What is on the other side?When you're staring at your reflection, what do you see? It is obvious to most people that you see anWhat is on the other side?11 months ago in Emotional More Like This
exact image of yourself, but how do you depict that lingering 'image' that surrounds you?
What exactly do you 'see' when you look into a mirror? Light is everywhere and no person can escape
it. The same can be said about a person's feelings no matter how hard they try to cast a shallow mask
behind their true emotions.
Just how fragile are we? There are some who have more willpower than others, but lack in other
departments that help to build us up. What is it that makes you a strong or weak person?
What are you gazing at? Do you perhaps see a strong individual on that other side of the light? Is
there something dark and mysterious about that 'impostor' that you just can't figure out yet? Where
are you? Who are you?
What is on the other side?
oukamiyoukai's list of anti art block challengesOukamiyoukai’s list of anti art block challenges.oukamiyoukai's list of anti art block challenges2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
These are just a few things I think about if I want to get rid of art block. I will probably add more in the future, but here’s a few now to get you inspired. These are to be done at leisure and don’t have to be in any order. They are for fun.
1 gesture drawing. This is super easy. Basically find a relatively complicated shape, and draw it with as few marks as possible. It doesn’t really have to resemble it in any way. As long as you know what it is. I probably do about 30 of these a day. Honestly they’ve helped a lot with everything. You can add color if you want. For this challenge I recommend doing enough to inspire you rather it be 10-100. (I’ll link some examples).
2 combining an animal and an inanimate object. Select one animal and one object and combine them. I would highly recommend thinking about general shapes of both and using repetition in your design. No imaginary animals (you
Eye Don't I don't knowEye Don't2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I don't know
And there is nothing I do know
Except I know
I don't know
All that I have ever done
All that I have ever thought
Has brought me to this moment
All that has ever happened to me
And all that I have ever happened to
Has brought me
And I don't know where here is
TF High 9TF High Chapter 9: Party Animal (Or: Snarls and stripes)TF High 96 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Travis Fortmasion's high school dance had finally come. The students arrived in the best suits, dresses, fur, and flea collars. If you think dancing in a crowded room is hard, try dancing in a room crowed with animal/human hybrids. Animal transformations had become nearly a normal occurrence, at the small high school, but that doesn't mean the students were happy about it.
"I can hardly stand it!" Brandi Hound; the schools half bloodhound student and top reporter, barked. "A month ago I was getting a lot of offers just to go to the dance, now nobody will even get me some punch." "I know what you mean." Coline Bell, another transformee replied. "Since I've turned into a cow, it seems the only thing I'm good for is save money on milk. *Sigh* Well at least Peggy is having fun, who knew that she could dance like that with those pig hoofs?"
"At least you can still dance." Toby Smalls, the school's one time shrimp, turned elephan
a boy i used to knowlanky with long dark hair; i thought he was the most beautiful thing in the world and even though he denied it, i knew he was just being modest. sometimes i would let him stick his hands up my shirt and touch my ribs. he'd slide his long fingers up and down each one, reminding me of how thin i am. i often forget.a boy i used to know5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
i liked it when he touched me, but that was short lived and it was already too late to tell him to stop. it was like he didn't understand the meaning of the word "no" but i could forgive it because the mistakes he made were so honest.
"what would you do if i died?" he asked.
"i would be sad," was all i said and he looked disappointed.
today his hair is short and his eyes show a change. today i realized that he is the type of boy that all the teenage girls write about and it makes me feel pathetic in more ways than one.
he's been my inspiration for too long and it's time for me to move on because he's gone.
he's been gone for a long time.
TF High 10TF High Chapter 10: Monkey BusinessTF High 106 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
It was an odd sight to see a mob in The Valley; it was an even odder sight to see a mob of half-animal students. A large group of Travis Fortmasion high's students had been transformed, over the past few weeks, for awhile it was somewhat funny, and somehow acceptable but the novelty had worn off. The students had finally had enough and gathered outside the GeneCorp lab lead by the school's half bloodhound reporter, Brandi Hound.
"Why won't they come out?!?" Brandi asked with a snarl. "OPEN UP YOU CLOWNS WE AREN'T PLAYING AROUND HERE!" Brandi shook the doors in a feudal attempt to pry them loose. "Come on open you damn doors!" She said half to herself before stopping to catch her breath. "Allow me!" Toby Smalls; the elephant hybrid student, said.
Moving back a few steps Toby lets out a loud yell "INCOMING!" using all his force Toby easily breaks through the door. Brandi and the others follow into an empty lobby with not much more than a few empty chai
TF High 16TF High Chapter 16: Howling MadTF High 166 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"ABSOLUTLY NOT!" Coach Grey yelled as he stood in the school's doorway. "I can't let any unauthorized persons on school ground!, "But it's of the utmost importance that we talk to Principle Miller right away!" Peggy replied. "No can do, unless you're a student or faculty I can't let you in without an appointment!" Coach Grey said for what had been about the 5th time in the last 10 minutes. "But Miss. Perkins wouldn't make an appointment for us, couldn't you jus " "Let me handle this Peggy" Brandi interrupted, "Now look here you sorry excuse for a substitute! The transformations here are getting worse and worse, and you won't be able to stop them if we don't talk to Miss Miller, so why don't you just back off and "
"NO, no one gets in without an appointment", Coach Grey started again "Now scram before I ", "That's quite enough MrRrr. Grey!" said a authoritative, and rather annoyed sounding, voice from behind Coach Grey. Turning round the gr
What We're Doing♦♦♦♦♦What We're Doing1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“After all, rarely do the men who orchestrate wars find themselves holding the instruments. It's those holding the instruments, you see, they go and they die, they die at each others hands, and all their familiars and relations they weep and they cry revenge, and then the whole thing's sunk. Then the whole thing is personal, and if it lasts long enough it is cultural, and then for all the original maestros may wish most dearly to cease the thing it is too late, don't you see. The match is lit, the throat, is slit.”
Private Lanson squirmed, still adjusting to his heavy standard-issue boots, belts, and helm. The drawling voice in the shadow had been going in this vein for a good ten minutes and it hadn't helped him settle into his uniform one bit.
“Wars are fought for other people. For crowns and cravats who failed to keep the peace with words. And also for th
AC - MortalityThe soft sound of linen and metal was like the melody to his life. A soft eb and flow of activity, suppose to be unheard but in the eyes of a novice, they were silent as death. Hardly the case, but he could not deny their attempt at learning. The linen and metal would be joined by leather scraping; boots being put on, gauntlets buckled, spaulders snapped. Then the soft sound of silk, red as blood that flowed in rivers from their blades as they wound the cloth about their waist. A physical war paint, a splash of death against the pure ivory of their robes. Finally more leather; the wrapping of their knife belts, attachment of their swords, one pulls his gloves on, another readjusts his shoe. They're in, they're out, they're gone on their missions to douse feathers in vitae another day long, and all he could do was shut his eyes and listen to the silence assassin's left in their wake.AC - Mortality5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The silence was like the assassin himself; a heavy, ominous creature that made no sound, that
A Night In Aussie-Kangaroo TFLoud music boomed from the stereo, being played by my neighbors in this hotel. I have been trying to get to sleep for over an hour now, and no success because of that damned techno crap those guests are playing.A Night In Aussie-Kangaroo TF5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Damn it.... Why can't they just go to sleep? It's almost 2 o'clock in the morning...." I say, trying to bury my head in the pillows left for me on the bed. "If the hotel management isn't going to do anything about this, I'll just have to do it myself..." I decided in my head. I got up, grabbed my jeans off the floor, and put on a shirt.
Opening the door of my room, I exited quickly and slammed the door shut. I walked down the hall a small ways, and arrived at my 'neighbor's' room. I knocked on the door, only to find that it wasn't even shut. I eyed it suspiciously, and decided to enter with caution. When I got in the room, I soon discovered why the inhabitants (or rather, inhabitant, as there was only one) had left the music on. The only other being that was in the room
but i prefer to eat vegetables Last year I loved apples. Not eating them, but smelling them. No, I could never eat an apple; it wasn't that I didn't want to I did but the apple preferred to be with other apples, not apple-pickers. Everyday I would pick an apple, or rather, the apple; I'd dust the dirt off, check for worms, adore the color everything but taste it. A perfect, polished apple, and all I wanted was a bite . . .but i prefer to eat vegetables6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
This year I prefer raisins. I called apples the healthiest fruit before I met my first raisin. Like apples, raisins are too delicious to be true, too pretentious to be smart, too common to be rare. Raisins aren't as fun as apples, (who'd ever try a caramel raisin?) and listen to prunes whereas apples listen to plums. Raisins are just dried up grapes: sweet at a firs
A River Measured in TimeAlberto Banks had been saving all his life. He wanted to buy a river.A River Measured in Time9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As a child, he had been given a ribbon by his father. A blue ribbon. His father was always this strange man who would scrutinize his past much more spontaneously than he would do with his future. When he had brought the ribbon for his child, he would have seldom thought what the boy would do with a ribbon. The consequences of his actions were never quite as important as the precedence of the consequence itself. When he handed over the ribbon to little Alberto and noticed his confused expression, he wondered why he had bought it on the first place. He wondered whether he had done it subconsciously. He wondered what particular knack or interest had he noticed in little Alberto which could have prompted him into an action so decisive for the child.
"This is a magic ribbon", he said at last "if you spread it, it'd become as long as the river."
His father's words were just as unmindful or irrelevant as was his buying of t
TF High 13TF High Chapter 13: Ram-PageTF High 136 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Nice to see you again Brandi." Peggy said as she walked up the porch where Brandi Hound was waiting. "Only if I'm wrong about all this." Brandi replied as she opened the door for her fellow transformee. Both girls had been part of the original viral outbreak, Brandi had become half-dog, whereas Peggy had had the luck of becoming the hottest girl at Travis Fortmasion, despite being half pig.
"So this is the place huh?" Peggy said as she took a step into the old riverside house. "I'll get to work taking samples. Let's hope that the resent transformations have nothing to do with the air; otherwise we might be looking at a city wide pandemic this time." Brandi simply nodded, but all she could think was, "Even if it's not in the air, another outbreak will be more then we can handle."….
Meanwhile back at Travis Fortmasion, or TF High as many students had come to call it; Tim and Tom Ramsey were arguing as usual, this time about their friend Bill. "It's all
33 Things To Do In An Elevator001.) When there's only one other person in the elevator, tap them on the shoulder and then pretend it wasn't you.33 Things To Do In An Elevator7 years ago in Humor More Like This
002.) Push the buttons and pretend they give you a shock. Smile, and go back for more.
003.) Ask if you can push the button for other people, but push the wrong ones.
004.) Call the Psychic Hotline from your cell phone and ask if they know what floor your on.
005.) Hold the doors open and say your waiting for a friend. After a while, let the doors close, and say, "Hi Greg. How's your day been?"
006.) Drop a pen and wait until someone goes to pick it up, then scream, "That's mine!"
007.) Bring a camera and take pictures of everyone in the elevator.
008.) Move your desk into the elevator and whenever anyone gets on, ask if they have an apointment.
009.) Lay down the twister mat and ask people if they would like to play.
010.) Leave a box in the corner, and when someone gets on, ask them if they can hear ticking.
011.) Pretend you are a flight attendant and review emergency p
Unrequited yearningI have loved once and never had the favour returned.Unrequited yearning8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I loved a long time ago but lost a little of my ability to feel after a bad experience.
Recently one of my friends fell in love with another girl, and it made me realise that this sort of thing isnt talked about. What its like for someone to experience love for someone who barely knows them; who probably will never love them in return.
Im trying to help her pull through and cope, because Ive been in a very similar situation myself and nobody was there to help me. Im remembering all the things that I thought at the time; everything that went through my head, and how it was to struggle with it alone. Its something thats very hard to deal with, and if I can help anyone who experiences this desperate yearning then Ill try my hardest. Which is what brings me to writing this.
I would have thought that this would be a common situation but Ive found nothing written that would h
Tips For succeeding as an ArtistSucceeding as an artist: These are just the thoughts that come immediately to mind.Tips For succeeding as an Artist4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1.) A very important and often overlooked aspect of the art industries is networking. Get to know people and especially get to know who is important to know. Acquire a list of contacts and MAINTAIN those contacts. Don't call someone up after ten years of radio silence then be like "hi, remember me? Need job now, can has?" Also, don't be a dick to people and don't burn bridges. You'd be surprised how quickly that can get you blacklisted from a variety of places. Even if someone is a rampaging, fiery doucheflute, cope..... pretty much like any other job. keep your contacts list nice and organized. Sounds like frivolous advice but trust me, it's not. When you have several hundred contacts, being able to go "who's the guy I did that porn mural with.... *scrolls down to PORN category* oh right, HIM," can make networking much more efficient and a lot less confusing.
2) PORTFOLIO! It must
RolesThe Warrior Maiden signed up, and the group was complete.Roles8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
We're going to need your back-story, they told her.
She fluttered her eyelashes, and everyone grinned. She was going to be that sort of Warrior Maiden, was she? I was raised in a small village, she said, and my father was a farmer. (My mother died giving birth to me, but that's an issue we don't have to deal with.) I took up the bow to protect our farm from raiders, and I took up the sword because I wanted to. I now seek adventure and a cause, hoping to find meaning and purpose to my life. She pauses, tilts her head. Her breastplate is making her slightly uncomfortable. I suppose I could have an abnormal need to find the Stone of Murmor –
- Murmurs, they interject softly, but she continues –
- but really that seems too much angst for a side character. She stops, smiles again. And oh yes, emphasis on maiden.
It was a ragtag group, as all quest groups must be: The Warrior Maiden. The Bard/Scholar. The Short One (with
Demons are Smarter Than YouThe mist obediently hovers within the binding circle, coming once more and tamely to my call. How raucous it was when first I summoned it! How loudly it roared its name to the ceiling—how silent were the heavens that night. But now it is silent when it arrives, as silent as the heavens when I call, for I have bade it so. With it comes the sulfurous reek of its home and its own pets—a pair of tiny bat-winged imps no larger than my hand—and a deepening of the shadows in my basement conjury.Demons are Smarter Than You3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The fool has cast his spells of summoning again, and never were more clichéd words uttered than in this room. He thinks I am silent because he ordered me to be; I am silent because I know that were I to speak, I would reveal the true depth of his idiocy. And that simply would not do. Not now that I've invested so much time into making this little room homely. My "little" pets—if the stupid scholar knew their true shapes, he would die of fright—are
Mother-in-MOOOOO!(Woman to Cow)Mother-in-MOOOOO!1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Erica had a decent life. Her husband had passed, leaving her their country farm. She’d aged, but she’d aged well, her face mostly devoid of the creases that plagued other women her age. She was well past the age at which she could bear children, but she’d already had a beautiful daughter named Becca. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t terrible either; she’d been able to take the goof with the bad thus far. Until Becca had married Jurgen.
Jurgen. Just the thought of his name brought a snarl to her face. Luckily, she had a plan to deal with him. She’d visited the town’s apothecary earlier today, quickly dismissing his warnings of how dangerous the majicks she was invoking were. His warnings only made her more excited—unstoppable and irreversible changes were exactly what she had in mind.
Yes, Jurgen had almost no use as a man, but as a bull he’d bring the family a
Let Smiling Dogs LieMolly had a permanent smile fixed to her face. It was just part of who she was. Sometimes this angered Rachael. She could be crying on Molly's shoulder and her companion would still be beaming away like an idiot.Let Smiling Dogs Lie6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rachael was always scornful when books talked about dogs knowing how their owners were feeling.
'Molly never has a fucking clue! She's just in a constant state of 'Happy'! She's the least empathic animal on the planet. I swear, her internal monologue is just 'I'm a dog! I'm a dog! I'm a dog!' on loop.'
Once Rachael had held Molly's tail down to try and stop it wagging. Molly had grinned at her, good-naturedly and the four vertebra at the base of the tail had continued to wiggle side to side.
Rachael and Molly spent a lot of time together on the front porch. They would survey the garden and listen to Rachael's parents scream at each o
Art Were Her WordsShe never spoke. And when she did, no one would ever hear her. But she was used to that, being ignored. It held no mystery for her.Art Were Her Words6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was her art that made her so appreciated. Well, she called it appreciation, for she didn't know what else it could be, or even what appreciation was. She would give a humble smile and a pleasent nod, but not one word swept across her lips. No, Thank you's. No exaggerations. Just a nod and simple smile. People would become curious, but they never asked the woman to speak.
Days flew by that turned into months, which turned into years. Still, not one word.
A young scholarly lad meandered down the rough cobblestone road. He saw the woman painting, her hands fatigued, but strong. It was one of the most beautiful sights in the world, he thought.
He cautiously approached her and asked, "Did you paint that?" She nodded, but kept painting as he continued speaking.
"It's very pretty, miss. I'd like to ask me mum to buy one off you, if you don't mind
The mansion on Hells LaneThe mansion on Hells LaneThe mansion on Hells Lane7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By the shadow demon
(Women into cows)
Note: The character Mr. October is the character of October13 for this I hold no copyrights and will remove it by request of the rightful owner. Until then enjoy.
I cant believe we are in Germany! Diana cried out as she looks around as they drove by the wonders of what made Germany. Diana and her two best friends Catharine and April had now completed school and to kick off there Uni paths they decided to take the trip of Germany.
I cant believe you been saying that since weve left the US April said, her American accent the strongest out all the three.
I cant believe that Im the one who been driving for two hours non-stop Catharine bitched on driving so long.
Well the in the next town we will stop and let you have a break okay Diana told her
Well we better we are almost on empty Catharine added, as if luck had to do with it