Jessica Biel TGJessica Biel TG3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mitch had fallen on hard times. He wasn't eating out of a garbage can or anything, but his income was much less than sufficient to live a decent life. He had started to try every which way to get extra money, odd jobs and the like. Eventually he gave up and went looking to the lottery for hope. Mitch honestly had never done a single lottery ticket nor had he any idea how it really worked, but he was desperate.
Mitch went into his local GT Seirots gas station for a ticket. He went up to the counter of the store and was greeted by a gorgeous woman. She was beyond description, he couldn't believe she was working at a gas station, even one as nice as Seirots. "Do you have any lottery tickets?" Mitch said shyly, regretting saying that because now she must know that he is new at this. "Oh sure right over here," replied the woman in the most sultry voice he had ever heard. Mitch followed her down the counter to the little lottery ticket center. There were a million of them he thought, some fo
RS OfficeAU Fic - Margaret's OfficeRS OfficeAU Fic - Margaret's Office3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Margaret Robyn Tanner was always the kind of woman who wore herself well, which, Mordecai figured, was one of the short list of reasons for her great success. She was intimidating, cunning, beautiful, and never took 'no' for an answer. If business was war, Margaret was a walking arsenal. Perhaps the only thing sharper than her attire was her impeccable talent at being one of the most shrewd businesspeople in the city, perhaps in the state.
Maybe that was why Mordecai's palms were always sweating whenever he went to meet with her.
He stood in the elevator, watching the numbers count higher and higher as he felt his stomach sunk lower and lower. He was nervous, as he had every right to be. Even for a guy as straight laced as he was, there's not a person alive who meets with Margaret Tanner and doesn't feel at least a twinge of anxiety.
A bell chimed, signaling his arrival, and he cleared his throat as the bronze elevator doors slid open. Black, well-shined shoes strode against plush carp
You're Not In This Alone Ch.1You're Not In This Alone Ch.14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The camera glinted to the right of the small girl that had laid curled up in a little ball for over four hours. She was pretending to be asleep in case the camera picked up on her petite form... Or at least make those surveying the area think she was dead... To be a Killjoy was a dangerous thing in a new world run by Dracs and the BL/ind corporation. She was told to come to this exact location, an empty building that was once a summer camp in days long passed, to meet with a friend. His name was Mechanical Mayhem and he was also a Killjoy. Just like her.
The whisper caused her eyes to pop open and she heard the camera move away from her body to face the noise. She slowly moved into a crouched position and slipped behind a stack of crates, barely making it before the camera moved back to her. "Mayhem...?" Her whisper sounded too loud and seemed to echo in the silence. Silence surrounded her for what seemed to her like forever. Silver waited, Staying completely still until she h
How do you say goodbye?How do you say goodbye?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Three days after you started to die,
when it was just you and me,
and while your tongue roamed restlessly
inside your drooping mouth,
I asked how
do you say goodbye?
Do we hold hands -
your baby-soft grip already receding back
and out to sea, with the winking
calm of a rip laying itself
flat, while the surges of your fasiculations
in the shallow grooves of your ribs.
Do we say the words we already know -
I can see the delay
of words from your brain to your tongue,
and your sunken chest
heaving with measured words and
Do I study your face, to remember -
of your eyes are already drifting
half to sleep,
your waterlogged body bobbing, undecided
on the sea or the clouds.
GraceGrace5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shower me with your elegance, your wonderful beauty and grace.
The echos of your voice, flood and infiltrate this place.
Compassion like a map, leading you back to home.
Understanding in a friend, giving you the strength to roam.
In the spaces we lie, so sure of the walls we build.
Maybe someday, the breadth of your being fulfilled.
Dedicated to my WatchersDedicated to my Watchers5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As some of you know I issued a challenge for myself in my newest journal. With many fun and imaginative suggestions from some of my deviously devious friends...
Here are the pieces that were inspired by you.
Perfect little circle
Through which life feeds
Umbilical link to perfection
Forming fetal in the womb
Heavy metal dangles
Causing infection to the core
That rotten center
From which love once bloomed
When Gay Unicorns Die
two unicorns battle
epic in hues of gay and gayer
slashed through the jugular
blood arcs out in crimson rainbows
alas the gayest unicorn dies
guts like pink fluff spread far
for the evil kittens to play
bouncing in their castle of air
evil as they are
even kittens must bounce when gay unicorns die
When Winter Comes
in trees of green
flashes of fur race time
stashing their dreams
before the winter comes
the squirrels know
that they must protect their nuts!!
in my minds eye i see
My Old Friend and ComradeMy Old Friend and Comrade5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first time that I saw you was within Test Chamber 17.
You were smooth, gleaming with brilliant rays that I could barely open my eyes.
You were beautiful.
You were perfect.
We overcame one obstacle after another.
Your sweet whispers rang like chimes in my ear.
"You're doing great. You'll be out of here in no time."
"The way you tumble through the air was beautiful."
"You are so smart. I couldn't have thought of that."
I indulged myself in your honey voice, like a butterfly hopelessly entranced in the aroma of thousands of flowers.
You were the friend I had been looking for in my life.
She asked me to burn you.
The cold, lifeless voice prodded and poked, like barbed thorns dragging and scraping through my mind.
She thought you could not speak. She thought I could disregard you. She thought you were silent.
But no. You were much more than just a partner. You were a comrade that had travelled with me since the start of the chamber.
You were a friend that cheered me on when I sat in fru
German History Deutsche GeschichteGerman History Deutsche Geschichte3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Die Geschichte der Deutschen - The history of the Germans
5000-4000 BC: Coming from the Caucasus mountains or South Russia, the Indogermanics conquer Europe. Later on they will split up in different tribes: Germanics, Celts, Slavs, Romanics, Greeks, Illyrians, Thracians, Baltics and some more in the middle east. The so called Aryans (old indogermanic for "noble") are also an indogermanic tribe and they conquered the middle east and most of India.
2000 BC: Germanics, Slavs and Celts have still a rather similar culture, they have nearly the same gods, languages and symbols. But soon they will develope own cultures.
1000 BC: The Germanics are now an own ethnicity, they live in South Scandinavia and North Germany. Greek and Roman writers will form the word "Germanen", which was actually the name of a rather small tribe. Ger = spear, Mann = man, the Men with spears.
They have a natural religion and believe in Gods like Odin, Thor, Freia, Baldur, Loki and in mytho
TuesdayTuesday3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A somber raise of the glasses,
the unbroken, yet half empty...
A somber cheers, in memoriam.
The reminder of great loss,
Well known to the uninvolved,
As a mark to remain upon history.
Vindictively vicious was
the scar ever unhealed,
Left upon a body already
mangled and slowly recovering.
How strange, this cycle of affliction.
How off the resemblance of occurrences
O'Lord, my infinite prayers...
to this horrid event in past.
To those taken to their appointed place
here after in the Afterlife.
Those fallen souls may they forever rest...
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
WishWish3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some wish to be rich,
While some wish to be wise.
Some wish to stop that itch,
Others wish of winning a prize.
Some wish to be known,
Some wish they could be a star.
Some wish to sit on the throne,
And some wish that they could hide their scars.
Some wish their life was different,
Some wish their life had ended.
Some wish that they could be indifferent,
Some wish their life could be extended.
We all wish for something,
Maybe one of those mentioned above.
We should work towards that thing,
Even if we wish for just some love.
Have You Ever FeltHave You Ever Felt4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you ever felt alone, in a room full of people?
Have you ever felt dead, when you 're alive?
Have you ever laughed, but cried your heart out on the inside?
Have you ever felt free, But still trapped?
Have you ever felt the need, the big need to
Fake a smile, and act like it's okay?
I have, and I will do
But staying true to yourself, knowing who you are
That is the most important thing, a human can do
You (One Word)- For She Who Holds My HeartYou (One Word)- For She Who Holds My Heart3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Puts the colors in my vision
And I don't know fear at all
Life becomes a clear decision
Makes the darkest rainclouds fall
Everything becomes so clear
And I don't feel so alone
The reason I'm still here
The reason I am home
How do you beat the Devil?How do you beat the Devil?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How do you beat the Devil
when he is everywhere
at the store,
in your bed,
and even in your shower.
he sneaks, he creeps,
he peeps, he leaps,
he's always all about.
Then how do you beat the Devil
when he is everywhere
you fight, you bite,
you kick, you scream,
you even cite the Bible,
Is this how you beat the Devil.
Then why does he still follow
and when you weep and wallow,
he seeps in your sorrow
but when you laugh
he steps back
and when all you love
comes from up above
You see how to defeat the Devil
you fight him at your spirits level.