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
Stand Up and FightStand Up and Fight:Stand Up and Fight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What happened to your hopes,
What happened your dreams?
You're sitting here in silence,
You listen to the screams.
I think you've had enough,
Just stand up and fight.
Don't let yourself be this way,
It's not alright.
You used to have a smile,
But then they made it go.
They crushed you in the dirt,
Now you're feelin' really low.
I think you've had enough,
Just stand up and fight,
Don't let yourself be this way,
It's not alright.
The big bullies gang up,
They got their own hang up,
Forget it and man up,
Ya just gotta stand up.
Because this is your life,
Don't throw it away.
Just stand up and fight,
Now let me hear you now say:
"You ain't never gonna bring me down!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 20th February 2012
There's a Witch In Our HouseTheres a witch inside our houseThere's a Witch In Our House7 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
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
To Whom Do You Belong?To Whom Do You Belong?4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When in the height of youthful prime,
And candour gently reigned,
Then feared you not the march of Time,
Possession you disdained.
How fulsome in existence chaste
Were you content to dwell;
And life's pursuits in restless haste
Cast not their ugly spell.
Content without the irksome hand
Of one who gathers flowers.
Content in peaceful shades to stand
Whilst claims were made in bowers.
Then came those hands, clear to discern
Above the heady throng.
How came you for those hands to yearn?
To whom do you belong?
Why sigh you now, with faded mien,
For hands which care you not?
Regretting thus to be unseen,
Regretting now your lot?
Regretting now the loss of time,
And peace in disarray?
The ravages of seasons' clime
Upon your features prey.
Resign you now alone to fade,
Your bloom o'ercast by care.
Resign again to unseen shade.
In vain do you despair.
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
Danny Phantom movie, not a script but the plotThe openingDanny Phantom movie, not a script but the plot2 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
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 Twilight5 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.13 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
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".
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 23 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
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)2 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
ColoursColours2 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
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. 162 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Everlasting Snow: Chapter 54Everlasting Snow: Chapter 542 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warning: This chapter contains spoilers regarding the Rise of the Guardians movie!
You abruptly sit up in your bed, gasping for air.
Beads of cold sweat dot your forehead, dampening the roots and tips of your hair.
Your hand shaking vigorously, you switch on the light to chase away the dancing shadows of darkness. You take a quick survey of your room, searching for anything that is out of place.
All seems well.
You bring your knees up to your chest, hugging your legs as you attempt to stop trembling. You take long, deep breaths, closing your eyes in your effort to calm down.
It eventually works.
Your eyes half-open but not truly seeing anything, the images of your nightmare play back in your head, flashes of dismal memory slowly fading away with the on-come of your consciousness and the light.
There was you, and there was Jack. Once again, he was in his old clothes, his hair that chestn
Grim Jr. LifeOh how can one tellGrim Jr. Life8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When one's life
Is an eternal hell?
Born to be death
How does one cope
If they do not know
To hang on or let go of hope
Son of death am I
But it is sister dear
That is his joy and pride.
Mother and father
Do not see
Just how powerful
I can be
But, I will show
Show them my glory
This is my story
I will try
Try with every breath
I'll make you proud.....
I'll be the very best Death
People will fear me
And people will scream
Father, this is for you
I complete your greatest dream.
poem for Kim: by Ron StoppableInspired by the series; Kim Possible and stories by Captainkodak1poem for Kim: by Ron Stoppable10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Diary entry in Ron's diary
TO: KIM POSSIBLE
I love her so much
I love her with all my mind and spirit
I love her with all my body and soul
she is more precious to me
than the biggest diamond
or the largest sum of money
she is more precious than my own life
When her hands touch me
They are like the heat of fire when I'm cold
Or like a cooling summer breeze when I'm hot
When I hold her in my arms
She is like a warm enveloping blanket
A precious jewel I strive and yearn to protect
Her face is as beautiful as a spring rose
Her hair cascades down her back
Like gentle auburn waters
I crumble beneath her tears and cries
For I cannot stand to see her
Feel pain or sorrow of any kind
Her smile is as beaming as the sun's rays
Her eyes shine like precious rubies
Every day I wake longing to see
To see those green emerald eyes
To see that radiant smile
To see that mesmerizing beauty
My love for her is greater than anything
My love for
Prom"Kurt, I swear, you need to calm down or I'm going to have to tie you up."Prom4 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,
AvalonAvalonAvalon2 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
Everyone was dancingEveryone was dancing6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I closed my eyes to see the ballroom before me
Dancers in white suits spun all around
I closed my eyes to see the ballroom set before me
Elegant angels, adorned in white gowns.
I closed my eyes in blatant fear
Closed my mind to whats out there
I opened up my eyes... to see
Everyone was dancing
With my eyes tightly shut I saw them
Each couple, hand and hand
I closed my eyes and I saw them
Dancing, spinning, across the ballroom
They flowed through the room like a flood
And raced past each other like the tide
Hand in hand, on hip on side
With white masks, and blackened eyes
They danced the dance of hopelessness
And danced to the tune of despair
White masks which shed a single tear
I trembled in my fear
Where is this place? This ballroom grace
What is this mournful waltz?
Who are these saddened spirits
Enslaved, by love or faults
How did I come upon this place
This ballroom set before me
Where everyone was dancing
In beauty and obscenity
A chill grew up my spine
My heart beat, my temperatu
Embarrassing .:RomanoXReader:.It was a regular day at school. You and your best friend had just started going to World Academy, so you didn't know a lot of people. But today was not normal, you had just told your friend who your crush was.Embarrassing .:RomanoXReader:.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Come on (name)! Just tell me! I know you like someone, you've been out of it for a while." (BFF) said to you as you were walking out of the theater.
"Okay you really want to know?" You asked, tired of this whole thing.
"Yes!" She practiaclly yelled.
"It's a guy in our English class." You said as the two of you were heading to said class right now.
"Dude, like 75% of that class are guys." Your friend said.
"I'll show you him, when we get there." You sighed.
The two of you entered the class room. There were a few students and the teacher had yet to arrive. The two of you sat in your seats, although she sat one seat away from you but Alfred wasn't there yet so the two of you continued to chat.
"So who is it?" She asked tentavily.
"Okay he's right there, two seats away f