Let's rememberThe following note is a bit scattered, but I wanted to share some of my memories from Sept 11th. Feel free to share your own experiences below.
Ten years ago today I was standing underneath the vaulting ceiling in Westminster Abby, sketching the face of a marble angel on the tomb of a young woman. His empty, opaque eyes were focused on the upturned face of the girl he was reaching out to. He had a beautiful face. The sculptor had captured a sense of peace in the pale, frozen features, and I wanted very much to capture it. I remember my neck beginning to hurt from looking up when my sister came hurrying up to me. "We have to go," she said urgently. "Dad said something really bad happened in New York." My family found each other and huddled together as my dad briefly explained what had happened. A priest had approached him and, after asking if he was an American, had told him the news. My dad had had to go to a pub down the street in order to watch (the second tower fell as soon as the b
[Justice, or Just Us?][Justice, or Just Us?][Justice, or Just Us?]10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
For hundreds of years, the kingdom of Zildran and it’s people have prospered.
Known throughout the land for their kind, loving, caring, and compassionate way of life, they have made no enemies for as long as their castle walls have stood.
Unthreatened for nearly a third of a millennia, the kingdom has remained unguarded, unprotected, and untargeted by the surrounding barbarian clans.
Many kingdoms have fought against each other in wars lasting as long as Zildran has remained at peace, but never once has Zildran fallen under siege by rival forces.
One of the most significant reasons for this is the utmost respect and admiration that the other kingdoms have for Zildran and it’s inhabitants.
Whenever a soldier from a bordering kingdom is wounded in battle, they are taken to Zildran for medical treatment. It matters not who they are, where they hail from, or what purpose they are fighting for; All men and women are created equal in Zildranian eyes.
Retreating Forward[Retreating Forward]Retreating Forward11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The boy, he sits, on his bed alone
A heavy burdened tear drips from his eye,
It streaks down his face, sealing his lips,
The only question he wants to ask is, Why?
Countless bruises cover his tattered, torn skin,
But the worst of them all are the bruises within,
Bludgeoned inside, He holds himself tight,
Because he knows that no one else will, tonight,
And alone he remains, questioning his existence,
Silence he sustains, the path of least resistance,
He tears at his scabs, digging for the truth,
Searching for answers in his diminishing youth,
His shell is broken, beaten, discarded,
His mind creates comfort, inside now guarded,
He picks himself up, and stands on his own,
Oblivious to conversion, no longer alone,
His wounds heal with time, focused is his mind,
Settled, resolved, his confidence redesigned,
He walks to the door, extinguishing fear,
Entering only to escape, the answers, now clear.
- Written By: Bruggush -
TLK What if Nala...TLK What if Nala...2 years ago in Drama More Like This
TLK What If
Simba paced back and forth in the green grass. He'd just seen Nala again for the first time in years, and he'd gotten in a fight with her.
"She's wrong." Simba tried to convince himself, "I can't go back." Crickets chirped but he paid no attention. After all the time he'd spent running from his past, how could he turn and face it, what good would it do anybody?
"What would it prove anyway?" He asked out loud, the grass flattened from his pacing. "You can't change the past!" He forced the often used excuse he had used so many times. His father, was gone, despite their promise.
"You said you'd always be there for me!" He yelled turning to the staring night sky, pain then shadowed his voice. " and it's because of me." Simba's head hung in pain, his main covering his agony. "It's my fault," he choked, "It's my fault." Simba sobbed, his hind legs collapsing to a sitting position.
Nala paced through the lush jungle, fuming, What had happened to the Simba she had grown
MagicianMagicianMagician3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Once you find love, you're supposed to hold on.
But how am I supposed to?
If he lives within the pages of myth.
He's charmed me so, I fell fast and hard, but yet I cannot reach him.
Most girls dream of heroes and princes.
I dream of a magician.
He's too tall, too skinny, too clumsy, too incompetent, too old,
And his nose is far too big.
But I love him.
As far as lovers go, we're perfect.
Oh my dear Magician,
Cast another spell.
Turn fantasy into reality.
I don't even care if you fail,
Like you have so many times before.
Try to become real.
For our love.
For what could be.
I want to dwell in your green eyes,
This barrier between us keeps me away from them.
I want to hear the stories of your life that you've led,
So many years and eons,
Cursed to be young forever.
Tell me about your failures, your past loves,
Just come lie here with me,
..::Dark's Information - RP Chracter::..Name - Ookami Akuma..::Dark's Information - RP Chracter::..8 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Nickname ( s ) - Dark
Age - 17
Sex - Male
Preference - Both
Personality - Serious, rude, cold, loyal, protective, loving, caring, sweet
Height - 6'5''
Weight - 200
Status - Taken by Teren ( :icontoneno: 's character )
Pets - None
Species - Shadow Demon Wolf
Occupation - None
Other - Likes to play the flute, he tends to make things. He sings sometimes, as well as draw. Dark is rather strange, being completely rude to those he doesn't know, unless they hit the right nerve, but then being the most caring Demon there is. He rarely makes friends, most people hating him because he is a Demon.
Likes - Playing his flute, drawing, singing, his friends, his family, attention from those he cares about
Dislikes - Being alone, nightmares, those who hurt those he loves
Fears - Being alone, most nightmares, losing his entire family
Weapons - Katar ( a triple-bladed dagger ) , daggers, knives
Other Forms - Neko, Demon Wolf, Wolf, Shadow, Shadow Wolf
Favorite Colors - Black, silver,
A Day In The LifeSunken eyes betrayA Day In The Life8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
shame and hopelessness as I
forage for glory.
An Amazingly MareShe’s an amazingly beautiful mare,An Amazingly Mare8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Black mane wreathes a lovely face.
I somehow managed not to stare,
But I certainly couldn’t keep pace.
She’s an amazingly beautiful mare,
And yet, we’re on a walk.
She’s an amazingly warm-hearted mare,
Concerned with my lonely life.
I can’t imagine why she’d care.
That I’ve no hope of finding a wife.
She’s an amazingly warm-hearted mare,
It seems she’s warming mine.
She’s an amazingly mischievous mare,
Each word makes me quickly blush!
She’s saying things I’d never dare!
And my heart, like a fool, starts to rush!
She’s an amazingly mischievous mare,
And I am easily teased.
She’s an amazingly sensitive mare,
Runs off at a word misplaced.
She up and left without a glare,
And back to the forest she raced.
She’s an amazingly sensitive mare,
And here am I, afraid.
Season of ChangeCrushing autumn leavesSeason of Change8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
under tender fingertips;
I reach for new life.
My thoughts on cutie marksAs with any fantasy story, there are certain concepts and ideas which set those stories apart from others and give them a unique feel. In the world of MLP, the cutie marks are one of those concepts. When the show first started, and I started being introduced to this world, I was, at first, interested by this concept. The idea of having an individual mark to represent one's place in life and what they were best at was an intriguing idea and one which had a lot fo potential for telling interesting stories.My thoughts on cutie marks7 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
And indeed, over the course of the show, many of the episodes focusing on this concept had a lot of interesting things to say, mostly concerned with the lesson that things should not be forced, nor rushed before their appropriate time. In most of these episodes, the cutie marks and attainment of them, have been central to the characters of the Cutie Mark Crusaders, Applebloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, all of whom have been trying to find their marks and discover what their place in
Bait and SwitchBougainvillea bloomsBait and Switch8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and tall, shaded ferns disguise
this sorrowful life.
character design sheetPlease read the Artist's Comments below before you attempt to use this design sheet.character design sheet3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
CHARACTER DESIGN SHEET
Fill in all the spaces after the colons. I know, there are a lot of them, but don't be intimidated.
You can do it!
What the name means:
Symbol (ex: sweets for L from Death Note, or skulls for Death the Kid from Soul Eater):
Inspirations/derivations (if any):
Mary Sue Alert Level (low, medium, high, or RED ALERT):
Facial characteristics (eye color, shapes of nose, mouth, face shape, etc):
Hair color and styling:
Tattoos/scars/other distinguishing marks:
Body type and skin color:
Species (if not human):
Voice(how it sounds):
Weapon of choice (if applicable):
Character strengths and talents:
Fun with CleverbotUser: Touch me ;D.Fun with Cleverbot4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Cleverbot: I can not.
User: TOUCH ME.
Cleverbot: I have to go.
User: No you don't!!! TOUCH ME.
Cleverbot: Yes I do.
Cleverbot: Can you fly a plane?
User: Poke poke!
User: *pokes back*.
Cleverbot: *pokes back*.
User: *poke poke*.
Cleverbot: *pokes in stomach*
User: XDDDDDDD HA! *pokes forehead*
Cleverbot: *pokes nose*
User: *pokes neck*
Cleverbot: *pokes forehead*
User: *pokes nose*
Cleverbot: *strokes hair*.
User: Whooooaaa thar big boy. ;D
Cleverbot: That is me.
User: Yes, it is. ;D
Cleverbot: Question, what do you think of Obama?
User: Who cares?! *slaps*
Cleverbot: What is your name?
Cleverbot: My favorite song is About a Girl by The Academy Is.
User: Sing the Llama Song!
Cleverbot: That song rocks!
User: SING IT!
Cleverbot: Fly me to the Moon, and let me Play Amoung the Stars!
User: Smart ass.
Cleverbot: Foolish program, mi
Into the LightThe moon tonight is, simply, a white noteInto the Light2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
adrift, spinning. It patiently tracks the breeze
on the edge of genesis, floating in motes
of static. On the surface, it seems at ease.
Light filters through oak leaves and coats
its thrall, the summer heat's slow weave
through the river's margins to the throat
of the sea. Small fish leap up to tease
the moon tonight. Simply, this white note
rotates its body like thread released
from reel, alters its position over nodes
WindowsThe entry to the soul,Windows2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the objects that always tell the truth.
Eyes that judge.
Eyes that love.
Eyes that hate.
Eyes that wait.
That simple orb,
with an array of color.
Eyes that are cruel.
Eyes that are perfect.
Eyes that are regretful.
Eyes that are broken.
eyes are never the same,
be it emotion or color.
Eyes that close.
Eyes that open.
Eyes that freeze.
Eyes that burn.
That simple color-filled orb,
that shows the soul filled with love,
or that can be cold as ice.
Eyes that are filled with hope.
Eyes that are filled with confusion.
Eyes that are filled with sadness.
Eyes that are filled with nothing.
As bright as day,
but as cold as ice.
Eyes are that small window
into the soul,
that we always try to hide.
drarry 1Paybackdrarry 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harry watched worriedly as Hermione bent over her cauldron and added another ingredient.
are you sure you want to do this? Harry asked her uneasily. He knew she was still pissed from when Ron had cheated off her in a test but this
Yes. Ron must PAY! Hermione looked up, half-crazed, at her raven haired friend. Harry didnt know exactly what she was planning but, knowing Hermione, it wasnt going to be good for Rons mental health. All he knew was that it involved Polyjuice potion and Draco Malfoy. He kept watching her totter around, muttering to herself, until the bell rang and he left for his class.
Ron was pissed. It was his birthday for heavens sake! He should NOT have to get up before noon at least! The only incentive was that he got to go to the quidditch world cup later that holiday. He grumbled as he pulled himself out of bed, got dressed, and trotted down the stairs to the expected surprise party.
Wizard of OzWomen fighting over red shoes -- predictable.Wizard of Oz3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Open WoundsOpen Wounds1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
life is but an open wound
forever drowining us
people are foolish
to think that they can stop us
but they cant
each one of us is filled with flaws
good and bad
we are different
yet the same
no one can truely see
what we see
they will never understand
there might be others like us
but we are alone
A Real MasterpieceA Real Masterpiece1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look, a quote I stole!
In black and white type!
This took my heart and soul,
It deserves the hype!
Character Profile FormCharacter Profile Form7 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Meaning of name:
Origin of name:
Socioeconomic level as a child:
Socioeconomic level as an adult:
Most important childhood event that still affects him/her:
Other memories/events that still affects him/her and why/how:
Past failures s/he would be embarrassed to have people know about and why:
Biggest role model:
Biggest disillusions from childhood: