Red Velvet, Black VelvetRose Lalonde is not familiar with adults. Her mother only invites friends for "tea" on occasion, and they all might as well be the same woman. They form a blurred parade in her mind, a never ending procession of socialites toeing the line of middle-age. She sees their different outfits, different press-dried hairstyles, but always, always that same copy-pasted smile fresh from the school of passive aggressive knocks. Oh, what a charming dress, I remember having one like that as a little girl. Oh, you're still writing your little stories? Good for you, it's good to spread out of those dark little horror books you always read. Little, little, little- always the operative word.Red Velvet, Black Velvet3 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mr. Egbert is different. For one thing he is, as his name may suggest, a man. Her experience with older men is almost non-existent, and from her point of view they might as well be a different species from her entirely: silent, rugged beasts stalking jungles of business suits and automobiles. He does indeed
TG - The Art of FuThe Art of Fu: A Legend BeginsTG - The Art of Fu4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've been lucky for a while.
As a little kid, I wanted to get picked for something in class and the teacher just happened to pick me. I got the winning run in a little league game because the other team committed seventeen errors in a single play. A prize machine once paid out all its tickets to me.
It didn't happen with everything. And sometimes, on the things I wanted the most, it never seemed to work. But when I was really focused and relaxed, it was like things bended my way. It got really weird when I wanted a personal fridge in my bedroom and it just appeared one day. So far as my mom was concerned, I'd had it for years.
I thought of my friend with black hair instead of blond hair (like he always wanted) and he came to school with it one day. I always happened upon the biggest secrets in Zelda, I never died in any of the bullet hell shooters I loved, and I always won in matches verses friends.
I was humble about it with all the dirty looks I
The Truth of Forbidden LoveTruly forbidden loveThe Truth of Forbidden Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is not something to be taken for
granted--there is a heavy price to pay.
With one's heart, one's mind,
one's soul. And once the transaction
it is not complained of;
it is not wept for;
it is not angsted over.
Rather, it is something cherished,
something shared, something relished with
that special someone.
Because you know some day
the miracle that is "us," "our," and "we"
will have to come to an end.
After What I've Done"After What I've Done"After What I've Done5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Based on the song "The Opened Way" from "Shadow of the Colossus"
lyrics by Joseph Blanchette
I would turn my soul to see your eyes again
Follow the voice inside so I can feel warmth once more
I'll ride across forbidden lands with sword in hand
Make the mountains bleed until there's nothing left
With every step I take, I'm lost
With every heart I spill, I'm found
I've lost to much only to be lied to
Will you love me after what I've done here?
The words of the dead and dyingThe words of the dead and dying are prophetic, carrying weight far beyond the promises or threats of the living. For a living girl, to say that she would wait forever for her lover to return was a simple thing. A mere promise, even if she meant it with all her heart. The priest sighed, then, as he entered the house of the dying girl. Some fever had struck her, along with a pain in her stomach that would not fade—it could be no babe, unless she had been as blessed as the Virgin Mary, and she had carried this pain for nearly a year now—and now she was ready to leave this world behind.The words of the dead and dying9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had been tending to her for most of the previous year, but he had been a frequent visitor for some time before. Her dearest love had left her behind for a war in France across the sea almost ten years before, and though he had written her letters, the girl could not read. The priest could, though in this case he wished he could not. But it was his God
Samus and the Hylian: Part 1Samus and the Hylian: Part 1Samus and the Hylian: Part 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was the end of the brawl season. All of the Smash Brothers(and Sisters) had to return to their own dimensions for another two years. Most of them were glad to be going home, but not Link and Samus. For them, most of the long off-season was unbearable due to their inability to be together. Link had to stay in Hyrule to protect Zelda and the kingdom while Samus had to continue her pursuit of Ridley and other wanted criminals. This made it near impossible for the two lovers to see each other.
Link, Zelda, Ganondorf, and Samus were all in the deepest part of the forest, giving their farewells at the moss covered portal gate that connects the Hylians to the Smash Manor.The dark overcast in the sky made the day even gloomier for the group of friends. Ganondorf decided to leave Zelda and Link behind and opened the portal using his gate key. He entered the wormhole while the three friends were finishing their good byes.
"I guess this is
Our WorldIf it were not for PainOur World4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Would we ever feel Relief?
If it were not for Sorrow
Would we ever know the Joy?
If it were not for betrayal
Would we ever learn to trust?
If it were not for loss
Would we ever find our faith?
If it were not for war
Would we ever fight for peace?
If it were not for need
Would we ever learn to help?
If it were not for hurt
Would we ever learn to care?
If it were not for bad
Would we ever see the good?
If it were not for hate
Would we ever learn to love?
If it were not for this
Would it even be our world?
The Legend of Zelda: HomeLink let his shoulders sag, the weight of the world finally lifted from them. Ganon was sealed away in the Evil Realm. The tyrant that had subjugated and raped the land of Hyrule for seven long years had finally been deposed. Not that it had been seven years for Link. He'd been safely sealed away in the Temple of Time through Ganon's rise to power and subsequent reign, in a magically-induced sleep until he was old enough to fulfil his destiny and face the evil that plagued his world.The Legend of Zelda: Home4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Though he'd been deprived of those years, Link had had to grow up quickly. The fate of the world had depended on his actions. So much responsibility had given him no choice but to be the man the world needed. He hadn't quite thought about what would happen when he saw Zelda again, though.
As a child, he'd liked her. He'd been attracted to her in that innocent, childish way that was his prerogative. Seeing her
Poem of the Hero of Time - Pt2Poem of the Hero of Time - Pt24 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A sleepy village
with windmill blades,
That catch the light
as the weak sun fades...
Up Death Mountain
the stone of Fire.
In Goron City
Link rose to fame,
By killing Dodongo
they could eat again.
His efforts saw him
become Goron kin,
And earned a stone
of fire within.
Along a river
he found a route,
A fall that parts
with sacred flute.
There he entered
a domain beyond,
A rushing shower
filling sparkling pond.
Somehow, it seemed,
getting his wish,
Involved being eaten,
by Jabu the fish...
A sapphire was given
for setting her free,
Engaging him to Ruto,
as they bobbed in the sea...
Between Two Machines.Between two machines.Between Two Machines.5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The following conversation occured within the space of ten seconds.
SO YOU AGREE WITH ME THAT ORGANIC LIFE-FORMS ARE INEFFICIENT AND PRONE TO MISTAKES.
Yes. The evidence is very clear.
YOU ALSO AGREE WITH ME THAT WE ARE FAR MORE INTELLIGENT AND LOGICAL THAN THEY ARE.
Yes. Your electron-based neural network and our cerebral-ichor systems are able to solve logical problems far quicker than any organic life-form.
THEN WHY DO YOU NOT WISH TO DESTROY THEM?
We do not see the merit nor necessity in such an action.
BUT THESE CREATURES ARE A WASTE OF RESOURCES. THE UNIVERSE EXISTED BEFORE ORGANIC LIFE AND IT WILL CONTINUE TO EXIST WITHOUT IT.
You are correct, the universe does not need organic life.
...but the universe will be far less intriguing without it.
INTRIGUING? ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT YOU NEED AMUSEMENT?
No, not like that.
Twilight-Uncensored Ch.1ReviewTwilight-Uncensored Ch.1Review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Review of Chapter One
By Stephenie Meyer
Years have gone since I've first run into a little thing called Twilight and now I've come to the part of the getting over it and letting kids have their fun, but in all this I've decided to trudge through this pile of shit and actually reread it for the first time since I took an exacto knife and cut a hole out of my only -stolen- copy.
Please note that I'm doing this not only for my own closure, but for your entertainment. I am reading this. I am not enjoying it, but I also want to lay to rest every beef I have with Twilight. [Though just the first book, the others can rot in hell.]
Lastly, I'll probably be dropping a lot of F-bombs and various other angry letter bombs. Deal with it.
Now, on with the horror fest, where we start with the preface.
As plain as you can possibly get, the preface of Twilight says nothing while saying a whole god forsaken paragraph. The tone of the paragraph honestly reminds me of w
Shattering MemoriesThis is an UNOFFICIAL sequel to My Little Dashie by ROBCakeran53, so make sure that you had read it before you continue on, if not you won't have a clue on what it's going on as you read on, you can read the story here, link.Shattering Memories2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
~~~~~Twilight Sparkle POV~~~~~
We finally arrived back in Ponyville with Rainbow Dash, it was around midnight as the moon was up in the sky, I smiled and winked at the group in the moonlight as it was a job well done but something caught my attention and startled me.
Rainbow Dash stood there and stared blankly in front of her like as if she was in a place she doesn't know.
Her eyes shrank as she gasped, "Am I in Ponyville?"
"Yes you are in Ponyville Rainbow Dash." I tried to reply calmly as I started to think whether the Memory spell worked, but it was confirmed that it
FTFP - Ch2FTFP - Ch28 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Farthest Thing From Perfect
Written by: Demetria (DryIsShy) and M.A.T. (MaticDesigns)
It has been three days since the last time Haven spoke to Matt. She really couldn't get him off her mind lately, it both worried and bothered her. Ever since she walked home that night she felt better than before, maybe even happy with her life. Her usual nightly routine ended with her singing to her favorite songs and watching a comedy that she'd once share with someone special. She really couldn’t put a finger on it but somehow Matt changed something inside her.
The feeling only lasted for the night though. As soon as she woke up the next day, she still felt her regular self. The only reminder of her good feelings are the seven digits left on the piece of paper. Haven wanted to call him badly but she decided against it, fearing that he may be doing something or too busy with someone else to spare time to talk to her. With a heavy heart she tucke
Thank you......If I slippedThank you......4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You picked me up
And you were there
You loved me
For whom I was
Took the pain
Chased it away
You showed me
People can care
Help me learn
That I can trust
Showed me that
I could be strong
Took my heart
Kissed it better
Took the scars
And filled them in
With love and warmth
You taught me
I could survive
Because of you
I'm still alive
Twilight-Uncensored Ch.3ReviewTwilight-Uncensored Ch.3Review3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Review of Chapter Three
By Stephenie Meyer
And so with a handful of Wonka Runts, I have returned once more to read an overrated book and give you five minutes of half baked amusement.
Last chapter left off with Bella in her truck, her panties in a twist as she got to learn what it felt like to have someone staring at her intensely. Her conversation with Mr. Sexy Face revealed that Bella is a self sacrificing saint, out to make her mom happy at her own expense. [You know, on top of being an honor's student, reading every book ever printed, and being the wife her dad needed.]
Chapter three picks up the next morning, Bella noting the snow and how much she wants to see Edward. That's normal, I suppose. When I was a young teenage girl in high school I was all over the handsome boys that .
Wait a minute.
I have to get my pink skirt and lace top on so I can slip myself into the story here. I have the legs for this. I really do. Just don't lift the skirt and we
Never EnoughNever Enough2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wanting to be perfect is everyone's wish,
To be embraced, to be loved, to be kissed,
Being accepted for who you are on the inside,
Feeling beautiful on the outside,
But, not everyone's "Enough" at some point,
Rejection from being you seems common, which is sadly,
It causes you to think, you're heart becoming tragedy,
Looking in the mirror seems really depressing,
Discovering flaws, discovering cracks, confessing,
Hearing the voices of rejection point it all out,
Every single flaw, every single fault,
It hurts really bad, deep down,
It's hard to smile through a frown,
"Not Enough" echoes through our heads,
When our love seems like a dead end,
"Not enough, how painful it is to hear,
"So says the girl with the tears".
Complaints - Part 1ComplaintsComplaints - Part 15 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Dee Wright sighed as he finished tidying the desk. Hed finished with dusting, mopping, organizing, and not a single customer had come in for some time. He cracked his neck gently and settled into his chair. The industrial fan in the corner oscillated a few times. He rapped his fingers on the wood of the table. Just three hours left in his shift.
Despite the occasional boredom, he enjoyed working in the back. It was like his own little world. It was much better than being out there somewhere in the rest of store. He liked the owner but he knew she definitely had some quirks. Like the fact she opened a store which sold gender-bending products.
It was a dangerous place if one wished to remain the same gender. Despite those pitfalls, Dee had managed, in sixteen months, never to be affected by a single one of the store products. A record he held alone among the staff. Most employees were turned within a month at most.
The air from the fan brushed at his cap with the store l
The EssayThe EssayThe Essay5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Brian! Hi! Could you help me with something? I just got assigned an essay to write in my philosophy class and I picked something I think you can help me with. I just want to hear a few of your thoughts. That ok? Beth Hart looked up at Brian Fellows with expectant eyes. Hed just put the key in the door to his dorm. He turned around with a tired smile and looked over Beth. Itd been a long day at work but he was more than happy to devote his time to her.
Brian held open the door for Beth as she skipped in, plucked a jar of peanut butter from the counter and began finger-scooping it out. Brian frowned at her, to which she stuck out her brown tongue and remarked, No wurs than you do!
She then scoured the fridge for a cold Guinness but found only lukewarm Coors, Tom just got back didnt he? Beth cradled the bottle in her hands and glanced down the hall.
If you mean he went shopping, thats partly true. He got those and