Whats with all the Kiara hate3I have heard how Kiara is a 'Sue' or 'whore'Whats with all the Kiara hate34 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
KIARA IS A SUE
The prototypical Mary Sue is an original female character in a fanfic who obviously serves as an idealized version of the author mainly for the purpose of Wish Fulfillment. She's exotically beautiful, often having an unusual hair or eye color, and has a similarly cool and exotic name. She's exceptionally talented in an implausibly wide variety of areas, and may possess skills that are rare or nonexistent in the canon setting. She also lacks any realistic, or at least story-relevant, character flaws either that or her "flaws" are obviously meant to be endearing.
"In other words, the term "Mary Sue" is generally slapped on a character who is important in the story, possesses unusual physical traits, and has an irrelevantly over-skilled or over-idealized nature."
Kiara doesn't have unusual fur or eye color, nor does she have an exotic name nor is she exceptionally talented or exotically beautiful. Nala is more of an
Sextant TheoryTangent time, 3, 2, 1, GO!Sextant Theory3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Matespritship and kismesissitude are obvious parallels. Both are monogamous, both are essential to procreation, and both are treated with the same etiquette as human love, more or less. The defining difference is that one is pity-based and one is hate-based. This fundamental division obviously carries over to the pale and ashen quadrants. Upon closer inspection, though, moirallegiance and auspisticeship share almost no similarities. One describes a mediation to fend off extra kismesissitudes, and one is an emotionally constructive soul-mate relationship. This raises the following question: What could parallel these two quadrants?
My theory is that when contrasted with the quadrants,
a complete romantic chart would be a sextant set like this:
♥ ♦ 5
♠ 6 ♣
5 and 6 are the unnamed and unexplored absent sextants. 5 is a parallel to auspisticeship, and 6 is a parallel to moirallegiance.
Interestingly enough, 5
The Importance of Time ~The NotepadXThe Clock~ "So how are we going to torture them this time?"The Importance of Time ~The NotepadXThe Clock~2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tony smiled, clasping his hands together.
"So glad we've stopped tiptoeing around the subject, my dear."
He stood to his full 6-foot-5" height, being the lanky man he was, and began circling her.
"Your little walk in the park must have been hardly enough to terrorize those idiots."
She nearly screamed at him, but bit her tongue. "They still remain uneducated in the ways of the world. Apparently...I wasn't enough." She hated admitting she was wrong, but Tony could bring anyone to their knees.
"At least you know it," he snarled into her ear. She reached around to throw her fist at him, but he slithered away, quick as lightning. Damn, he was fast.
"Maybe...m-maybe we could teach them about economics. O-or the importance of accuracy in..."
"Wrong, wrong, WRONG!!" Tony shrieked, his shrill scream nearly d
Moonlight DanceI dance in the starlightMoonlight Dance8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dance in the moonlight
I dance in every phase
The motion moving
To natures drum
Round and round a sacred candle
A sacred flam of life
In a circle I dance
And chant a prayer
Of praise to those above
The wind dances with me
Gliding me along
The water dances with me
Each flowing tide a rejoice
The earth dances with me
Guiding my every step
The fire dances with me
Creating a dance of its own
We dance as one
As it should be
And invoking the powers
Of those above
JehovahJehovah...Jehovah5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The name of the eternal....
The name of the everlasting....
God is the same yesterday, today, and always will be.....
Jehovah is Unchanging....
That is the meaning of his name...
Hug"Ha! Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"Hug4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It is a gun. But I am also happy to see you."
"...I knew it was a gun, Rich. I was making a joke, you know? Because your gun was sticking out like- oh, nevermind. You friggin' aliens will never get the joke."
"You could try the line again? I will laugh this time."
"No. It's ruined now."
"Is that why you are upset, then?"
"I'm not upset. It just would've been a good joke."
"You are upset. Your symptoms show it."
"Gah- I told you to stop doing that! You don't need to know my body temperature or metabolism at the moment or whatever the heck you were looking for. Stop using your weird power things."
"They are not weird."
"Maybe not on Mars."
"I didn't come from Mars."
"You know what I mean!"
"Sometimes I am not sure, little earthling."
"Seriously. Don't call me that."
"I have nothing else to call you, since you stated that you preferred me not to call you Elizabeth Sandra Lener."
"That's my full name. Just call me Liz. D
Guilty ConscienceI find it unpleasantGuilty Conscience4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To count myself among the many
Who are content to sit in their twenty-first century comfort
And believe the illusion of a balanced world.
I am aware of my own ignorance
And so i think myself a being of higher conscience
Than the self-centred individuals surrounding me.
Yet i do not wish to educate myself
To become truly enlightened
As to the state of a world
That encompasses more
Than my own pitiful inconveniences.
I am disinclined
To take the small step
That would force me to concede
That my happiness comes at a cost
Much higher than my reluctant contributions.
My mind shudders away from expansion
And assures my shallow soul
That all will be well
If i continue to pretend
That my inactivity is not more harmful
Than i dare to admit.
Teachers and LeadersTeachers and Leaders10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Teachers and Leaders in Paganism
Finding a teacher in the Pagan scene can be a real challenge for the new seeker. I have encountered many people who have been put off Paganism by the sort of teachers who set themselves up to collect followers rather than out of any real concern for the seekers, yet the old saying 'when the student is ready the teacher will come' seems to hold true for those who look beyond any difficulties from first encounters.
Paganism has continued to spread quickly in the decades since the 1960's to the extent that many people become 'old hands' after just a decade or two of study. Some of these are quite genuine and can become valuable sources of teaching for those who are newer to the various paths of Paganism. However, it is not always easy for the newcomer to pick these out of the plethora of 'experts' who make themselves available to guide the fledgling Pagan.
A few simple guidelines may help the newcomer to weed out opportunists or egotists who are all too an
La rana y El principeÉrase una vez una ranita triste y sola que conoció a un apuesto principe. El principe siempre hacía que la ranita se sintiera importante, como si ella también pudiera ser princesa, y se enamoró de él. Pero era una relación imposible y llegó el día en que se acabó, como todas las cosas buenas de la vida.La rana y El principe10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
La ranita decidió esconderse tras su falsa alegría, sin parar de repetir que estaba bien, pero en el fondo solo quería desaparecer. Todas las noches sus ojos se llenaban de lágrimas al recordar las bonitas palabras que le dedicaba "su" principe, al que a cada minuto sentía más lejos y más imposible de recuperar, así que decidió dejarle hacer su vida. Al fin y al cabo, un apuesto principe como él acabaría encontrando a su princesa, y no un sapo como hasta entonces.
A la ranita solo le queda esconderse, triste y sola como al principio, en su humilde charco de lágrimas y recordando buenos momentos para que la tristeza no la ahogara.
Love and the Sands of TimeHe was her anchor,Love and the Sands of Time10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she was his friend,
he kept her from the bitter end.
And now they drift apart.
She loved him dearly,
he felt her glow,
she never wanted to let him go.
And now they drift apart.
He spoke of her often,
she held him tight,
he kept the pain away at night.
And now they drift apart.
She sees his love no more,
he feels her slip away,
she has found another to guide her way.
And now they drift apart.
He wants to go,
she wants to stay,
He knows the feeling every day.
And drifted apart they have become.
We're all okWhen you enter the debris of a neat suburban homeWe're all ok9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Avert your eyes onto the pine and chrome
Don't look at the shards of shiny happy guys
Because you may see your reflection in their eyes
Your blank eyes and scarred wrists
In you their hopelessness also exists.
Do you feel their suppression?
Taste that bitter sweet depression
You're just like them, you feel the loss
The black sheep's gone but at what cost?
There is no friction but there is neither a spark
The future seems empty and stark.
That argument seems so pointless now
You pushed her over the edge, Mum, take a bow
Responsible, you say, you are not,
Is that why you wake, screaming and hot
From dreams of nooses, blades, pills and heights?
And you know it was you that caused those fights.
That last note, found in her hand
Said "Sorry Mum, you'll never understand"
Now you're daughter is gone, dead
And her words are decaying, congealing in your head
Like her, you see her deep in the earth
It's your fault, you never spoke of her worth.
Angelic SinAngelic Sin11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling ever more into my dreams,
I feel the embrace of him,
His dark frame fills my view,
And I succumb to his sin.
I know the end is near,
As the world shatters,
I awake in my cold, cold world,
Surround in black feathers.
I brush the soft down that covers my wings,
As I watch the fiery abyss below,
I brush my snowy hair from my brow,
And adjust my thorny halo.
I know it is just another day,
Fear and death reside,
Throughout the morn I will remember,
The dream that lives inside.
I love for night to beckon,
So I may dream once again,
I can see my long lost lover,
Who is my deadliest sin.
DepressionDepression isn't waking up one day and feeling like your world is going to end. It's waking up most days and feeling the world collapse in. Slowly suffocating you in your own sadness until you can do little more than lie in your bed and wallow in your own self-pity.Depression11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Some people don't get as far as the wallowing, and some people stay there forever. I'm trying to break free but it's not as easy as it seems.
When you're down, everyone says to you "Have you seen a doctor?" "Have you tried anti-depressants?"
I wonder if those people ever tried working their way through the system. Being passed from person to person like a mess nobody wants to deal with. That's how I feel. I 've seen 6 people, so far who claim that they can help me, and the people increase every week.
They claim that the medication will work, that I should have counseling, that I should try to "See the light at the end of the tunnel". If you've ever been down, it's the last thing you want to hear. Did anyone ever tell a moth
DepressionIt's like she's everywhere you goDepression10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Outside you're fine inside you can't cope
Until you're bursting with dipair
and she's your only breath of air
It doesn't seem to matter how much you smile
Something will come along every once in a while
and make you frown like you've done before
until you can't take it anymore
You have to end this life right now
and it doesn't seem to matter how
You never think there's help out there
You're all alone and no one cares
From an English TeacherWhen you're forced to read just to pass English classFrom an English Teacher4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And you don't know what to do
Because novels are dull and dramas are daft,
And none of the stories sound true....
Our existence is a story told with schemes and different themes
And we live through them most every single hour,
You'd see if you just took a little look, it's like a book,
And as we grow up the plot begins to flower
Our lives unfold in stages, and are written down on pages
in a book that's hidden deep within our souls.
This dear town is just a setting and the people that you're getting
to know well are only characters and roles.
Every victory or failure can be thought of as a tale you're
gonna tell when asked "what happened to you today?"
And the funny little bits that happen when you use your wits
can be the funny things in dramas or in plays.
When you're doubting why we read, then here's something you should heed:
Your life is like a story, told in days.
And if that's just not enough, then, dea
Insomnia-A dark nursery rhymeInsomnia-A dark nursery rhyme13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you've come
to play again
lodged here in my soul so tight
turning brightness into night
please let me sleep
to never wake….
…now I lay me down to sleep
my life in tatters at my feet..
if I should Wake before I die
I pray these tattered wings can fly..
I never want to feel again
trapped here in this world so cold
where self is wrong
and Us is gold.
how i wonder why i'm here..
LoK: The Dramatic IntroductionShe had it thoroughly rehearsed. It was a good line, too. Three times she'd used it. Three different reactions, but the outcomes were the same. Each time Korra's forthright command had gained her training from an unmatchable bending master. Unmatchable, of course, until they trained her.LoK: The Dramatic Introduction5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tsunamis surged in her wake. Plains quaked beneath her mighty tread. The ardor of the sun glowed in her breast and exploded from her fingertips. Now she would learn to make tornadoes. Maybe hurricanes! It was good to be the Avatar.
Past a hollow cask stained and rank with the plum wine it once contained and a mustached cat that eyed her sleepily, she came to the door five blocks west past the smudgy shrine in Bell Row, just like the red robes with the eyes had told her. Korra did have to ask a neighborhood kid who smelled like stale corn which door, exactly, she had to ki
You UnderneathYou Underneath9 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
brushing the willow,
swallow many branches, while
brushing the willow
they hear the
scratch, the bark
at the back of your throat.
Scratch the bark,
they hear the
brushing the willow,
They hear the
scratch, the bark
at the back of your throat;
scratch the bark
they hear the
brushing the willow
DepressionThoughts run through your mindDepression10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'I'm a failure, I'm worthless'
Feel like you're being left beind
Invisible to everyone
Your world is just so bleak
You believe words they say
'You're pathetic, unwanted'
You must be that way
Got no one to turn to
Your 'friends' have all gone
They didn't have a clue
You slit your wrists, want to die
Through your veins runs despair
Ashamed, it's all your fault
To you life isn't fair
Sat in a corner, tears in your eyes
There's no hep, you're on your own
Force a smile so they don't realise
You just can't cope anymore
That's not true, there's someone there
To help you out, help you through
Help you sort troubles, beat depression
Making you a happier you
The scars a permanent reminder
Of all the pain you survived
You're not worthless or a failure
Not pathetic or unwanted
The Girl.Butterfly kissesThe Girl.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Soft and sweet
She's oh so innocent-
Good enough to eat.
Her touch is fleeting
Gentle and shy
So beautiful when I look at her
I can't help but sigh.
Her radiance is dazzling
Her purity- humbling
I look to her eyes
And into them I'm tumbling.
She's all that I'm not
All that I want to be
All that I've lost
Her wings make her free.
But all through my worship
Of this amazing girl
There is still another
That makes my head swirl.
I'm not in love
I'm sad to say
But I will cherish her friendship
Until my dying day.
Carving Skulls and StuffCarving Skulls and Stuff7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
CARVING SKULLS & STUFF (11-FEB-08)
This is intended as a continuing project. I'll be adding to it, and editing it for greater clarity, in response to your comments and questions. So if something is left out, or not clear, please let me know. Eventually, this may turn into a proper tutorial, but I'm starting out small, so that people who are asking questions don't have to wait until that possibly distant time. And so people can tell me what they actually need to know.
Goggles -- I don't carve unless I'm wearing some sort of eye protection, usually magnifying goggles (because I'm getting old and can't focus up close anymore), but sometimes non-magnifying ones. Chunks of stuff can fly about, and you don't want them in your eyes.
Respirator or dust mask -- Dust is not good for your lungs, and power carving can produce lots of dust. The dust of bone, antler, and shell is very bad; it can _permanently_ clog parts of your lungs. Many stone and