Shadows of WhalesWhat I wanted to say was that I remembered the clouds,Shadows of Whales2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I watched them paint shadows across the ground,
giant birds of prey gliding across the aether - whales,
lost in a different sea, to float
white and pregnant
with all the sounds of things; thundering out
threats of the sky, sounds full of fury
and the disease that catches you off guard
"Open your door. I must come in."
what I wanted to say was that the echoes are the same
that the pulses of sound are just pieces of the original
instead of slightly dimmer copies
every one a herald
of the silence, soon to come.
I wanted to say things that, maybe, you'd listen to -
that sort of alabaster sound that grabs your chin
forces you to look deeply into brimming eyes
and then tear yourself away
one piece less
slightly less whole.
but there are reasons to believe,
tiny imprints in the sand that spin the shape of feet
that glance softly against your shadow
then fade into the ocean
where the whales once were,
before they became the casters of
Tips On Self-PublishingTips On Self-Publishing10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Tips On Self-Publishing
I recently decided to self-publish a compilation of my work. It is something that I've wanted to do for a long time, but have always put off for several reasons; the imagined cost, basic lethargy in editing the damn thing, and laziness when it came to mail-outs to publishers. If this sounds like you so far, you might be able to benefit from a few things I learned along the way. Below I will discuss almost everything you will need to know before jumping into a self-publishing project, some pitfalls to avoid, and approximately what to expect to come out of your pocket. (I'm talking about money, pervert.)
Once I decided I was definitely going forward with this project, my first step was to find publishing houses/printers that offered the services that I wanted. There are many resources for this, but I found the below link most helpful in finding presses that would actually not only turn around a quote quickly,
Nothing v1.5NothingNothing v1.59 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A short play by David Couture
A bare stage. GUY 1 is standing CENTRE stage.
GUY 2 [entering]. Hey.
GUY 1. Hello.
GUY 2. What are you doing?
GUY 1. I'm watching the burning house.
GUY 2. What burning house?
GUY 1. The one that's offstage.
GUY 2. It's offstage?
GUY 1. What do you see onstage?
GUY 2. Nothing.
GUY 1. That's because it's offstage.
GUY 2. Then what's the point?
GUY 1. It's a plot device.
GUY 2. A what?
GUY 1. A plot device. Something introduced to the narrative in order to advance it. In this case, a burning house.
GUY 2. Is it working?
GUY 1. You're here now.
GUY 2. Is it a symbol?
GUY 1. Everything is a symbol.
GUY 2. I don't get it.
I don't think I like this plot device.
GUY 1. Give it time. Have
ShescapesShescapes12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
… in to it …
… out of intuition
(repeat whenever you feel like)
and out of her mind
a long lane escapes
a long lane …
a long long lane
where all of life
she'd lived before
as a dream
than these visions
of a clock rotate
end of time
emerge on both sides
if only to validate
long as lanes with trees can be
she's in white
with a shovel
deep as love
pop out of
if you count
as a hollow
and her mind
The more you knowThe more you know10 years ago in Historical More Like This
I hate playing with dinosaurs. Common sense would dictate that they would be excellent poker players, as they are incapable of facial expression. I've deduced that when they lunge at you and eat your face, they're displeased, but I don't know if you could call that a facial expression per se. It's like Wild West movies where everybody pulls out a six-shooter, except instead of a gun, it's a dinosaur, and instead of being shot, your face gets eaten. However, I digress. My original point was that dinosaurs should be good at poker, and yet this is simply not the case. Take, for example, a game I held earlier this very evening.
We had just started and already things were not running smoothly. The Tyrannosaur's forearms, while useful to countering the weight of his massive head and upper body, are as ineffective at shuffling a deck of cards as they are in battle. The others didn't even have arms.&
HackHack3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Distant neon shivers
to the wail of urban panthers.
This cat slinks up Orange Blossom Trail,
tail twitches, nose itches
with the scent of twenty-dollar oral,
bird purses full of moist towelettes.
Drawls on the dial.
The Olde Time Gospel Hour says
pray for the fornicators,
the good-time Charlies,
the John the Baptist cheese log
and a baby with the croup.
Swing it around to some ballgame banter,
a homerun call...check that...foul ball.
Sidle by used car lots
where slack crackers sipping O.E. 800
punch each other for fun, piss on the tires.
I get a wave from the curb.
A worn-down waif with a suitcase.
I flick the off-duty switch
and keep driving.
That fucker looked broke.
Spanish FruitSpanish Fruit12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a mouth full of strawberries
mouths the words to the songs
on the guttural, beaten-up radio
remembering every word and smiling
at the parts you don\'t understand
quietly and patiently like your mother
taught you to read, long ago
in a room under a bruising sky
you blink, now and remember the touch
of the love that came with gifts of words
and now suck strawberry stained fingers
as the words come low and soft
carrying a gift of red, red love
and you trace her name into the pine
of a table you once made love on
taking care to dot the i as she leans back
and sings cien sonetos de amor
Interactive FNAF story Intro(NIGHT 1)Interactive FNAF story Intro10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"..Good luck!" The phone call ended. The fan whirred on the desk in front of you, and you sighed. This job, hopefully, would be worth the small amount of payment you were receiving. "Four bucks an hour...What a load of bull..." You groaned. But, money was money, and money was something you desperately needed. With that, you peered down at the tablet wondering which camera you should look at first.
Remembering 9 11I pray for all those in the 9/11 attack. You'll never be forgotten.Remembering 9 114 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
America woke up that morning with a feeling of dread. He rolled over and checked the date on his phone.
Now he understood.
He got up and stretched. Looking out his window he saw that the weather fit the day. It was cloudy and cold.
He walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. His eyes traveled to the long scar on his right hip. He could remember the day like it was yesterday.
I was walking down the street when it happened. Just walking to the UN building, knowing I was going to be late again, but just late enough to make an awesome hero entrance.
There was a strange feeling as I walked past the Twin Towers. Right when I thought that a sound that will haunt me for years happened. It was the sound of a plane crashing right into one of the towers. When it happened a pain shot right through my bo
Years of SmokeYears of SmokeYears of Smoke4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A now extinguished candle,
smoke still rising through the floorboards.
In the attic lies his forgotten soul,
paintings now obscured by smoke
and years of waiting to be seen.
Locked away, still unwanted:
then only dust.
Another thin layer of smoky grit
hides a disappointed face of the proudest son,
and his prized hot-air balloon taking flight.
The attic stairs then creak again,
the painting masks all excitement.
The master isn't here for him.
The painting still remembered master's face,
A kinder heart that hung him proudly.
He missed that kitchen wall
where he would watch the master and his son.
He knew their smiling faces,
the master's son's was not so different from his own
Once again the stairs would moan,
And the master would come for another,
but that other never was him.
The day the master raised his voice
was the saddest he had known.
Their insults all hurt him the most,
Though he feared the master's wounds
Hadn't healed without scars.
For his son ha
Wrought IronThat little corner was his second home. He knew the tiny space well: the wrought iron fence, intricately sculpted, the little coffee shop behind him, the yellowing grass between the sidewalk and the curb. The smells, he knew them as well: the coffee, freshly brewed, the hot scones and pastries. These made his stomach growl and grumble beneath the worn black and white striped shirt. The slightly chilly wind, a reminder of the coming winter months, cut through the warm air. And the sounds cars roaring past, people talking on their cell phones. He seemed to be one of the few that weren't adding to the noise. Mimes don't make sounds.Wrought Iron4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Ah, there she was again. The girl in the dark sunglasses, her hair smooth, her walk hesitant. What was she afraid of?
He tipped his hat to her as she walked past. No response. Again. But he knew she'd be back in a few minutes
you with the writer's soul,hello. we haven't spoken for a while - how are you dearest? i've been busy, and i'm sure you have been too. after all, we're only human, and we all have our own little lives which keeps us on our toes. but really, enough of that.you with the writer's soul,4 years ago in Letters More Like This
what i really wanted to ask is: are you still writing?
yes, i know. life always seems to get in the way, doesn't it? school work, family, friends, bills, anything and everything. it always seems like you have no time left to write, doesn't it? and then when you finally sit down in that moment when you do have a breather, you find yourself drifting off to do other things instead.
so my advice to you, dear, is to keep on writing. no matter what.
write about anything. anything you want. anything which makes you think, even just for a second. things which make you happy. things which make you want to scream into your pillow until you fall asleep from the exhaustion. things which make you feel. if even if the feelings come out all jumbled and messy and raw a
::porcelain hands::There is dust coating the floor like the ash of an ancient fire. Spider-webs hang as delicately from the ceiling as someone may have carefully hooked them in the corners. The room is empty apart from the singular chair that sits in front of the window, as though someone had spent long hours positioned there, staring out at the world that moved on outside. But the chair is empty now, the air is completely still, and the house beneath this attic room is deliciously silent. Nothing moves. Nothing breathes.::porcelain hands::4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Then the clock ticks.
Just once, shattering the veil of silence that had been cast through the whole house. The walls seem to be holding their breath, but just when the stillness is beginning to form once more, in the security that it would not be broken once again, the clock ticks again, and begins making it's way through time.
Then there is a shift in the air. In the attic room, there is a strange change of light from over the singular chair. As though a blurry holograph was being pul
Ludwig*Reader Lost then Found ch 1~Your POV~~Ludwig*Reader Lost then Found ch 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was dark, very dark. Night probably. You had no idea what time it was or how much time had passed. You stumbled and fell. The ground was hard. Cobblestones? Where were there cobblestones in (hometown)? A cool breeze brushed against your stinging skin. There was something sticky on your back. Gingerly you stood up and made your way forward with your hands outstretched.
The only light was the stars and everything looked like black lumps. Only the edges of objects stood out. There seemed to be building on either side of her. You put a hand out to run your fingers along a side of a building. It felt like brick. Where were you? You came to a corner and turned to walk down another street. It felt darker. You couldn't see the outline of anything. You kept walking with hands outstretched. Your hands met another brick wall. A dead end. You turned back around. You tripped on something or maybe nothing and fell on your hands and knees. This time you did not get back up. Your arms t
Wake-Up Call - [Germany]Wake-Up Call - [Germany]3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A fault? She has countless!...
"Germany! Germany! Hey, Germany!"
The said country groaned and rolled over in his bed, trying to ignore the fact that you were bouncing on it. His efforts, however, were fruitless, and he opened one eye to see you grinning at him with a smile that rivaled America's.
"Germany, you're awake!"
I am now.
"So, I was talking to my friends the other day, and they said your name was Ludwig, with an 'uh' sound. Luhd-wig. But shouldn't it be pronounced with an 'oo' sound? Lood-wig? I told them they were saying it wrong, and all they did was say that this is America, and that we pronounce words the way we want to pronounce them! You should go tell that hamburger moron that he needs to start saying things correctly"
"[Name]," he interjected, but you didn't hear him.
"and then France comes over and starts hitting on us, and Prussia joins him! And when we tell them to go away, and they just stand there with
GermanyXreader : His name.....GermanyXreader : His name.....3 years ago in Romance More Like This
First of all,I want to say I'm sorry if my grammar very bad because English isn't my first language. But, I hope this story is full of fluff because that is what I want to write :3 and sorry if Ludwig a bit OOC.
Everyone will say ____ and Ludwig are actually best friend since little and actually not. Well, when they were little usually they will in a broken tree and staring at a sky. The most strange is they are just awkwardly silence and not talk just staring at each other or staring something interesting for them.
Like usual, they go to a park where the broken tree is. The boy looks like usual, messy hair and blond with clear blue eyes. Then ____ come and just sit down beside the boy. But, one day ____ move to (town name) and leave the boy alone. The boy feels curious why ____ not in the broken tree like usual. Then the boy runs into ____'s house and feel upset because when he see, the house already empty. The boy looks disappointed because he never knew the girl's
Germany x Reader pt. 1: The Proposal"Germany, what are we doing here? Germany. . . ." You were walking down the beach, in a pretty sundress that flew perfectly in the wind, with your boyfriend, the country of Germany, whom you loved and admired. . .and, who had just fell to one knee. You gasped as he took out a black box from his pocket.Germany x Reader pt. 1: The Proposal3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"______, I love you and I cherish you, and still, I vonder vhat vould I be . . .vithout you," He breathed, and you covered your mouth with your hands. He opened the box, and in the black satin wrappings, was a beautiful silver ring, with diamonds and rubies on the top. The German word 'leibling' was etched in cursive inside of the band.
"______ _________ . . .vill you. . .marry me?" The big, strong German man said, nervous and afraid of rejection, though it felt so right for you both. You felt tears slide down your smiling face as you whispered the most beautiful words to Ludwig's ears. . .
"Yes, I'll marry you, Ludwig. . !" You giggled as he placed the ring onto your finger; it fit beau
GermanyXReader Love and War (1)Random Idea I got while I was in my bad mood the other day I mean something good always comes out of breaking your own heart. Ooo This is going to be sad ready the tissuses! Will be in more then one partGermanyXReader Love and War (1)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ludwig met you in front of your house waiting for you to sneak out without your parents knowing. You snuck out the back window onto the roof and down the trellis; you met up with Ludwig in his brother, Gilbert's car.
"Hallo _____." He said as you opened the car door and slid into the passenger seat, you lead over and kissed him on the cheek. You settled back in to your seat and put your seatbelt on; Ludwig started the car and headed off toward the drive inn theater.
"How was your day today?" you asked him smiling, he was quit for a moment then finally answered you.
"It vas good." He muttered, and continued to focus on the road; Ludwig was unusually quit for once.
When you guys finally got to the
Romanoxreader request - Part 1Romanoxreader - part 1Romanoxreader request - Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Feliciano! Can you come at my place later?" asked Elizabeta over the telephone
"I'm gonna introduce you to someone!"
"Vee~ really? Who is it?" asked feliciano
"She's a close friend of mine. Oh! And bring your brother with you! I have a feeling they'll get along~" she said
"Okay! Vee~ What time should we go there?"
"Hmm.. around 3:00 maybe?"
"Okay!! I'll go tell fratello! Bye~!"
Feliciano then put the phone back on the wall.
"Vee~ I wonder what Elizabeta's friend is like..." feliciano thought to himself
"Oh well, I'll just have to wait till later!"
he then ran up the stairs yelling:
"Fratello! Are you there? Lovinoooo!"
a rather annoyed italian appeared from one of the rooms
"What do you want?" says Lovino
"Oh, Elizabeta said we should go to her house later-" says feli, before loviono cut him off
"What do you mean by.. WE?" asked lovino
"You and me silly!" said feliciano, and continued
"she wants us to go to her
Trust"Korra!!" Mako screamed. She heard him fade into silence as she fell into the water below. Everything went quiet as she submerged in the drink. She used her good arm and a bit of her bending to get her to the surface. She came up gulped for air.Trust3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Mmm, ow," she wheezed as she bobbed over to the preparation platform. She pulled herself up with her right arm painfully and flopped on the stone floor. She clenched her teeth as pain shot through her body. "Dang, those benders are good," she huffed under her breath. She gasped for air thanks to the blow of earth to her stomach.
She jumped as the buzzer go off. I hope they didn't do anything rash, she thought distractedly. She heard a splash from behind her and turned her head to see Mako swimming towards the platform.
"Korra!" he called. He praying she was okay. Three elements all at once is a hard thing to take, even for the avatar. "Korra! Are you alright?" he asked her as he jumped out of the pool onto the platform.
"Yea," she said as she
Einsamkeit: GermanyxReader (part 1)Einsamkeit: GermanyxReader (part 1)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
_____ sat with her long-time best friend Ludwig, watching a movie at his house. To be completely honest, _____ barely had any idea as to what was going on. The film was in German, and she could only pick out certain words and phrases. But she did know that this was one of Ludwig's favorite movies, and could put a smile on his face no matter what. Except for today. He sat, straight-faced and stern as ever, totally silent. It was strange. He'd been acting this way all day. She thought back to the events previous to now, coming up with nothing that she had said or done that could've caused this. They hadn't seen Feliciano or Lovino at all, nor Ludwig's asshole brother Gilbert. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but she was slightly afraid. She always knew what was wrong, because he'd complain on and on about who- or whatever pissed him off.
But then again, he didn't seem pissed off. He seemed sad. There was a certain dismal look in his eyes, and everything he'd said today was in
The Orphanage of St. MatthiasAn orphan was six years old when he decided that he was going to conquer the empire. He was a willful boy, clever and quick, who feared nothing. His eyes and hair were dark but his skin was pale: he appeared identical to every other child in the whole of the glorious Lancastrian Empire, land of the richest palaces and the filthiest poorhouses.The Orphanage of St. Matthias4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But this orphan boy was not every other child in Lancaster. He was determined to make himself the ruler of them all, and nothing and no one was going to stay in his way for long.
The nuns in the orphanage called him Jake. He hated the name; he asked to be called Alexander, after the Macedonian conqueror. The nuns politely refused and went on their way.
The orphan known unwillingly as Jake had few friends in the orphanage. They were all rowdy, boisterous children, just as unable to be tamed by the elderly nuns as the nuns were unwilling to tame them. They played on and on without minding their studies, without listening, without watching. The year