anathema of your dying soul
Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's grave,
there will dwell but ravaged winds of lonely cries
O' Witch of mine, dark'n dreary, forsake me not
In a sombre kiss, veiled in falls of ambient pitch,
we drift into the renaissance of the Falling...
ever dreaming and bathing in the poetry of death
In the web of mortality demons haunt & undress,
Deep in the gloaming, I beseech thy last breath
My thirst seeth
FearFearFear4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You're sitting in a corner in your room, and it's dark out now. You don't check your watch to see what time it is, because you don't dare take your eyes off of the rest of the room.
The weather outside doesn't help your anxiety. The rain raps at the window and the thunder blocks out any small noises from inside your home. It's an advantage for me.
In the darkness, I smile, for I know the shadows hide me perfectly. Silently and stealthily I creep slowly towards where you are.
You stand up now, your adrenaline kicks in and you get ready to run. But there's a problem: Your legs tense up with fear as the metallic taste of the dark finds it's way into your mouth and veins. You cannot run, no matter how much your mind tells you to.
Lightening strikes outside, lighting up the room. You see only my silhouette. Your eyes go wide as they dart around the room trying to find me again. I smirk and let out a chuckle.
You try to scream, but I've taken your voice. I move towards you now, ca
A New Past: Version 2A New Past: Version 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ran blinked his multi-colored eyes open in confusion when he heard a soft vibrating sound come from the other side of the room. He was about to sit up and investigate, when he heard the light "tap, tap, tap" of fingers hitting a keyboard. He then assumed Hisoka had received a late-night text message. He rolled his eyes in frustration and pulled the blankets over his head, letting his eyes closed again. He heard another vibration, followed by that same tapping sound. Once again, he attempted to sleep once more, when there was another vibration.
He grew frustrated and pulled the blankets down slightly, subtly rolling over so as not to alarm his roommate and peered at his through narrowed eyes. His raven-haired companion looked disheveled in the soft glow of his cell phone, and the luminescent light turned his skin a ghostly white color, revealing small bags under his eyes, and blood-shot sclera. He honestly appeared to be a mess, in the raven's opinion. Not to mention his mess
Creando un nuevo PersonajeEl siguiente artículo fue escrito basado en mi propia experiencia.Creando un nuevo Personaje4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
No digo que sea la verdad absoluta o que deben seguir todos mis pasos porque si no sus personajes no sirven. NO!.
Simplemente comparto con ustedes lo que aprendí cuando fui RPC y estuve inmersa en ese mundo.
CREANDO UN NUEVO PERSONAJE:
Un nuevo personaje es algo más complejo que solo dibujar una monita o monito X y darle camisa y falda/pantalón para que no esté desnudo/a. Hay muchos más detalles que cuidar detrás de la apariencia.
Este artículo será un poco largo, y constará de varias "secciones", además de que estará enfocado a los famosos RPC's que tan de moda estuvieron en su tiempo, principalmente del fandom de Naruto, pero tengan en cuenta que los consejos aqui presentados pueden ser aplicados en cualquier otro fandom diferente.
Antes de continuar, aclaremos diferencias para evitar futuras confusiones:
RPC: Es el acrónimo de "Role Play Character", es decir, un personaje que se utiliza para lo que no
Snape's Confession-fan ficSnapes ConfessionSnape's Confession-fan fic7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Severus did not know why he was there. He had not made a conscious decision to be there. He just was. He could hear laughter, and feel the air brimming with anticipation. It made him feel sick. He pressed his forehead against the wall and closed his eyes. He hoped this would make his head stop spinning, help him to gather this thoughts, but it did not. His breaths came quickly, his heart beating way to fast.
I cannot be seen, he thought. Not by anyone.
She knew it was normal to feel unsettled on such a day every married woman she knew had told her that your wedding day is one of the scariest days of your life - but she still couldnt help thinking that pre-wedding jitters didnt feel quite like this. She just couldnt shake this feeling of uneasiness, and she was sure it was somehow connected to the fact that she simply could not stop thinking about Severus Snape. Why? Of course she still thought about him, but it always brough
darwin's revengein the embryo of the citydarwin's revenge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in their cage
they paint their nails not
that the sun is watching
from his trap door
in the cloud ceiling where
whales can't swim but go
and drop down their weight in rain
not measured in pints
but lives overflowed
in lost archipelagos full
of automatic islands
that catch the eyes like needles
when viewed from further away
than the end of the world
ASKtheARTIST InterviewASKtheARTIST Interview2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
ASKtheARTIST Interview with algenpfleger
Welcome to ASKtheARTIST. My name is *thefluffyshrimp and today I have the great privilege to interview *algenpfleger, a very talented illustrator and creator of many well-known works on deviantART.
Thank you for presenting us with this opportunity to interview you, algenpfleger.
*quietly sits down and sips on a mysterious beverage
WAIT ARE WE DOING THIS OR WHAT
*Vellez asks "What is your creative process? Do you just research and then begin drawing when you get an assignment, or do you mull it over a bit?"
Hmm it usually starts with me getting the assignment since I spend my freetime drawing other things mostly (these days at least). As soon as I know what the client wants, I leave it alone for a couple of days and wait for ideas to sprout in my head. The rest is just craftsmanship, you know, drawing the stuff and everything. The real work is done as soon as I put down the thumbnail sketch.
~smarff asks "How saturated do you think the illustra
Tips para un desing exitosoTips para un desing exitoso6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Diez consejos para que tu diseño tenga éxito.
1-El buen diseño es innovador.
Las cosas claramente diferentes se recuerdan mejor que las comunes. Lo innovador llama la atención.
Haciendo lo que todos los demás hacen, es cierto que no fracasarías, pero ¿triunfarás así alguna vez?
No transites los senderos trillados. Innova.
La esencia de la innovación debe verse claramente en todas las funciones de un producto.
El desarrollo tecnológico sigue ofreciendo nuevas oportunidades para soluciones innovadoras.
Las innovaciones no se agotan.
2-El buen diseño hace que un producto sea útil.
El producto que se compra con el fin de ser utilizados. Debe servir a un propósito definido - tanto primariamente como en las funciones secundarias.
La tarea más importante del diseño es optimizar la utilidad de un producto.
3-El buen diseño es estético.
La calidad estética de un p
the man on the moon.tonightthe man on the moon.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sky is overcast, and it tells me
That if I want to make my stupid wishes,
I'd better come back at a better time.
the clouds are being overprotective
And covering the moon with their hair so
Us humans cannot see her cry.
there is no wind to blow our
American flags, and if I close my eyes,
I think I could imagine myself there.
I think I can see his steps treading
On the face of the man in the moon,
The steps that will stay longer than the man did.
I flip through the pages of my history book,
And watch the night out of my window
As I read the same name over and over again,
"this is one small step for man; one giant leap for mankind."
the moon mourns the loss of
the first man to touch her.
Killjoys 02 AssassinateThe old towns were always deserted in these parts, except for people who were looking for trouble and she was definitely there looking for trouble and then some. She revved the engine of her worn purple motorcycle to make it go faster, pressing her body closer against the metallic frame so that she could avoid getting the dirt she stirred up in her face as much as possible. It'd reflect off of her helmet's visor but she had very low visibility this far out in the zones to begin with. The air was toxic and thick this far out but the air purifier in her helmet would help her breathe as long as she didn't crack it. The poison left the air with a thick yellowish haze that always left her feeling unsettled. She half expected monsters to come sneaking out of the sand at any moment to attack her.Killjoys 02 Assassinate4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The midday sun reflected off of her sparkling silver helmet to create a blinding light. It wasn't exactly what someone would wear if they were trying to stay stealthy, but this far out in the zones s
Inferno's Touch -0-PrologueInferno's Touch -0-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You are putting yourself in danger."
A metal door screeched in strain as a slim-fingered hand pushed it open. Sunlight streamed through the fluffy white clouds as a human form stepped onto the roof. The young woman walked forward, remnants of snowy patches crunching beneath her grey and purple sneakers. Squinting at the light, she moved to a nearby ladder and clung to it. Chills raked her body, igniting where her skin met the frosty metal.
Arriving at the top of the small overhang, the woman kneeled at the edge; the undisturbed snow clung to her jeans. Crisp winter air nipped at her cheeks and fingertips, furthering the cold that plagued her. Her soft breaths became water particles in the air and her thin spring jacket did little to protect her from winter's remnants.
"Ann, you know what will happen if you continue."
Ann unfurled her fingers from the large bag she held in her left hand and set it on the cement platform. She unzipped it and pulled the contents ou
Buford"They're gone again Mom!" The distraught wail of my son wafted in through the still open door.Buford3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I pulled my head and a load of flailing clothes out of the dryer. "Oh no, sweetie, you're kidding!" I followed the cold draft to the open door. Buford was standing at the bottom of the steps, tears welling up in his blue, seven-year-old eyes. He pointed to the spot where his Jack-o-Lantern used to sit.
My own heart sunk to the spidery frost formations on the steps. He was a timid kid, Buford. He was fiercely intelligent, and he took pride in his work, but he got discouraged easily.
His grin had been so unreserved last night when he had shown Bret and I the lop-sided cackle of his Jack-o-Lantern, his bright little face smudged with the orange-yellow juice and webs of pumpkin guts still trailing from his elbows and fingers. It had been a project of many hours of scooping and carving and even more drawing and redrawing the perfect face. It was his second one this year.
"You said it wo
Tea for TwoI observed her fragile corpse upon the cemetery seat, looking to and fro like a lost pigeon. She blinked her watery green eyes at me just once as I approached, then let them oggle wide.Tea for Two3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Madam," said I, "have you any need of assistance?"
A soft moan echoed back across the dying rhododendrons.
"Are you tired? Lost?" A quick glance at her spittle-slathered chops. "Hungry?"
She nodded vigorously and a bit of froth flew loose to stick upon a nearby leaf. I watched as it slowly slid its way to the very tip and plopped with a light "thwack" upon the freshly upturned soil.
"Er, there ought to be a dead squirrel or two out back by the fence. I imagine Mortimer left something, he's always forgetting what he's doing and scampering off, you know how those crazy groundskeepers can be . . ."
She made a sound a bit like the braying of a hound.
"Perhaps you don't. Anyhow, come along."
When dealing with the dead, it's best to be polite. I suppose I would be anyhow, though, I can't help it. It's simply
A Lesson about ToleranceTolerance is something that is important to just come along with each other. Not only in internet, but in real life as well.A Lesson about Tolerance5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We all faced in our lives situations in which someone hurt our feelings, or tried to change something about us. When facing such situations, we ask ourselves, why people do such things? Well, I want to explain it to you and hope, that this will get you a better understanding for how important it is to tolerate each other.
How I came up with the subject:
I read the journal of a very close friend of mine and she wrote about her teachers. First she is getting ignored by one, another one is just never pleased and another one told her to quit drawing manga and try comic instead...
Okay, first people might just say 'teachers are stupid, ignore them!' but then again I had to think about my own time in school... and not only in school, but in my private life as well and it keeps bugging me so I just need to write this off.
I always came along greatly with my teachers, be
What did I do?Honestly I don't know what to think anymore,What did I do?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what parts of what I believe is really true.
Everyone is walking out the door,
I don't have a clue.
It makes me wonder,
about all the bad talk that could be going on.
If they bad talk the so called better people,
it makes me wonder all the bad they say about me.
What do they call me?
A bad friend? When I'm always there.
Desperate? When I only like one guy.
A downer? When I hide sadness around everyone.
A big mouth? When I listen to problems and not talk about mine.
These people are what I call "friends",
say they are there when they are not.
Luckily I still have a few friends,
that will help me to the end.