The Victims In ChargeEverybody's free to speakThe Victims In Charge1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You saw as much in the news last week
So long as your views are not 'offensive'
Because we're all defensive
What we dislike we now call 'fear'
Because we have refused to hear
That disagreement is not hate
It will be when we run the state
No-one must offend the minority
We rightly can decry the majority
And then define what counts as 'insult'
To us it seems a fair result
In tolerance we must agree
But we can't agree to disagree
Despite our talk of 'diversity'
And progress towards being free
We demand equality
Ignoring the absurdity
When views are contradictory
Some must more equal be
It's our right to silence dissent
From ideologues whom we resent
Yes, things are surely different
Now we're the victims in charge
Prototype ZeroEven as I write this, I realize my time is shortPrototype Zero5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My name is Haraway. I am a scientist, or I was once upon a time.
For the longest time we have wondered, "What is a Pokémon?" in the same way that we have wondered, "What is man?" We began our research in a simple enough way, setting up programs to emulate basic Pokémon actions and reactions.
This was long before we were able to truly understand Pokémon, even before the first forms of the modern day Pokéball were developed. We knew that they were something to be feared and respected. Quite a few people had developed bonds with Pokémon but many of these were fleeting and offered no real potential for us to study said Pokémon.
The emulators fixed this, allowing us to take any information no matter how fleeting and study its possibilities. We were able to gather personality traits, possible origins, anything, and study them; this technology was invaluable and would eventually become the basis for the Pokéde
Dragon Age Fan Comic - Stronger IDragon Age Fan Comic - Stronger I2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Although she knew that the pain would fade, Hawke couldn’t stop her body from trembling. Even thinking about the fact that Fenris had these markings ALL over his body, let rage grow deep inside of her. She would make sure that this bastard magister who called himself Master regretted what he had done to the elf.
The thought came from a part inside of her which was attracted by the warrior, in a way she had never been attracted by another man before. Another part inside of her, namely the part which had always been aiming for power, at least as long as she could remember, told her that in this case she would have never received the information that such a ritual even existed; a ritual that had created the man Fenris was today.
Deep inside of her a mixture of jealousy and adoration was evolving: Jealousy because the elven warrior had so much power and was still complaining always and everywhere about it; adoration because she understood now what
Creepypasta - RedIt's an endless loop.Creepypasta - Red4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't mind it so much, I guess. I've gotten to know the different terrains really well, and I always loved exploring. It's what I always wanted to do, after all, this journey. Maybe I should be thankful that even when it ends, I get to do it over again. When you choose your starter, and release them for the first time, the look of trust and love in their eyes... Well, even jaded as I've become, it's the one thing that never fails to melt my heart. Maybe I'm lucky. Not everyone gets to live out their dream over and over again.
"I love you, mom."
"All boys dream of traveling. It said so on TV."
There are good parts. Meeting new friends for the first time. Raising them to their true potential. It's the first time for them, and their enthusiasm is infectious. And some things, like watching all that hard work pay off when they evolve, never get old. I can be happy. Sometimes I laugh. Sometimes I forget that it's this way.
It broke Green.
He was my best friend, always
[Day 12] - Insanity[Day 12] - Insanity2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Loving him was nothing short of insane.
He was always hot or cold. She could never read his expressions, she could never tell how he felt, and that kept her on her toes. Not to mention he had left her without a second thought, he constantly spat upon what she stood for and all she was… It seemed to her that loving him so desperately was simply unnatural.
But then he would speak words of kindness and tenderness. He would kiss her like she was meant to be treasured, like she was meant to be loved. His voice, low and soothing, would tell her the things she needed to hear to get through the day.
How could she not love him?
He had a troubled past, she knew that, and that made it seem like they were not meant to be. They seemed to fit together so haphazardly, as if they were once made for each other, but were now broken beyond repair, beyond connectedness.
…But, Maker, she could get lost in those green eyes.
She knew it was insane. But frankly, she didn’t care anymore.
Tell Me ThisOh, so you're not thin?Tell Me This2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me how you're ugly.
Oh, so your hair doesn't look good everyday?
Tell me whose does.
Oh, so you make mistakes?
Tell me who doesn't.
Oh, so you're not a model?
Tell me what the definition of beauty is.
Oh, so you aren't normal?
Tell me what "normal" is.
Oh, so you aren't good enough?
Tell me why.
Because there isn't a standard you need to reach to be yourself.
Event Gone WrongWhen I found out there was a new event for HG/SS that allowed players to get a Mew, I was excited to say the very least. I had never in any of my Pokémon games come to own a Mew, given the Nintendo events for them had since past and I wasn't about to risk screwing up a game with the Mew glitch. I was at my sister's when I found out and was unfortunately without my DS at the time, so I had to wait until I was back at my dad's to receive my Mew. Just about the moment I got back in the house, I immediately went off to get my new Pokémon; despite not being that big of a Pokémon fan anymore, the anticipation of receiving this rare and special bunch of data brought back some of the excitement I used to feel when I first started playing the games.Event Gone Wrong5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
However the Mew would have to wait to be used, since I had a strict training regiment in place for my present team at the time I got the legendary. All my Pokémon needed to be at level 20 before I could start training my Mew, des
The Forward MovementThe Forward Movement2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my feet, the forward movement from where my future calls.
Once again I will shed my skin,
leaving behind the marks of where I've been.
[Day 22] - Mother[Day 22] - Mother2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He looked up from his place and the dinner table, his eyebrow quirking as he chewed the dinner Orana had prepared for them. “Yes?” he asked Hawke, his eyes narrowing slightly due to her mischievous look.
“Have you ever thought about children? Having them, I mean?”
He could feel the amusement rolling off of her in waves as he choked on the food in his mouth, coughing and sputtering as he attempted to clear his airway. When he could finally speak, he stared warily at her for a moment before asking, “Are you trying to tell me something?”
“What?” she inquired, confused. “Oh – no, no,” she assured him while laughing, and he glared at her with aggravation. “I was just curious.”
“I – no,” he answered, still a bit put off by the question. “I’ve never thought about it.”
“Because I was a slave,” he answered, his mouth pull
BoredomWhy is it always like this?Boredom3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why am I always so bored?
Life is meant to be happy and fun
A whole world waiting to be explored
I'm just sitting here
Waiting for something to do
The only way to minimise this boredom
Is by talking to you
The time will come
When this boredom will depart
Just for a split second though
Then the process will restart
Radioromance Pt. 1Ghost transmissions: echo from the screenRadioromance Pt. 14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in an empty theater now forsaken to chronology,
with broken pilasters, crooked seats, dead dust,
paint and gold peeling, and the rust
as layers from a dream.
Her face: vignetted and soft in the glow of studio lighting
slowly decays, erased with time,
a living film: always shifting, ever changing,
the infinite and steady stare
of grey and hollow eyes.
Her coat shudders: outside,
in the cold breeze of final night,
and the sky shifts with broken verses,
revealing echoes of moonlight.
the fatal wound, the cigarette,
the silent noir
of the final scene.
the buildings -- corpses, monuments so decayed,
this steady architecture of movement,
these hollow roads: memory.
The distressingly well-heeled and ill-at-ease
Aristocrats of the old Europe, of the Old World
Are passing away
From the streets of Salzburg and Vienna
Geneva and Ljubljana
The places you dimly remember (hence how they are lit)
That have becom
Character Quiz Template1. Fill in the blanks with 15 of your characters.Character Quiz Template7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2. Answer the questions as follows.
1. Would you rather go on a date 5 or 12?
2. A man wearing a thong and boxers on his head comes up to 8 and demands their money. Their reaction?
3. 6 comes home and finds that 2 has broken into their house and is stealing their possessions. What happens?
4. Would 13 ever have sex with 9?
5. What would 5 and 10s lovechild look like?
6. What would 7 never ever admit to the world?
7. Do you think that 1 is sexy/cute?
8. Is 9 or 14 more likely to commit murder?
9. What is the last thing that 15 would ever wear?
10. Why would 15 hate 7?
11. Is 4 a virgin?
12. What would 2 get 3 for their birthday?
13. Does 9 go to church?
14. 12 and 1 go scuba diving. What happens?
15. Would 6 survive a zombie apocalypse?
16. Whos taller, 4 or 14?
17. 5 and 8 get in a fight. Who surrenders first?
18. Does 13 trust 3 enough to drive with them during a heavy rain
flesh puzzlesIn the beginning it was enough. Id be wide-eyed, quietly watching her through the windows. Limbs and torso like a slender tree; bowing in wind and always shooting up toward the sun. Shed wear summer skin in the middle of winter with freckles spoiling her shoulders and cheekbones. Her birthmark was a dull red stain at her collarbone and she had a mole beneath her left breast. She was thirteen and I thirty, but my, oh my, did I ache to see her insides.flesh puzzles6 years ago in Horror More Like This
The house next door they called the sea house because it was two stories of cerulean blue. Through my bedroom window I could see naught but an empty bedroom. But late September the Parler family moved in. The Father was a tree of a man who was always working and the mother was a blonde lady named Annie with big tits and long legs. She brought around a tray of brownies for me, pathetic bitch, I thought as I fed them to the Cooper. I took him for a walk in the early morning mist and let him shit on their lawn.
It was late afterno
how to become a writerhave parents that separatehow to become a writer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you’re in high school;
a father filled with unused anger
and a mother too busy to care.
pretend it doesn’t hurt.
let your friends treat you
everything is your fault.
listen to their problems with a fake smile
all the while crying out because
everything hurts and no one can see.
press a knife to your skin,
but be too cowardly to
draw your own blood.
fall in love with people
who could never notice you,
just. not. good.
chew on the multicolored
strands of your hair.
(you can’t stop running
from who you really are.)
carry around a notebook
and scrawl eve
Perfect Dreams Or Imperfect Reality?Perfect Dreams Or Imperfect Reality?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you ever get that feeling,
Do you ever think that maybe,
Your dreams are just too perfect,
Hidden inside of your head.
Do you ever get the feeling,
That the dreams you dream are nothing,
Nothing till realities had it's say,
And added a few imperfections to the perfect image.
Do you ever think that perfection,
Is simply not enough,
Without a few meddles and difficulties,
Along the way.
That time you imagined lying in the grass in a meadow,
Wrapped arm in arm with your loved one,
Did you think that maybe if it was real,
It would start to rain?
Or maybe you'd accidentally lie on some stinging nettles?
Did you ever imagine to tip wine all over the person you are withs clothes?
Or to catch a cold from that snowball fight at midnight?
Or to have an allergic reaction to the grass you laid on?
Or maybe even have you car break down on the side of the high way?
It's the imperfect moments that make everything perfect,
The way you turn the broken down car,
Into a picnic under the stars,
This is for the Average ArtistIt is painful at times,This is for the Average Artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seeing those born with skill and talent.
They paint such beautiful things, using the barest of material.
Entire worlds are spun at their fingertips, all from a dot of paint.
I think sometimes, of how nice it must be,
To be able to capture such beauty, within the borders of a page.
To spin a tale from but the smallest of phrases,
To create a fantastic adventure from a mundane experience.
It is painful indeed at times. When I am seated in this room,
Surrounded by the dull hum of failure and regret,
I ask myself, with eyes burning in the mirror,
Am I finally ready to give it all up?
'No!' I say
I will not let it end this way!
Not without a fight, not until I know that I am utterly broken.
The good lord may have blessed you with talent my friend,
He has given you everything that I could have ever desired...
But there is one thing that I have earned;
One little gift that remains my own.
You would not know of it,
Since you have never felt it,
[Day 14] - Smile[Day 14] - Smile2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was subtle, rare, and beautiful. It roused something deep within her whenever it did emerge, an unusual occurrence. It made him look younger, more carefree, despite all he had been through and all he had seen.
So, one day, she simply told him as they sat in her study, “I love your smile.”
“You love… my smile?” he asked, his voice disbelieving and his eyes skeptical.
“You don’t smile very often,” she said, “you’re always brooding.”
“Not you, too,” he shook his head, his mouth twisting into a half-snarl.
“That’s beside the point,” she laughed, trying to coax him out of the darkness he liked to reside in. “My point is – why don’t you smile very much?” she asked. “Surely you have reason to.”
“I do,” he said, his nose scrunching slightly with distaste.
“Then try to keep that on your mind,” she said matter-of-factly, her mouth pursing
The CockatriceThe Cockatrice10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Et Viz!" With a crook'd finger the old man did point
Toward a cage, draped strangely with a black damask
From which, a hissing coo did sound
And from which, an occasional crimson-emerald feather did fall.
Intrigued, I did stand and take notice at once
And motioned to see what was there in this cage
Seated in this strange store, this very strange shop
That one would probably forget ever existed
If one passed it by on such a forgettable street
Yet here I was, anxious and awaiting
Of what my eyes were to be quick to tell my brain --
And behold! Lifted, did the ancient storekeep,
With his hobbling and crook'd gait just so
The shroud of mystery, black though faded to a dull brown
That had long covered this strange cage
From which a hissing coo did sound every then and now.
And see! Yes I saw, indeed I did, a bird of beauty peculiar
In fact it made me laugh at first, for it was
None other than a Cockatrice, fabulous Greek bird-serpent
Imported, conveniently enough, from
How Not to Tell a StoryAfter being on DeviantArt for a few years now, I've noticed patterns in people's stories. Patterns, that I can't say I've ever seen until I started using the internet. I believe that's because these kind of patterns are thoroughly unprofessional. The pattern in short is this:How Not to Tell a Story2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Character = victim
Plot = bad things happening to said victim
Maybe this sounds harsh. It's not if you understand that is ALL there is to these stories. They take any character, hurl them into a tragedy and that's it.
Let's get this straight: We do not know your character well enough to care about them yet. No matter how bloody and gutty their injuries are, no matter how many of their family members are deceased, no matter what their boyfriend did to them, no matter what kind of disease they have, WE. DO. NOT. CARE!!!!!
These kind of things are sad in themselves, but WHO is this person we're supposed to feel so horrible for? Establish THAT. It should be your absolute FIRST priority: no exceptions.
No more pasting
[Day 7] - Legend[Day 7] - Legend2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was a legend now, he assumed.
Now the Champion of Kirkwall - a woman fitting and deserving of her title – he knew that there’d be little room for a former slave in her life, little interest in a broken elf who had left her while the bed was still warm. Before, he had only hoped to remain idly in her presence as she continued her busy, yet inconsequential life. But now… she was too important to have someone as lowly as him abide.
So as he stood in the doorway on the night of the banquet in her honor, watching her silently for a moment as she applied something to her face, he decided he would say goodbye to her for good so they could both move on with their lives (without a constant painful reminder of what had passed).
“Hawke?” he said after a moment, his voice thick and raw.
She jumped slightly, having been completely absorbed in making her face look perfect (though he knew it always was). “Oh, hey, Fenris,” she said softly, sounding confu
NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter VINOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter VI2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMON
Chapter VI: "Dirty Little Secret"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
He had awakened from a restless sleep at the cool, gentle touch of a hand, not his own, caressing his fevered brow. He could hear the steady beeps of the medical equipment around him and feel the slow drips of the IV tubing underneath his skin. Filling his lungs with air with a heavy amount of effort, the gardener shifted uneasily against the pillow and swallowed thickly a cough. His mouth was parched. His flesh felt hot and clammy. His entire body felt heavy, as if weighed down by boulders. Everything felt numb. His eyes squinted to focus through the drug-fueled haze before him, but couldn't. It was too bright to see. He could, however, make out a silhouetted figure of what appeared to be a woman.
NOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter IINOES: Innocent Demon, Chapter II5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET: INNOCENT DEMON
Chapter II: "Déjà Vu"
Written by Abri Isgrig and Diane N. Tran
"You, me, alone," grinned Freddy sinfully, laying out his easy charm unmitigatedly thick, like marmalade, while he curled his tongue under her ear. "Spread eagle between the Babies Alive and the Barbie Dream Houses. Faces lit. Bodies entwined. Our screams echoing across the halls. Whattaya say?"
"Tempting," Loretta forced back a moan, attempting to pull away before she did something she would really regret. "But the answer's no."
"Loooorretta," her name was drawn from his lips in a slow, low murmur, as his hand slithered under her dress and teased at her skin, watching her squirm and shiver with a throaty chuckle. "Do you really mean no? Cause you know what? I can hear," his fingers cupped between her legs and curled, causing he