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 Y7 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 calmSoldier6 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 Light4 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, DDNOS5 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
MagicianMagicianMagician5 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 Come3 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. "
Ice-cream Mayhem (Nagito x Reader)Ice-cream Mayhem (Nagito x Reader)8 months ago in Romance More Like This
Today was the best day of your entire life. Why? Well you see a tragic event happened, this incident was so despair indulging you almost didn't know what to do! The hope in you had practically been decimated when you received the outrageously, terrible news.... An ice cream parlor you adored is going out of business! However! Before you could be consumed by despair you learned that they were selling there heavenly ice cream for half price! Of course you had to use the splendid opportunity to buy as much as you and your best friend/crush Nagito Komaeda could push in a cart.
“Thanks for the help Nagito, there was no way I could possible carry twenty gallons of ice cream by myself! Haha You are a life saver!” You said ecstatically as you opened the garage door. Nagito let out a sigh as he followed you into the garage though as he did had to give you a questioning look.
Flutter, Flutter (Nagito Komaeda X Shy!Reader)Flutter, Flutter (Nagito Komaeda X Shy!Reader)11 months ago in Romance More Like This
(A/N: Listen to this as you read. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r7nUO9P0ILs)
It's been about a week since you were brought to this island, courtesy of Usami, along with 16 other students. Everyone seemed nice to you, but there was just one little problem.
You were absolutely shy, might as well say extremely anti-social.
Even though you were the SHSL Poet, your way with words didn't flow as well as it would on paper, and others seemed to notice this.
Ibuki would always try to push you into social events, like parties and hangouts, but the nightlife just didn't quite feel right. At the very least, you could speak a little with Mikan, but even she felt awkward speaking with you. It wasn't until today, that you would find the possible solution in someone, who ruffled you the wrong way.
"Ibuki thinks you should join us for the fireworks display!" exclaimed the musician, poking and prodding your shoulder. She's been jabbing that one spot for about two minutes, that
FlyingDaemon watched Lucivar fly over the open field, filled equally with awe and apprehension. They hadn't known each other long- it had been long enough to start brawls and escape their Queens together, but not long enough to actually trust each other with their secrets. Despite that, Daemon felt an instinctive connection with Lucivar. There was something, some spark that connected them. Daemon was too afraid to ask, too worried that it was his imagination, that his life as a pleasure slave was causing him to crack much sooner than expected, so he watched Lucivar and tried to piece it all together.Flying9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lucivar never looked more at ease than when he was flying, not even when he was asleep. Daemon would know- he spent as much time as he could spare watching Lucivar, whether he be eating, flying, or brawling. There was something about how young Lucivar looked while sleeping, and in the way he tilted his head when he laughed, and in
Pixel TheifChapter 4: EyesPixel Theif1 year 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
Plot Prose IIIPlot Prose III4 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
Retreating Forward[Retreating Forward]Retreating Forward3 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 -
AltMal--TimingAltMal--Timing7 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
character design sheetPlease read the Artist's Comments below before you attempt to use this design sheet.character design sheet5 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!
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Inspired CoolnessInspired Coolness5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"How do you want your makeup done for the talent show, Scootaloo," Sweetie Belle asked as she puzzled over her design sheet. Scootaloo scratched her chin as she thought it over.
It had been late at night when Scootaloo had snuck out of her home to get some practice on her scooter without having to worry about the crowds. She had gone past Sugar Cube Corner a few minutes back when she saw something surprising, it was a griffon in an alley beating up a wall.
Scootaloo had snuck up to get a closer look; she heard the griffon angrily muttering between punches. Scootaloo was almost close enough to make out what she was saying when she accidentally kicked a tin can.
The griffon whipped around and was in Scootaloo's face before she even realized she'd made a mistake. "Who are you, what do you want," the griffon had demanded. "Can't you ponies leave me alone for two minutes!?"
Scootaloo could only stare at her piercing eyes, the markin
Pixel TheifChapter One: Closer than expectedPixel Theif1 year 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
WindowsThe entry to the soul,Windows4 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 17 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.
I Love YouI saw her every day,I Love You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But when she looked at me
I looked away.
I was in love,
But afraid to say it.
I was nothing to her,
And for her heart
I was unfit.
I saw him every day,
But when he looked at me
I looked away.
I was in love,
But not right for him.
He was too bright;
I was too dim.
I saw her every day,
But when I saw myself in her eyes
I looked away;
I was scared.
Did she see me?
Does she care?
I saw him every day,
But when I matched his sight
I looked away;
I was in fright.
My cheeks were red.
Did he see me?
Does he care?
I saw her every day,
Yet we moved further away.
I was accepting the truth:
I wasn't for you.
I saw him every day,
Yet never had the courage to say:
I love you.
What would he do?
I saw her yesterday;
For the last day of my life.
She'd left without a trace
Before I could even say...
I saw you yesterday;
For the last day of my life.
You'd left without a trace
Before I could ever say...
The Passing of the DreamNinety-seven years since the taint had been destroyed. Saetan, Daemon, Surreal, Lucivar and Marian had hardly changed. Daemonar was a fine man, much like his father. His younger sister, Maria, looked like her mother. The coven and the boyos from the short-lived races were aging. No, old. Some had died, from old age or assassinated by people with their own ambitions.The Passing of the Dream10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jaenelle had birthed two lovely girls and a boy. One of the girls and the boy had been named Jared and Lia for those who had helped them save the Realms. The three of them had had seven children between them.
But Jaenelle had aged.
For weeks, she had been refusing to see him. She's suddenly beenů scared of him, as if she was afraid of his sudden rejection. She hardly looked worse than she had been weeks ago. But, as he had told her so many years ago, the flesh didn't matter to him. It was only a way to house what was beneath the skin.
And no matter how old she was, Witch still resided there.
Finally, Jaenelle had accepted S
plot prose IIplot prose II4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"You wanted to see me?" Emily slid quietly around the door, shutting it with a soft click behind her. Will was not where she usually found him in the chair by the fire, but instead was standing in front of the hearth, arms crossed and head bent to stare into the flames.
He didn't look up, and didn't speak right away, choosing to wait until she was close enough to hear him mutter "You're a fool for doing this, you know."
She stood beside him and assumed a similar position, chin tucked into her chest, admiring the warm flash of colour the fire was reflecting on her satin slippers.
"You'll be unfit to marry again, you know. For this to work we cannot possibly have it safely annulled without scandal. You'll be destitute if you try."
She sighed. "I understand the consequences," she said, turning slightly to look at him. "But you've promised my father and I that you will take responsibility for me and take care of me, and that's more than I can hope for."
Will sneered. "How do you know?" he
Fun with CleverbotUser: Touch me ;D.Fun with Cleverbot6 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
Graffiti I: Butterflies Tabitha Walker had never been so nervous.Graffiti I: Butterflies4 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