Game Review: Among the SleepAmong The Sleep AnalysisGame Review: Among the Sleep1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Hey there, every-peoples. AMX-269 here, with another one of my video game review/analyses. Over the last few days, a game I've been looking forward to was finally released, and today, I finished it. I first became interested in "Among the Sleep," the first big game created by Norway's Krillbite Studios, by watching Let's Players Pewdiepie, Cryaotic, and CinnamonToastKen play through the demo. From there, that led me to the game's Kickstarter page, and that led to me donating a bit of money for the cause.
The fact that a horror game was able to capture my interest is actually surprising to me, since I normally tend to steer away from that kind of thing. But after playing through the game, I think I've realized something: in terms of psychological horror, that really doesn't seem to bother me much. Ironically, I find jumpscares more frightening, probably because I'm so sensitive to noise. But enough about that. My point is, jumpscares aside, "Amo
Because we fit togetherOur lives are short and our reasons for living are unknown. Yet the small time we are allocated we have the chance of something so great as love. To know it and to feel it, if we are lucky.Because we fit together3 years ago in Romance More Like This
We were in rows, our numbers unknown possibly infinite. Behind me countless of my siblings, in front countless more. Or so I thought. An indefinite amount of time passed and then I saw an opening in front of me. Through the opening there was a drop and at the bottom of this drop were more of my kind.
And that is where I saw her. She was long, slender and blue. I felt an immediate attraction to her that I had never felt before and could not explain. Perhaps it was because we seemed to be designed to fit together perfectly.
And then I fell. Slowly the distance between us shortened and my heart beat sped. A life with her flashed before my eyes and it was beautiful.
But fate was not to be so kind. I felt an invisible force pull me further away from her. As much as I tried I could not
Children's Literature, Morality + Changing IdealsIntroductionChildren's Literature, Morality + Changing Ideals3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
With the invention of the printing press in the fifteenth century, and its gradual integration into society, people at last had access to literature. It was William Caxton who first saw the opportunity to make money by printing and selling those stories and fables hitherto told by word of mouth.
At this time, literature did not have age-specific target audiences. Inevitably, some stories appealed to children more than others. Robin Hood was especially popular, while Aesop's fables offered entertainment and life lessons to adults and children alike.
It is, of course, impossible to say exactly when and how literature was identified as a useful tool in teaching morality to children. It is speculated that there was no concept of 'childhood' before the eighteenth century, although historians debate this, as historians are apt to do. Whatever one's view on this, it cannot be denied that the older generation has throug
Confession.I sold hope.Confession.5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Out of stock.
The Poetic Mind as a MuscleThe Poetic Mind as a MuscleThe Poetic Mind as a Muscle2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As a poet at any given skill level, you might ponder different ways to advance your mastery of the craft. You might spend weeks dissecting famous and not so famous poets. You might read countless articles on poetic technique. You might just plow through any and every collection you can get your hands on, track all of the most well-know journals, follow all of the contemporaries. All of these things add up to a knowledgeable poet. However, does this necessarily make you a better poet?
No. The reason is that most of us equivocate poetic skill with divinely gifted talent. We often think of poetry as a latent ability that we merely possess or do not. This leads to certain diseases within the mind, whether it be the idea that our words are beyond reproach because they are "self expression," or we decide that words come out and that's all there is to it. Other times we are stricken by the undeniable flaws of our work, even t
A Short VisitIn the country,A Short Visit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the scarcity of humanity,
our ability to stand outside and be alone,
holds an undeniable appeal to me.
Even in the cold, the quiet can be
a great friend. The sun was out today,
pleasant on the skin. The wind had subdued
from last night's blowing. I sat in my
great-grandfather's metal lawn chair.
He kept this one outside the barn.
Told me once how he found a meteorite
in the chair. Said it hit the barn
and bounced right down to sit a spell.
Said it gave him a little shock,
a space-spark he called it,
when he picked it up from its resting spot.
How old was he then?
My age? I only recall an aged,
bald, weathered, cowboy who still preferred
to do his business in the outhouse
instead of the indoor room with water
from pipes. He told me
he knew when I was being born
because his knees itched from where
I would sit and his hands stung
from where he would spank me.
He and Granny shared a small house,
blown by the horrid western Oklahoma wind,
on a hill that overlooked their pond
ControlThe feeling came over Bill when he was out checking his trap line in the dying light of a winter evening. Eyes on the back of his head. He knew the wary scrutiny of the deer and the hungry yet restrained gaze of the wolf. This didn't feel like either. It didn't belong to this place any more than he did. He would have preferred the wolf.Control3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He turned around, shook his gun at the reddening sky, and cupped his other hand to his mouth. "I know you're out there! This is private property! I don't wanna use this, but you'll leave me no choice if I catch you hanging around here!"
A soft rustle from somewhere deep enough that the trees obscured his vision. He waited until he felt he was alone again, then trudged through the snow to see what he could learn about the intruder. There were prints made by boots similar to his, though smaller. The thought that he outweighed whoever it was offered little comfort.
He cast one last disgusted look in the direction the tracks took as they moved away, then re
The Death of LanguageThey say that every fourteen days, a language dies. The statistic isn't alarming, after all there are supposedly seven thousand languages in the world. That a language dies every two weeks, is just a statistic. The concern comes with the knowledge that a language dies because it has been forgotten. Thus it dies without recognition, without farewell and without acknowledgment. It was merely there before, a communication bridge once upon a literary dream - now a nothing. This fascinating tool that we use to interact with our fellow human beings is lost. And we don't care. The Eskimos, they say, had a hundred words for snow.The Death of Language3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
That favourite pair of shoes that you love all the holes and splits into because they are so perfect and fit you so well - gets a better send off than a language. That coat that's become too small or too big, or too much last years fashion and too little of this years craze gets more of a farewell than a languag
letters from the seai.letters from the sea2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes when i wake up
before the sun rises, when i’m all alone
and it feels like i might be the only person in the world
i notice that my face is wet
and i wonder if it’s because
i’ve been swimming with you in my dreams
i remember you
in the summer nights under the corsican stars
and the warmth of your skin in the cold seawater
how the phosphorescence coated our bodies
as we swam together,
the salty tang of the ocean and your fingers up my spine
and us glowing like soft stars in the night
i remember how i wished it could last forever
now i wonder if the tides and my tears
were so different after all
Masquerade Villanelle IILife is a masquerade.Masquerade Villanelle II3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You're only safe when in disguise.
Remove your mask and be betrayed.
There's every reason to be afraid
A stranger's frozen face, flashing eyes,
Life is a perilous masquerade.
A look sharp as a tempered blade.
Honeyed wordsdo not listen to their lies.
If you remove your mask you'll be betrayed.
Dance, smile, and nod; a silent shade,
Hide deep your heart and beware of spies.
Life is a dance, a whirling masquerade.
Difficulty comes with your temper frayed
Take courage, and let no one hear your cries.
Dare you remove your mask, risk being betrayed?
Discover who you are, before you fade.
But keep part of yourself secret, if you are wise.
Life is nothing but an unending masquerade
Remove your mask and be betrayed.
EEnE's NBC-chapter 1EEnE's NBC-chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
October 31. Halloween night. The night when ghosts and goblins come out to play. The night when young children obtain massive amounts of candy by going door to door in costumes. To some kids, the greatest night of the year. And then there are others who dont exactly have the same idea . . .
In a small town of Peach Creek, a young junior high student by the name of Eddy had just gotten home after serving his almost daily routine of detention. He remembered how the same thing had happened on last Halloween. But this Halloween was going to be different. Because Eddy had made the bold decision that he and his two friends, Ed and Edd (known to everyone as Double D) would not be trick-or-treating that year.
Eddy was completely disgusted by Halloween after what had happened last year. He had fallen for another one of his older brothers stupid jokes (the so-called map to Spook-E-Ville ended up sending the three friends in a big circle), and he and Double D had been beat
supernovae"Wouldn't it be great if we could watch a star explode?"supernovae2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It was just like her to say that. The violence of another world's ending was, to her, poetic. If our own sun exploded, I think she'd open up her arms to embrace it.
"I don't know that I'd want to be that close," I said.
"That's the cool part. You wouldn't have to be." But she still didn't think we were close enough.
That was how we always ended up like this, sitting in a car, driving to nowhere, with nothing but the sound of the tires on the highway and the company of the stars above us. She couldn't sit still long enough to color in the details, so we never did. We just kept driving.
She leaned back in the passenger seat and kicked her feet up, staring at the ceiling of the car as if it wasn't there.
"When stars exploded a long time ago, they painted pictures of them and wondered if the gods were looking down on them. What do you think we'll do when we get to see one?"
"Take a picture."
She shot an expression at me that I
Ninja Santaninja santa in the nightNinja Santa5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
silent while you're sleeping tight
slipping down the chim-a-nee
hiding in the christmas tree
ninja santa in the dark
eating cookies while you hark
the harold angels sing along
singing funny chistmas songs
wash the cookies down with milk
santa moves smooth as silk
leaving presents wrapped all nice
flying through the snow and ice
dasher, dancer, prancer, too
ninja santa's raindeer crew
ninja master old saint nick
ninja elves are sidekicks
a present for the first noel
jingle jingle ninja bells
he comes prepared with mistletoe
ninja santa -- ho ho ho
Bearer of the Scythe 6Bearer of the Scythe 610 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Are you daft, mon? There's no way I can give up the scythe, especially not in YOUR hands! Great, just kid around with me like you always do, why dont'cha?
I'm not kidding. All you have to give me is your scythe and you're free to go.
Nothing doing, Mandy.
Mandy frowns and is getting more than a little ticked the way things aren't going smoothly as she planned it. But she was expecting something like this and went on with her backup plan.
Then how about I challenge you for it? If I win, I get the scythe.
Grim: (smiling sarcastically at Mandy)
And what's in it for me, hmm?
If you win, you get your freedom, and you get me.
Grim: (puzzled and a little interested)
What do you mean?
That's right, you'd be free, and you get to take me along, to do with as you please.
Grim suddenly stops and ponders about Mandy's offer. Here's his chance to finally be set free AND get back at this little tyrant
Bearer of the Scythe 2Bearer of the Scythe 210 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Grim sits down on the floor in front of Billy, placing the scythe across his lap. He clears his throat and holds the scythe, showing it to Billy as if in presentation.
What you call a stick is actually a very important symbol of power in the underworld. I guess you'd be just about stupid enough to play mindlessly with a relic like this!
Billy: (pronouncing the new word with great difficulty)
What's a reliicccchhhh? Is that like pickles or coleslaw?
Grim: (sighs and ignores Billy's comment)
It's a sacred object that grants power to its wielder. And definitely doesn't belong in your grubby little hands.
Grim turns his attention back to the scythe. He goes on and tells Billy what powers the scythe grants the bearer. It has the power to open portals to different dimensions, such as the underworld, the gates of heaven, the realm of mortals, and other places governed by other laws that defy physics and are beyond the finite comprehension of the human mind.
Bearer of the Scythe 4Bearer of the Scythe 410 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next day, the three once again gathered at Billy's house. Billy and Grim are occupied with a new racing video game, Hyper Turtle Wacky Racing. As usual, Grim is losing really badly, fiddling about with his control pad in vain in order to turn his player around from going the wrong way.
Hee-hee! Doi! Eat my dust Grim!!
This game cheats, like everything else you make me play! In my world, we trained and raced bats! Now that took real skill and strategy!
Billy crosses the finish line and bounces up and down in joy. Grim throws down his controller, folds his arms and pouts. Mandy, lying on the couch behind the two, nudges forward to speak to Grim.
Say Grim, you promised you'd be our best friend for all eternity, right?
The biggest mistake of my afterlife yet.
What do you say if I told you there's a way we can forget all of that and you could be free?
Grim's eye sockets widen. He can
EEnE's NBC-chapter 15EEnE's NBC-chapter 157 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Another news report was flooding through Peach Creek, but it was definitely different from the one before.
Good news, folks. Santa Claus, the one and only, has finally been spotted. Old Saint Nick appears to be traveling at supersonic speed. He's setting things right, bringing joy and cheer wherever he goes. Yes folks, Kris Kringle has pulled it out of the bag and delivered Christmas to excited children all over the world!
In Halloween Town, the citizens were just waking up. And they had a big surprise waiting for them. The Mayor drove into town in his car, Sally sitting next to him. Jack was riding on the front of the car, Zero flying next to it. The Stouthearted Eds were sitting on the top of the car with Lock, Shock, and Barrel.
Its very safe to say that the townspeople were pleased by this.
Chorus: La, la, la, (etc.)
Jack's okay, and he's back, okay
Child Corpse, Chorus: He's all right
Mayor, Chorus: Let's shout, make a
Bearer of the Scythe 5Bearer of the Scythe 510 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Are you serious?? What? Whatever it is I'll do it!
Mandy slaps Grim in the face and tells him to pipe down. Grim fixes his head so his chin doesn't point to the ceiling and listens eagerly.
Yeah, you heard me right. I've been thinking, and I feel you've been working for us hard and long enough. You're really helpful for a bag of bones, but we can't expect you to serve us forever until we grow up. And you're needed in the underworld after all. We can just negotiate something and completely forget our little agreement.
Grim: (sniffing in disbelief)
Oh thank you! I never thought it possible, but you actually have a heart inside of you! I'll do anything! Just name it!
All I ask is that I have a little something to remember you by, and we can part ways.
Grim eagerly starts offering his belongings one by one. He enthusiastically presents all sorts of stuff to her: from the useful, to the creepy, to the downright
This games winner is...Bowser TF.This games winner is...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Brushing out the pink eraser smudges off the paper, David, a 16 year old who has a strong passion for art, finally finished his drawing of Roy. Just in time too, as he had gone through yet another pencil. David's mission was to draw every single trophy in the game Super Smash Brothers Melee. A very skilled player at this game, he has unlocked every single trophy possible in the game and drawn out almost all of them onto paper with just a seeming endless supply of pencils. Mountains of crumpled up paper and food items littered the floor of his bedroom, making the actual carpet almost impossible to see.
"Alright, let's see what else I have left to draw." David said to himself. Picking up the controller, he scrolled through the trophy gallery to search for the last one he hadn't drawn out yet. He remembers pretty much every single trophy in the game by memory, what the name of it is, how he got it, even how to draw it out. "Aha! There you are!" He stopped scrolling on to a trop
The Aspie GirlIt was a somewhat peaceful, summer morning weekend here in the little community of Peach Creek as we zoom in on one of the neighborhoods; the Peach Creek Cul-De-Sac. And in the second house on the right of the entrance, thats where we start this story. We see a figure in his room, sleeping in his circular-shaped bed. He was a thirteen boy that seemed to be just a smidge too short for his age and had only three, long strands of dark blue hair on his head.The Aspie Girl7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His name is Eddy Wendell. He was starting to wake up from his slumber, stretching a little as he did; he showed his dark, foggy blue orbs. Eddy noticed what time it was now; seven oclock. He made a little smirk to himself; time to think of a scam for the kids to fall for.
Eddy then proceeded to get himself dressed for the day without any hassle on time. He wore a yellow t-shirt that went right to his waistline. The shirt had a purple collar and a red stripe coming down the right side of his shirt. He wore baggy blue jeans w
Storm Clouds Over Gotham - Part 4"Do you really think it's a good idea bringing her here?" Alfred asked, deep concern in his voice. The butler closed the antique clock, latching it.Storm Clouds Over Gotham - Part 43 years ago in Drama More Like This
Carrying the costumed woman in his arms, Batman started up the stairs to the second floor. "I don't know, but I don't think she would have made it through the night. I couldn't just leave her out there to die." He headed to the guest bedroom nearest his own room. He placed the crimefighter on the bed and then removed her wig and face mask.
The woman’s breathing was ragged, a strange whistling coming with each gasp. “Sounds like pneumonia,” Alfred said, placing his fingers on the woman’s head. "She's dangerously hot. I’ll go get my bag. I’ll probably have to start an i.v., get some antibiotics going.”
“Whatever you need to do,” the Dark Knight agreed.
As the butler left, Bruce pulled off his cowl, studying the woman. She was pretty, and despite being ill, she was well groomed. He p