Seasonal People + Portrait Contest Now Open!PeopleAndPortraits has well and truly launched! In conjunction with that, we wanted to bring you a fantastic shiny new contest to see you through October.
We recognize that across the world people are entering all sorts of seasons right now...which is why this isn't just about Autumn. You can utilise any season you want - and if you're extra creative, how about combining all four into one image?
The idea of a Seasonal Portraiture Contest is for you to experiment and explore whatever season you happen to be in right now - through portraiture photography! The contest is open to all categories within the People and Portrait Photography Gallery:
Infants and Children
A Letter To My BodyDear my body,A Letter To My Body2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Here I bestow an official apology for all the things I put you through.
The spirits, substances and so-called foods that you are forced to consume and digest against your will.
For every last hormone-changing pill.
For every time I slide a razor across your tender skin to cut back hair again and again.
For every time I deprive you of sleep when you are already so deprived of energy. And then the days when I refuse to get out of bed and so you miss the sunlight.
I apologise for wanting to hurt you when I'm in need of emotional rehabilitation.
For biting the skin on your fingers when I'm nervous.
For previously feeding you the carcasses of once living beings even when deep down I felt it was wrong to do so.
I'm sorry for putting you in such danger of hearing damage - through all the times I listen to my iPod with the music blaring loudly through my earphones, and the times I spend at the front rows of concerts, the speakers so powerful I can feel the vibrations running thro
Malkavian Roleplaying GuideMalkavians are by far, the most difficult Clan to roleplay. It's not easy to pull off a convincing Malk, avoiding clichés and ridiculousness. Yet, there are a few simple and easy guidelines I'd like to share with you to help you create or improve your character.Malkavian Roleplaying Guide3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The tips aren't arranged in any particular order. And they are by no means stiff rules. Instead, they should be treated as advice from the cranky old aunt who has been roleplaying with varying intensity for about a decade.
Shall we get started? We shall.
Malkavians are diverse. What makes this Clan so wonderful, is that virtually anyone can be a Malkavian. Their Embraces may seem random yet Sires, willingly or not, contribute to the Clan's hive mind consciousness when introducing a new Fledgling.
Don't think insanity automatically frees you from any responsibility!
Your character's actions must have their consequences. Being insane is NOT a "Get Out of Jail" card. Yes, your Malk can't help him/herself, but you must
There's a Witch In Our HouseTheres a witch inside our houseThere's a Witch In Our House8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That no one sees or hears,
For when were all in bed, asleep,
Thats when she appears.
She runs around the attic,
And makes the floorboards creak,
She flies upstairs and down again
With a cackle and a shriek.
She clicks her fingers, lights the stove,
And warms her cauldron through,
Then leaves it while she scours the rooms
For things to make her brew.
First she tries the bathroom,
She knows what we keep there:
Toothpaste, soap and sticky stuff
That Dad puts in his hair.
She goes to Mum and Dads room,
She tiptoes through the door,
And with a wave her wand picks up
Dads toenails from the floor.
When she comes to my room
I hide under the sheets,
And hold my breath until she leaves
Without my secret sweets.
Shes got my horrid medicine,
A ribbon from my sister,
And then she takes off her left shoe
And scratches off a blister.
A few things more shes brought herself
To give magic to the mess:
Eye of newt and wing o
The Poetic Mind as a MuscleThe Poetic Mind as a MuscleThe Poetic Mind as a Muscle2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
As a poet at any given skill level, you might ponder different ways to advance your mastery of the craft. You might spend weeks dissecting famous and not so famous poets. You might read countless articles on poetic technique. You might just plow through any and every collection you can get your hands on, track all of the most well-know journals, follow all of the contemporaries. All of these things add up to a knowledgeable poet. However, does this necessarily make you a better poet?
No. The reason is that most of us equivocate poetic skill with divinely gifted talent. We often think of poetry as a latent ability that we merely possess or do not. This leads to certain diseases within the mind, whether it be the idea that our words are beyond reproach because they are "self expression," or we decide that words come out and that's all there is to it. Other times we are stricken by the undeniable flaws of our work, even t
Autumn was my first love.October, I follow you -Autumn was my first love.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
from the magic lights of New York
to moonshines in Georgia,
until the colors dissolve.
The anxious poetry of autumn
made a memory of me.
Here’s to things I take for granted:
country road thunderstorms.
Unspoken words, unwritten ideas.
October, I follow you;
I thought I saw you on the shore
where the river runs through gold
on the last boat leaving the city of a hundred spires -
or perhaps Pittsburgh
(it was the lights I guess).
Here’s to the things we leave behind:
sunbeams in November,
letters addressed to no one,
poems, wounds, dead birds.
I’ve got that summertime sadness.
Maybe you’re gonna come back;
we’re changing our ways, taking different roads
and loneliness knows me by name
but October, I follow you;
without you I’m a winter heart,
a love story you don’t want,
a November shade of grey hunting ghosts
in cities that sleep inside our heads.
You told me you lied the night you kiss
Danny Phantom movie, not a script but the plotThe openingDanny Phantom movie, not a script but the plot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Danny had always told his friends and his teachers the same lie when it came to his parents. They were inventors who worked for the government on some secret project that was so important that they couldn't even reveal anything about it. Well it wasn't entirely untrue, they were inventors, and they were working for the government on some big hush hush project that helped pay the bills and fund their other passion. The one that they'd prefer to put on their resume.
If it had been the variety with psychics and cam recorders and EVP detectors then he'd be a little less embarrassed. It was still embarassing, but a little more sane than what his parents did in their spare time.
You see they had a more... scientific approach to ghost hunting, that seemed less methodical and logical, and more like something someone might come up with while watching ghost busters on angel dust. They had this thought in their heads that if you could see, hear, and (in extre
Scary's a Real Godmother Ch2Scary's a Real Godmother Ch29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Well?" Scary Godmother asked as Mr. Pettibones came out of the guest room, where the girl was sleeping. "Did she say anything?"
"You mean besides the fact that she's your goddaughter and that you have to take care of her?" Mr. Pettibones asked, "No."
Scary sighed and her hat drooped down again. She sighed. "Who asked you?" She muttered to her hat, "Well…she said her mother was Tink, right? So…why does she have a broom? She doesn't have a fairy's long, flowing hair…it's all…orange and curly…."
"Like yours." Bug-A-Boo said as he walked into the living room from the basement, a briefcase in his hand. He sighed.
"How was work?"
"Great! I scared the beejabas out of all the kids!" Bug-A-Boo smiled his toothy smile.
"That's good." Mr. Pettibones said as he walked into the kitchen. "So, Scary…"
"Yes?" Scary called into the kitchen.
"Do you think you'll be taking the kid in or not?"
"Uh…well…" Scary looked at the ground, "I'm not sure…she has no proof other than that hat that-"
"Yes I do." Mir
Buttercup's GuiltSummary: Buttercup Muses On Her Earlier Harsh Treatment To The Boy Who Liked Her: Eric SmithButtercup's Guilt5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And, Deals With Her Guilt And Developing Feelings For Him During His Brief Disappearance.
[Based On The Powerfuff Girls/Green Lantern Fanfic.]
a Black haired Girl In a Green Nightgown Looks Out Her Window Into The City At Night....
The Girl Is Buttercup, The Strongest Of The Superhero Team: "The Powerpuff Girls".
But, At this Moment She Is At her Weakest.....
For She Has Done The Most Terrible Thing Ever: She Broke The Heart Of Someone Who Loved Her.
a Single Tear Slipped From Her Eye.
"it`s my fault.....It`s All My Fault.
Buttercup Punched a Wall In Anger, Denting It.
"why did i have to be so, d@#$ cruel....
Buttercup Walked Over To her Bed, Where Her Sister Slept Peacefully.
She Took Out a Small Booklett With a Green Cover That read: "Buttercup's Journal".
Shut Up About TwilightIm getting sick of everyone talking about Twilight. I dont care whether you absolutely love it to death or hate it and have burned your own copy. Just stop talking about it. Ive read the books, Ive liked the books, and Ive hated the fans.Shut Up About Twilight6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Why do I just want people to shut up about this book? Well lets see why I hate the fans:
There are documented cases of people being harassed and actually physically attacked, I dont know how many of these are real but I wouldnt put it past the Twi-tards to actually do this. Im not going to even get into some of these cases; there should be a link at the bottom to this site that has documented these cases into a dictionary form. It explains itself.
The other reason I hate Twi-tards is that they think that Twilight is the greatest thing in the world, given to them by the gods as their holy book and that all opposition to it must be meant with hostility. I sh*t you not. Theres even a f*cking rel
Memory Reconstruction CH.1The sun was almost setting as the sun went further down and down. Humans exited the aquarium from the show that the dolphin was present. The dolphin star, "Flippy" was watching the humans go as he waved at them goodbye. Once they were all gone, he sighed to himself and leaned against the tank. It's been a long time since he's been here and he doesn't remember how he got here. All he knew was that he was the star attraction and his name was Flippy, but he always felt something didn't add up right...But, he always did excuse the thought and ignored the dreams that he endured.Memory Reconstruction CH.14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was dark now and he was all by himself alone in the night again. Flippy had a bit of a sad frown, considering he was alone now. Usually he would imagine other dolphins to inhabit where he is for some company. But, apparently, the workers here and owner thought one dolphin was enough. He glanced around a bit, and saw very few people still at the amusement park, or at least the aquarium area. And he noticed how the
ColoursColours3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was a dreamer, I was not. He appreciates everything, I didn't. He sees life with colours, I see it with darkness. That's why I keep wondering, how? How did he become my last and only love?
His small brown eyes met mine during the meeting for young men soldiers. The war was at its peak and involved countries desperately needed men. I signed up because life for me is nothing and so I might as well waste it with honour. He, on the other hand, joined the army because he was forced to do so.
Feliciano was a photographer. His first love was his camera. He showed me some of his pictures while guarding our posts against the enemies. He tells me stories about all the beautiful sceneries he'd seen under the deafening sounds of falling bombs. After all, he was a dreamer.
One night, while resting in the dirty smelly trenches, Feliciano complained to me about the war and my seriousness.
"I hate this! I should not be here! I want to hold my precious camera and take beautiful pictures! Stupid Brit
Left up to you (Bookshop owner JapanXReader)The tiny sound of the bell ringing filled the silence. You stepped through the grimy door, your eyes widening at the cornucopia of books that stretched across the room. Stacks of books were in each and every corner of the little shop, tables overflowing with them. Shelves went all the up to the ceiling, books of all shapes and sizes adorning them.Left up to you (Bookshop owner JapanXReader)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
This was the sort of place you were looking for, the quiet type of paradise that until now had eluded you. Except, the place was filthy.
Dust cloaked the wooden shelves, hell even the air was thick with it. You had to watch your feet carefully, to make sure your nose wouldn't meet the floor anytime soon.
"Hello?" You said, scanning the room for a sentient life form. "Hello? Is there anyone here?" Your voice got louder as you tried again. After managing to stumble closer to the only table with a cash machine, you rang the bell that was settled on the desk.
A groan emitted from behind the doorway, which was covered by strands of fabric, in an a
Cartoon Network: Time Wasp Crisis - Chapter 2NOTE: This story occurs in an entirely separate timestream than what you're all probably used to. Think of it as "Ultimate Cartoon Network"Cartoon Network: Time Wasp Crisis - Chapter 24 years ago in Settings More Like This
SECTOR V TREEHOUSE CONTROL ROOM...
"So," Dexter said, trying to take in all that Future-Ben had said, "When you say 'apocalyptic nightmare', I'm guessing you mean the future is pretty screwed up?"
"Very." Future-Ben said. "It all started when Aku returned."
The mere mention of the name sent a chill through the room.
"A-Aku?" Numbuh Three asked. "But...he's imprisoned in the underworld."
"I don't know how he came back, but he did." Future-Ben continued, "And this time, he had help. Vilgax..."
The younger Ben gulped.
Dexter's eyes narrowed.
Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup fell silent.
Numbuh One's expression darkened.
"For one entire year, the war between us and Aku's army waged
AvalonAvalonAvalon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Disaster struck upon the Earth
Chaos spread like a wildfire
And the humanity split
Turning on one another
Soon nothing was left but the bare dust of the burned
The virus spread and killed everyone
And in time the dead came back to life
Hunting the living and punishing them for their sins
The Armageddon came and we couldn't escape
The world fell in to the dust of destruction
With each day the living decay as the dead arise
With each moment the remains of humanity fade
The sun blazes over the dying lands
The dry rivers and burned fields
Only the road keeps on going forever
Only the road keeps us alive
We move from town to town looking for hope
Looking for survivors in the ruins of the old world
But with each day the hope for finding anything living fades
And all the resources draw near their end
I don't know how much we can make it
Our morals and our spirits are slowly being crushed
I try to act tough for the people but it's unbearable
It's unbearable to know that all of our belov
Prom"Kurt, I swear, you need to calm down or I'm going to have to tie you up."Prom5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The boy was standing in front of the large bathroom mirror with his stepbrother Finn towering beside him. A grin was on his face as he straightened his little bow tie. He let out a shaky sigh, his excited aqua eyes shutting as he did so. "I-I know Finn " he murmured, biting his lip to try and hide his smile.
Finn muttered something under his breath, before the boys heard the doorbell ring. While Finn simply checked over his suit one more time, Kurt nearly squealed.
It was Prom night for William McKinley High School, and Kurt had been looking forward to it for months. Finn could really care less, sure he was a little excited about it, but nothing compared to Kurt.
Before Kurt could kill himself scrambling down the stairs, the two teens heard Burt shouting that it was Rachel. Kurt's heart dropped, and he simply stopped dead in his tracks. It was fine, there was still a half an hour before he needed to leave,
Teacher!AmericaxReader Chapter 5You and Alfred didn't exactly go on a honeymoon, the main reason being he had to work the next day and had no one to work for him. So the next few days went along smoothly like always. The weekend came in no time and you two planned to go out of town for a small trip. But that morning you caught a cold.Teacher!AmericaxReader Chapter 53 years ago in Settings More Like This
"You have a slight fever..." Alfred says as he takes your temperature. "I think we should hold our trip till another weekend when your feeling better."
"I would love to disagree with you." You state as you lift your head up from the bed. "But i can barely keep my head up.." You lay back down.
"I say if you aren't feeling better by Monday we take you to the doctors." Alfred sits on the bed next to you. "And if you need anything I'll get it for you. I think you just need a lot of rest, and water."
You sigh and lay on him. "Do you think.. I should go to school for my last year? Just you know... not here?"
"If you want to.." He replies softly running his hand through your hair.
"If I go bac
KND Super-Top Secret Files: Numbuh 5KND Super-Top Secret Files: Numbuh 54 years ago in Profiles More Like This
OPERATIVE: Numbuh 5
REAL NAME: Abigail "Abby" Lincoln
EYE COLOR: Unknown (always wears cap over eyes)
HAIR COLOR: Black
SPECIALTY: Second-in-command, stealthy-like tactics
VOICED BY: Cree Summers
FIRST APPEARANCE: "No P in the Ool" (series pilot)
LAST APPEARANCE: "Operation: I.N.T.E.R.V.I.E.W.S." (seres finale)
-Known relatives: Dr Lincoln (father), Mrs. Lincoln (mother), Cree Lincoln (formally Numbuh 11; sister), unnamed older brother, unnamed nieces/nephews
-Born in France
-Most prized possession; her signature red hat given to her by her sister, Cree
-Close friendships with Numbuhs 1, 3, and 4
-Has shown hidden romantic feelings for Numbuh 2
-Easily the most sensible and level-headed of the group
-Has the biggest sweet tooth out of Sector V, and is a frequent candy hunter
KND Super-Top Secret Files: Numbuh 3KND Super-Top Secret Files: Numbuh 34 years ago in Profiles More Like This
OPERATIVE: Numbuh 3
REAL NAME: Kuki Sanban
EYE COLOR: Violet
HAIR COLOR: Black
SPECIALTY: Diversionary tactics, medic, hamster caretaker
VOICED BY: Lauren Tom
FIRST APPEARANCE: "No P in the Ool" (series pilot)
LAST APPEARANCE: "Operation: I.N.T.E.R.V.I.E.W.S." (seres finale)
-Born in Japan. Originally wasn't too good at English, but got better
-Known relatives: Kani Sanban (father), Genki Sanban (mother), Mushi Sanban (sister)
-Close friendships with Numbuh 5
-Has shown hidden romantic feelings towards Numbuh 4. Well, hidden from him, at least
-Known for being something of an airhead, usually off in her own little world, but evidence has suggested she's smarter than others have been lead to believe
-Owns thousands of stuffed animals (particularly Rainbow Monkeys) and is extremely defensive of them
An Auslly Story: Hidden Feelings Part 2Chapter 2: Growing JealousyAn Auslly Story: Hidden Feelings Part 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
I'm sooo happy today! Cassidy finally came back which means I get to go on that date with her! Woot woot! I have to bring it up of course..... "That's great and all Cassidy, but I was wondering, can we go on that date now?" I shyly asked her. She replied, "Of course we can. I did promise you, didn't I?" and she winked at me. I led her to a table and we sat there and chatted even more.
I didn't even finish up my Pickle Sandwich, as delicious as it was because I somehow couldn't stand the thought of Austin hanging out with another girl besides me. Weird, right? But I just continued watching as they chatted and later on, I saw Cassidy wink at Austin and they walked to a table together. No one flirts with my Austin except me! Well, supposing I flirted with him in the first place..... But this sickening feeling of mine continued on and worsened by the minute so I know I had to do something about it. I saw him grab her hand a
PrussiaxReader : Halloween Fright!PrussiaxReader : Halloween Fright!3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was Halloween night. A child’s favorite night of the year. You were
dressed up and giving out candy from your door as usual when you heard an eerie
noise that made you want to run away and curl up in a ball in your bed.
“(Name…)” a dark figure said in a low whisper. You closed your eyes hoping it
was just your imagination getting to you. When your eyes cracked open, you saw
the scariest thing that ever crawled into the depths of your mind. The person
you loved most, your best friend (and your crush for 15 years), Gilbert
Beilschmidt, holding a gun to your wide (e/c) eye. “Happy Halloween, frau.”
You jerked up with a blood-curling scream. Your forehead was dripping with sweat. You thought you were hyperventilating but you just had your hand over your mouth. Af
The Soundtrack of My Summer, Ch. 16Emma leaned against the large island in the kitchen, sipping the hot gourmet coffee that Ross had just made for her. She took a good look at the beautiful kitchen while enjoying her coffee. And it truly was beautiful; the room was large and roomy, with a long dining table taking up about half of the room. The other half contained the actual kitchen, which contained a marble counter, chic but classic white cupboards, an expensive-looking refrigerator and stove, and several other kitchen appliances. Emma took notice in the multiple appliances, most of which were from KitchenAid. Though she knew it was wrong, she began to envy all of it. "You know, when I was growing up, I always wanted a kitchen kind of like this one. I actually decided that I'd like to have a cheap, small house so that I could spend all of my money on an amazing kitchen." Emma smiled, looking down at the counter. Then to herself, 'Wait, did I really just say that out loud? Oh my gosh, Ross is going to think I'm a totalThe Soundtrack of My Summer, Ch. 163 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The 1998 HousefireThe 1998 Housefire at 198 Wentworth SouthThe 1998 Housefire6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Snow falling on cinders; falling on issues,
300, of Mad,
and Nintendo Power;
falling on a consoles red Cyclopean power (cooked
internally, blinking to black,
volumes of ongoing adventures, dreams of power,
my life in virtuosity, melting,
gooping into Grade One element comprehension);
falling on posters and curtains
gone up fire-fast, like Japanese letters read
falling on the bamboo-print
bed, the heat
to beat the heart;
falling on candles;
falling on bookshelves great with stomach
falling on shadows
I once hid from as from
a hungry ghost;
Falling where Nagasaki
where the ceilingwhere the roof
I feel the pain of everyone.
Then I feel nothing.