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
I A M C R A Z YIm. Im not crazy. Im not. Im not.. I swear. Im not. Im really, really not. Its not so much that. Its not that people accuse me of it, no, people dont accuse me of being crazy. Its more or less that. Indirectly, the looks people give me they make me think, make me see whats playing in their head. Interesting, isnt it? It is. I can understand what people are thinking. It I can hear them. I can hear them call me crazy in their heads. Im not. Im not crazy.I A M C R A Z Y6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Albeit, I have done some pretty some pretty strange things. All the times Ive seen someones lip curl when they see me pass by . Arrogant; Ive heard people call me that. Arrogant and disbelieving in my obviously psychotic mannerisms. Axioms, they say it is an axiom that my psychosis of slaughter is directly related to my schizoid behaviors.
SoldierThe soldier is calmSoldier5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ready to pull the trigger
On his brother
On his daughter
On his father
On his mother
The blood runs down their faces
They ask why
Being innocent was their only crime
With no explanation, they are left to die.
They are left to die
The soldier carries his gun
Shoots down civilians.
Who got caught on the front lines.
No explanation needed
The soldier will kill
To "protect us"
Even if it costs other's lives
Lives they should have.
But they were in front of the bullet.
That's the only reason why they died.
Just a gun on the front lines
Ready to die for "us"
Meaning that corrupted organization we call government.
I don't blame only you.
Fear spreads through us.
But we lean on our politicians
And pray they kill those terrorists
Like they hurt us.
The excuse for oil
So the soldier looks down the barrel of his
Into the LightThe moon tonight is, simply, a white noteInto the Light3 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
Multiple vs. MPD, DID, DDNOSRogan: Hey Sneak. We're multiple, right?Multiple vs. MPD, DID, DDNOS4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Rogan: So, does that mean we must have Multiple Personality Disorder, Dissociative Identity Disorder, or Dissociative Disorder Not Otherwise Specified?
Sneak: Nope! Not at all!
Rogan: Care to elucidate on that?
Sneak: Sure! First of all, we flunk the diagnostic criteria for MPD or DID.
Rogan: *claps hands to face* Gasp! How can that be?
Sneak: Easy. To have DID or MPD, you don't just rent out your mental real estate. People have to take over control of the body, and you have to have trouble remembering important things. We fulfill the first and second parts, but our memory problems are pretty much negligible
MagicianMagicianMagician4 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,
Adventures to Come"Hello, Sherlock Holmes," the Doctor says quietly. He looks at the baby, a half-smile tugging at his mouth. "Bit different now, isn't it? You don't-" he picks the infant up, holds him close to his chest so Sherlock's enormous grey eyes are close to his. "-You don't know me yet. But you will."Adventures to Come2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The baby yawns, then smiles happily at the Doctor, grabbing for his nose with clumsy little fingers. "Ammapana! Awawaa'a."
"Yes, you will." he shifts Sherlock's weight. "You and I, we're going to have some adventures. You have a great life ahead of you, Sherlock." He smiles and breathes in the new-baby smell on Sherlock's wispy curls, bouncing the baby slightly. Sherlock giggles. "Yes, you're going to be a great man someday."
"Doctor?" Sherlock says, plucking at a tweed jacket sleeve. "You'll take me with you, won't you?"
The Doctor ruffles the boy's hair. "Take you where?"
"Wherever you're going. In your box. Take me on adventures!"
"Sherlock..." the Time Lord says, sitting on the boy's bed. "
Pixel TheifChapter 4: EyesPixel Theif3 months ago in Romance More Like This
-I woke up hearing a scream, and turned to see Bodil shaking and crying in his sleep, yet he didn’t stop screaming.-
“Bodil?! Bodil wake up! It’s ok!”-I said as I tried to shake him awake-“Come on Bodil snap out of it!”-He was starting to calm down-“Bodil…?”-No response, I noticed that his chest was not moving, that’s when my heart almost stopped, Bodil was entering suspended animation.-“BODIL!?!?! Please Bodil wake up! I can’t lose you like this!”
-I started crying and I had no idea what to do, until I remembered a tip that my First Aid teacher told us that when a person enters suspended animation, the person is basically in a very deep sleep, including their organs and brain, so that a sudden jolt has the possibility of awakening them.-
“I’m sorry for this Bodil but I can’t lose you.”-I raised my hand up and gave Bodil the most painful purple nurple
AltMal--TimingAltMal--Timing6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Darkness had a talent for swallowing entire cities back then. Fought by candles, flickering flames scared away the monsters that surely lurked behind the curtain of onyx that descended upon streets that bustled in the daylight hours. Only a certain few actually roamed about at this time of night. Everyone else was tucked away in their beds, dreaming peacefully, or rolling fitfully through nightmares. Not even the dogs barked this late at night.
Those who dared to disturb the quiet that settled over Jerusalem were few and far between and whispered their necessary conversations, as if speaking at a normal volume would shatter the veil of silence.
Guards patroled, surely, and the clanking of their armour sounded almost like tinkling bells in the dark. It was quite nearly a lullabye for those who were awake to hear it. An expected sound, that if it ever stopped, would result in a restless night. However, most of those lovely men had taken to any particular corner of stone to lean and drift
Plot Prose IIIPlot Prose III3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You've got to jump, Em."
Her head snapped to look at him, and he could see the pure panic in her eyes. "I can't swim!" she exclaimed. "I'll drown!"
His hand grabbed hers and he could feel it shaking beneath his touch. "You will be safer in there than you will be if you stay here," he explained. "I'll be with you, I won't let you drown."
He heard Moreau's gunshot that signalled the lighting of the fuse, and he knew they didn't have much time before the surface beneath them was blown into bits. Yet Emily's eyes were still searching the murky depths that awaited her, trying to find an end to the supposed abyss.
"It's got to be now," Will insisted, pulling at her hand. Her fingers tangled with his fearfully and she half turned into him, wishing that somehow this act would return them to a safer, peaceful moment.
He could feel fear emanating from her, and lowered his head to her ear, hoping to dispel it. "Of all the times you put your blind faith in me," he said, "now would be the appropri
Hymn of the Four HorsemenKings, bear you silence, listen for the sirens;Hymn of the Four Horsemen12 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Queens, bear you silence, listen for the alarum;
Men and children, bear you silence, listen for the gales.
They come on swift winds, those horsemen four
Bearing gifts of death, on trampled hooves they roar
Through the air, those four cometh
Of the land, those four cometh
And the sea, o\' the whole wide horizon
They come on swift winds, those horsemen four.
Great plagues follow quick, of those horsemen four
Loosening the life through thick pit sores
Along the night, those four cometh
Renowned and imfamed, those four cometh
And the diseased piled high o\' the horizon
They come on swift winds, those horsemen four.
War and famine burn brightly, of those horsemen four
The hungry dying quietly from bloody war
From the Heavens, those four cometh
O, the despair, those four cometh
Fires burn, Lo! Scorching o' the horizon
They come on swift winds, those horsemen four.
O, how they ride and screech, those horsemen four;
O, how they call! A thunderous
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 marks1 year 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
drarry 1Paybackdrarry 16 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.
Retreating Forward[Retreating Forward]Retreating Forward2 years 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 -
Epitaph for an Old Italian WomanWe walk into the apartment building. The building for old people.Epitaph for an Old Italian Woman2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It smells like old people.
We silently take the elevator to the second floor; her room is 205. Mom has the key, so she opens the door. The apartment is so empty. No little old ladies with white hair and a waggling crooked finger.
There's still newspaper on the floor by the door. Mom and I remove our shoes and put them on the newspaper, lest her ghost throw shoes at us. Or, maybe, hit us with a broom. She never did it to me, but Mom says she used to.
The pantry is full of food; mostly Fig Newtons. We always brought her Italian cookies when we came to visit, but she'd make us eat them while we were there. We would insist they were for her, but what good were cookies without someone to share them with? Italian cookies, Fig Newtons, and tea.
The cookie jar on the counter is full of tea bags. You could never have Italian cookies and Fig Newtons without
Slendermane tale : not the sameSlendermane tale : not the same9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Authors note : I want you all to know that the art I did was for a friend and due to me not having anything to put up for valentine's day it gave me some inspiration to do this. but i hope you all like it.)
Near the ever free forest stood a little Alicorn pony of the age of 16. Her coat was pure white with a mane of black, along with a circle with a x over it for her cutie mark. Her name was S.e.n, and she was the daughter of the Slendermane, and today she was planning on meeting with someone that was near and dear to her heart. One that she knew as a filly at the age of 8.
"Oh when is he getting here" S.e.n said to herself as she paced back and forth watching the fall leaves flout to the ground on the chilly afternoon.
An hour has pasted and S.e.n was about to think he forgot, until she was a familiar unicorn coming from the bushes. He wore metal goggles with metallic gold on them that matched with his hooves, his coat a very light green, along with a dark greenish blue mane and tail
Season of ChangeCrushing autumn leavesSeason of Change2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
under tender fingertips;
I reach for new life.
The Mary-Sue Complaints Checklist IndexWelcome to The Mary-Sue Complaints Checklist! Got a complaint about a character trait, or a plot device? Maybe it's more of a writing style pet peeve. Come on in and read why these specific "traits" aren't necessarily "Mary-Sueish" or "bad writing".The Mary-Sue Complaints Checklist Index2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Before you read any farther, it would probably be best to read my "Mary-Sue: Who is She?" series first before reading any of these because my definition of Mary-Sues are quite different from anything I've read by anyone else. I'm quite open-minded, so if you have a gorgeous, powerful character with a tragic past, I would accept it without automatically declaring it a Mary-Sue.
These are the chapters I have written or am planning to write. If I have submitted the subject, I have put links in this index itself, so just hover over the subject you want to read, and click on it. If you feel I have missed something, by all means, let me know and I'll either add on here, or I'll make a guide for the "Mary
Graffiti I: Butterflies Tabitha Walker had never been so nervous.Graffiti I: Butterflies3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a clear, frosty Monday morning in the month of November, and the bus scheduled to pick her up from her solitary position was already five minutes late. The fifteen year-old shivered against the hard brick of the bus shelter wall, the hood of her jacket her only barrier against the biting breeze that blew in from the open front. Each moment that passed felt like an age, arriving and leaving impossibly slowly; yet this both quelled and irritated her growing fear. On one hand, she definitely did not - in any way whatsoever - wish to face the day ahead; praying for time to decelerate further. Yet she also knew she couldn't avoid this fate that had been chosen for her - it was set in stone now, and she wondered why the inevitable wouldnt just go right ahead and put her out of her misery.
Tabby sighed, breath mushrooming out into t
One of these Knights - 1One of These KnightsOne of these Knights - 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We are getting close, my brother, I can feel it. She let her horse run free three days ago and she cannot hope to outpace us on foot. She needs rest and food and we do not."
The voice, drifting up through the canopy of tree branches, woke me from my light sleep. It was a human voice; or rather it had been a human voice once upon a time. Now it was grey and cold and flat. I suppressed a shudder, willing my muscles into stillness where I lay stretched upon a bough above the trail. Not for the first time I wished I had paid more attention when Brother William tried to teach us about the undead of the Scourge and how to fight them. The intelligence about not needing to rest was unwelcome.
"Well then, what do you intend once we have found her?" This voice was lighter, but no less cold. "We have pursued her for nigh on to two weeks. Shal
Pixel TheifChapter One: Closer than expectedPixel Theif3 months ago in Romance More Like This
-It was just another normal day really, I woke up, sat up, fell asleep again, then two hours later finally awoke. It was a Monday so it is justified… sorta…-
“I need to stop staying up so late, it’s becoming a habit”-I thought-“Crap, I need to record today’s video if I want to go to the arcade with Baki later”
-I got showered, dressed, and got ready to go, until I noticed I could have done this later since I was not going to be seen in the video, so I decided to call ghost on Skype to ask him if he wanted to record some parkour-
“Hey Ghost, do you have any time to record a video? I need to get one done before tonight.”
“Sorry Martin, I can’t right now, I’m going out clubbing but I don’t wanna leave you hanging, so I’ll hook you up with a friend of mine, his name is Simon”-Ghost said-
“Simon…?”-I thought I had heard that na