Meiosis RapAs meiosis begins, replication occurs,Meiosis Rap5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Sister chromatids form, and they appear a blur.
The first prophase comes next; the chromosomes condense.
They become visible and place you in suspense.
The homologous pairs cross over during this.
They do exchange their genes--this just cannot be missed.
The nuclear envelope disappears at the end,
At the same time as the spindle fibers extend.
Metaphase one starts now; chromosomes assemble,
Across the cell's center, and this phase is nimble.
During anaphase one the spindle fibers pull,
These homologous pairs apart like power tools.
Telophase one starts up; cytokinesis gears,
A nuclear envelope may or may not appear.
The cell membrane pinches into two new pieces,
The chromosomes become haploid (process ceases).
Then comes meiosis two, unlike meiosis one,
Replication does not occur--it is not done!
While prophase two lasts, the chromosomes condense,
Spindle fibers appear; nucleus is dispensed.
Metaphase two gets on as chromosomes line up,
The Day I met a Guardian Chapter 2As I walked back into the classroom I kept looking at the necklace the boy had given to me. I kept thinking about what he meant " You got every single detail right," then I remembered the first graders saying the character I named Frost was Jack Frost. Then it all finally clicked into place, the mysterious boy was Jack Frost.The Day I met a Guardian Chapter 21 year ago in Settings More Like This
After school was over I started walking home.
"So did you figure out who I am?".
I turned around and saw him and said " I sure did Jack Frost".
He smiled and responded " Now you see why I was shocked that you could see me?".
"Yeah, I guess you don't really see that many thirteen year olds that still believe.".
Jack walked with me the rest of the way home. He told me what it was like being a guardian. When we finally got to my
Rise of the Guardians,sorta,Bunnymund“What is with these bloody rabbits?” I thought as I tried to walk through the forest “it’s like they’re trying to catch me for some reason!” finally, after I tripped for the 10th time I was pissed “what is with ya? What do ya bloody biters need a lass like me for huh?” I screamed at them and stomped my foot on the ground “and how in the bloody universe did all of you rabbits get here? Its not scientifically possible!!” they just stared at me like nothing was wrong “ugh I give up! You furry menaces win!” I growled, glaring at the group of rabbits “Shoo! getta way befor’ I step on one a ya” I said and stomped on the ground a second time, all of a sudden a hole opened up under me “what the bloody he-“ I fell down before I could finish my sentence “ouch” I moaned trying to stand up “what did those bloody bunnies do? An how did they all think the same exa’ thing?Rise of the Guardians,sorta,Bunnymund1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Hungarian Nocturne - Chapter 1WARNING: Contains contents which some may find offensive; if you do not believe love between two individuals of the same gender is acceptable then please turn away now. : )Hungarian Nocturne - Chapter 15 years ago in Historical More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own these historical figures.
NOTE: This story will be written in Script format with narration done by one of the characters. And PLEASE do not expect absolute historical accuracies in my story; I like to make things up here and there. Thank you, and happy reading.
(Rutkowski is entirely made up for the convenience of the story because I could not find out who it was that introduced Chopin to Liszt. If anyone knows, please leave a comment and let me know. Thanks!)
Delacroix Narration: Chopin arrived in Paris as a homesick young man looking for a place in the big city. With the help of a fellow Polish businessman, who frequented the artistic circles, managed to get an appointment with an already famous pianist.
(Scene shows Chopin walking and checking his pocke
DunedainDunedain4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faring far and wide ,
His sword by side ;
Never resting elsewhere than the wild ,
Light footed and keen eyed.
His only friend was beast and bird ,
Tree and stone his only home ;
The blood of Numenor in him was all but gone.
Proud and grim ,
All in one ;
He answered to noone...
the love poemI wanted to write a poem to you,the love poem4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about the sound of your voice, of the
about the catch between one word
and the next
I wanted to write a poem about the way my hands were so cold
the cigarette burned down and I never felt it, the angry words
were my bones,
I wanted to tell you we are always silenced
like a first kiss, the tentative touch,
of the fumbling hands, the dark
and how if you lived a little closer I would
kiss you properly, the sweetness of words
the morning newspapers
the cigarette lost in the
ashtray, sending smoke signals up
to guide us home
Chapter 6: Meeting Sylvanas In the past, Lordaeron was the capital of the human race. But now, little remains of what once was a great kingdom. On the surface, Lordaeron is barren and in ruins, but beneath the city...Chapter 6: Meeting Sylvanas3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Another kingdom prospers.
The Forsaken built an elaborate network of tunnels and passage ways deep beneath the surface of the city they once called home. They now call it The Undercity.
"Why do I put up with that idiot..." Sylvanas thought to herself as she walked through the halls of her glorious city.
Being the queen and looking out for her people's best interests, she had been researching a way to increase the population of Forsaken. Being undead, they are unable to procreate, which is a significant disadvantage the Forsaken have compared to the other members of the Horde. She had alchemists concoct potions and remedies to raise the dead, which did work, but when the dead came b
Jack Frost!Jack FrostJack Frost!1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
not seen by man nor beast
And yet under all this
Still he cries
Crying to the moon
Crying to his chooser
He wants to be seen
Heeded by man and beast
Seen by the moon
Seen by the people
Returned to him
Returned at great cost
Through fear and darkness
Believes in him
Believes and sees him
Seen by the children
A guardian once lost
A guardian once more
Rise of the Guardians,sortaKIDS!” I yelled upstairs “It snowed!” “YAY!” all three of them rushed down the stairs to the door “wait guys!” I laughed “you need to wear your jackets, if you don’t your parents will kill me” “But Gemma” Jamie whined, “Do we have to?” “Yes you do!” I said bringing out all three jackets “Jack Frost will want to play with you guys” “Whose Jack Frost?” said Ella “You don’t know who Jack Frost is?” I asked, the two out of the three kids shook their heads, I thought I heard a sigh and whipped around to find nothing behind me but a beautiful frost design on the window, “well kids” I began as I traced the design with a finger “Jack Frost is the one who brings us the beautiful snow and ice” “but how Gemma?” Ava asked “do you want to hear his story?” I softly whispered, “Yes! Yes!” all three cried,Rise of the Guardians,sorta1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Frostbitten Love: ProlougeI am one for the cold. I love to go sledding and have snowball fights as well as building snow forts. I always thought that snow happened because of scientific reasons. I did believe in fairytales at least until I became a teen. My life changed from then and I began to think of things in a scientific way. But there are those special ones, those special times where fairytales do come to life, but only to certain people. To the children they are real, and too select few teens and adults these tales are real as well. If it weren't for the children of the world, our planet would fall into chaos because there would be no one to believe in to save us from fear.Frostbitten Love: Prolouge1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dawn of the Wilds- Chapter OneDawn of the Wilds- Chapter One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The gray mist settled like a carpet over weed infected pavements and pathways.
Over head, the sky was hidden by a thick layer of clouds, clouds that attacked a figure with bullets of cold water as he ran through the streets of the carnaged world. Broken and worn converse trainers beating a tattoo against pavements, their blue colour darkening from absorbing the rain and puddles.
Tightened around his neck for extra protection against the chilling English weather and possible identification was a fifthy blue hoodie, his eyes bluer than the pigment of his hooded jumper only just visible through the small gap the tightened hood gave for vision. A pink nose poked out, it's surface smooth from the cold and wet rain. After running more than he can handle, he stopped to take a breather behind a skip. His pause heighted his awareness of the danger he was in. Careful to keep the sleeves of his hood firmly over the tips of his fingers, he rubbed his nose and began running at full pelt once more.
The Travellers-ChopinXLisztThe Travellers (or: A Sad Sort of Melancholy Melody) A short story.The Travellers-ChopinXLiszt5 years ago in Historical More Like This
By V.K. Violette
WARNING: I dont own historical characters, and although I want to be, I am not George Sand. Everything in this story never happened. Also, this fic will contain love between individuals of the same gender. Just deal with it and move on.
A Sad Sort of Melancholy Melody
By: George Sand
Where should I start but here? I sit here alone, at Frederyks old piano which faces the window. I will not touch the keys and butcher their musicality with my non-ability to harmonize, or play music in general. Right now, there are tears running down my face, and words dying on my lips. However, these words shall live on paper. This short story is meant only for one pair of eyes: mine. But I should start with the background.
Chopin was my friend, and I did love him, more than I have ever loved a man- yet I had basically thrust him into the arms of another with my big mouth and my in
Fear Shadows coiled in the dark, flicking impatiently within the night. All throughout the world they twisted and contorted, invisible to the sleeping world, waiting for the chance to manipulate the light. Fear was their energy; they could feel it's presence in the air.Fear1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
They thought Fear was conquered; they thought Fear was gone?
Fear can never die.
Trapped beneath the skeleton of a bed, he waited for his chance. Collect enough energy, fear, fright, and he could begin again. The blackness seemed to curl in pleasure, as if a sadistic smile were trying to paint itself within the darkness.
Now that the children knew of his existence, it was only a matter of time before he had enough fuel to break free from his prison. Seeing is believing, after all. Already, he could smell the fear pouring off the weak little pests; The Guardians were fools to assume their charges would go unscathed.
His shadows crawled along t
The NoldorMighty are the Second Kindred,The Noldor6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strong and brave and fair;
Fierce they are and proud,
Tall and dark of hair;
Filled with passion and iron of will,
A two edged sword this can be.
Never do they turn aside from their propose,
From no enemy do they flee.
Ache their hands do to craft and create,
Beloved of the Smith are they.
Burn their minds do for knowledge,
But into folly they sometimes stray.
Lovers of hills and open lands,
The Watchtower their first home.
Many other glorious kingdoms did they build,
Seven High Kings they have known.
Early BirdsIt was three in the morning when the phone rang, or at least around that time as far as Tommaso was concerned. It wasn't until a few minutes later that the bedraggled man actually crawled out bed after much encouragement from his wife's feet, which constantly kicked him mischievously in the small of his back until he conceded defeat and rolled off the bed and onto the floor. She snorted derisively when he grunted, the hollow sound of his face coming in contact with the floor meeting her ears.Early Birds2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"If you want me to kiss your nose better," she called over her shoulder, head still nestled against the pillow where she lay, "You can forget it unless you answer that phone. And try to do it before the kids wake up; if I have to get up to calm a crying Luca you can forget about it as well."
"A wife is the harshest boss I ever had," Tommy muttered under his breath as he dragged himself upright and staggered to the door, though he was unable to suppress a small chuckle when a pillow flew across the
Melting the Heart of IceMelting the Heart of Ice1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Melting the Heart of Ice
I sighed and walked along the empty night road. There weren't many people out tonight. Often, I stopped by every house and looked through the window. I watched as the kids would run to the window and draw over the frost I had put there. I looked down at them, keeping my watch on their smiles, but what really wanted to see was their eyes. I longed for theirs to meet mine. But every time I saw a kid, they never saw me.
I took a break from looking into the houses and just continued to walk on. I need to clear my head. I stopped walking, and hit my staff against the ground. Frost began to crawl from it and it slid down the road. The frost hardened under my feet, and I wiggled my toes at the feel of it. I smiled to myself and pushed my foot down and off against the iced floor. My other foot sled smoothly forward.
Then, I did the same with my sliding foot. Gently pushing off and swiftly skating along the road. I chuckled and stopped before breaki
Fear Is The Shadows That Race The LightFear Is The Shadows That Race The Light1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fear is the Shadows that race the light
Pound across the world on the moonless night.
That hunts down the dreams in its way
Tearing loose the control of the reins.
It does not stop when you shout
But continues on behind the hounds,
Onward through the chase, no relaxing its grip,
Or down in the dark – You fall – You slip.
Flights of FancyI believe inFlights of Fancy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I believe in lands somewhere over the rainbow
I believe in worlds hidden under the rabbit hole
I believe in kingdoms on the other side of the wardrobe
I believe in enchanted forests where animals talk in riddles
I believe in palaces where wizards entertain immortal kings
I believe in
in the magic and wonder that only a child's eyes can see
in the universes hopes and dreams can create with a single thought
I believe in everything that so many say are imaginary; in everything that so many people scoff at and call me fanciful and immature for believing in
However, I simply say to them:
"I just still have my imagination, is all."
The 12 Days of TolkienThe 12 Days of Tolkien6 years ago in Humor More Like This
The 12 Days of Tolkien.
On the 1st day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: an almighty Ruling Ring.
On the 2nd day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: Two Towers, and an almighty Ruling Ring.
On the 3rd day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: 3 stone trolls, Two Towers, and an almighty Ruling Ring.
On the 4th day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: 4 Shire hobbits, 3 stone trolls, Two Towers, and an almighty Ruling Ring.
On the 5th day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: 5 lembas breads, 4 Shire hobbits, 3 stone trolls, Two Towers, and an almighty Ruling Ring.
On the 6th day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: 6 Rohirrim riding, 5 lembas breads, 4 Shire hobbits, 3 stone trolls, Two Towers, and an almighty Ruling Ring.
On the 7th day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: 7 skulls a-rolling, 6 Rohirrim riding, 5 lembas breads, 4 Shire hobbits, 3 stone trolls, Two Towers, and an almighty Ruling Ring.
On the 8th day of Yule, J. Tolkien gave to me: 8 men a-marching, 7 skulls a-rolling, 6 Rohirrim ri
Hades and PersephoneThe king of the underworldHades and Persephone2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The daughter of life
His eyes dark cold and icy
Hers light and airy
Light flickers through
Enhancing her innocence
Darkness surrounds him
Shielding his heart
What happens when these two cross?
The king of death and the daughter of life
Does she wither and wait
to accept her fate
or does she warm his shielded heart?
What happens when these two fall in love?
Can happiness reside where light cannot?
or will it slowly flicker away until it is no more
and give into the darkness around her?
They say even the smallest bit of light
Will shine in the darkness
Until it finally gives in
and flickers away
So what will happen
When she finally gives up
and fades away
Will he want her then?
or toss her away?
No one knows
Not one can say
What will happen
When the daughter of life
Because of the Guardians - POEMBecause of St.North,Because of the Guardians - POEM1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love Christmas even more.
With candy canes, presents and magic galore.
Because of the Tooth Fairy,
I love brushing my teeth,
I rinse, I repeat and floss underneath.
Because of Bunnymund,
Easter is great,
Colourful eggs and on a wonderful date.
Because of the Sandman,
My dreams are so dear,
I fly so high with the moon so near.
Because of Jack Frost,
Winter is a breeze,
Snow on the ground and no leaves on the trees.
Because of Pitch,
The Nightmare King,
I'm absolutely scared of nearly everything.
Because of the Guardians,
From New Years to Christmas Eve,
Even though I get older,
I still believe.
Our FamilyOur Family1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Thor, please, calm down!"
They were in the waiting room. Thor was extremely nervous, the reason Loki had come to stay with him. The God of Thunder, now wearing a simple but beautiful white T-shirt with jeans, walked around endlessly, murmuring something to himself. Loki, on the other hand, was sitting on the small seat next to the door, his suit swinging around as he tried to calm his brother down.
"Thor, please, relax! Jane will be fine, you just need to give her some time!"
"She Sh-shouldn't she be ready already? I-It's been some time since she went into the room and-"
Loki sighed. Thor was already using contractions. Maybe living on Midgard for a year had not been such a great idea after all
"Brother!" Loki called him again and this time got up, holding the G
SubductionWe drip into OctoberSubduction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with the silence of spiders
heavy in our chests,
our hearts curling in
on themselves like
leaves in autumn.
Lungs unfurl into the
there is a breath, a whisper--
This dying wind whistles
through empty throats,
as if to murmur a warning,
perhaps, that we threaten
along our hipbones.