Sword and Shield: IntroductionSword and Shield: Introduction4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Copper fought off another wave of nausea as she watched the digital image of the mercenary fighter flip end over end, and disappear from the electronic gun sight. She'd never fired at a target in space before, and found out instantly it was a whole different ball game with more velocity and a myriad of attack angles not found when engaging targets planet-side. It didn't help that the weapon she was using was a dorsal mount 2 13/50, with a slow tracking director, that wasn't designed to do much more than look vaguely menacing. Still, she'd managed to score at least one solid hit on the little fighter, apparently causing enough damage to dampen the pilot's enthusiasm and send him retreating back to Marawayne.
And He WasIt was quick and, yet, it also wasn't quick. The bite was quick the death was not. His skin crawled, eery muscle twitched, but he couldn't end it like this. Not with the boy staring at him like that full of vengeance and fury. No, he couldn't bear to see the son who had her eyes look at him like that. So he mustered his strength every last molecule and gave the directions.And He Was4 years ago in Romance More Like This
There. Done. Over. His work at last complete, his struggle at last over, but it still hurt, and he still wasn't dead, and she still wasn't there. Obviously, he told himself.
Would there be an afterlife? His mind wondered in those last, slow seconds. And would she be there? And would she be there with ME?
A stiffening of the limbs. This was it. The last second had arrived. With one final struggle, he opened his eyes and looked straight into the boy's straight into hers.
Then it all went black.
He woke up and saw the same eyes. Oh, God, he thought, it's
A Little Corner of ParadiseLily looked around at the beach she had first seen through a window in her library book, the place that was supposed to display the furniture of her mind.A Little Corner of Paradise7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was almost unrecognizable. The cliffs overhead were crumbling into the slate-grey sea, throwing up drops of moisture like iron filings, which got snatched up by the wind, and driven into her eyes. Sea-birds were deeply embedded in the cloud overhead, their harsh cawing hardly audible over the screeching of the wind. From the fitful shadows they cast on the sand, they seemed to be circling, like vultures. Still, they didnt sound particularly hostile: that was what Lily had always loved about sea-gulls; they were morally neutral: they didnt sound vicious or hopeful, they just sounded like the wilderness.
The towering palm trees had been blown over - most of them, she supposed, had been swept away by the tide, but here and there, dotted about the beach, she could see one half-submerged in the foamy grey water
Mary-Sue Final: Revelations"Is goodness loved by the gods because it is good, or is it good because it is loved by the gods?" - Socrates to EuthyphroMary-Sue Final: Revelations4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The humongous Succubus Queen Mary-Sue lounged idly as she gorged herself on tortured souls. Trillions of them at a time went down her super-hot gullet. They held no calories, adding only power to her fiery form. She was absolutely massive, and only growing. She was completeness and emptiness, salvation through damnation. Her devastatingly flawless legs now seemed to span hundreds of feet, even in Hell where distance held no meaning. Her despoiling hips, breasts, lips, everything about her was overpoweringly seductive and impressive. Her scent, which was more powerful than all of the aphrodisiacs in reality, filled all of Hell. She was an exaggerated example of pure temptation, an oversexed goddess to whom mortals - men and woman alike - would beg to lose their souls. Nothing could resist her, and anything would giv
Pro-Choice PoemPro-Choice PoemPro-Choice Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They called it a miracle
But it wasn't.
The called it a gift
But it wasn't.
They called it a blessing
But it wasn't.
It was a burden
Parasitic, a murderous leech
Pushed down the wrong road
Too late to turn back.
Scared, alone, misunderstood
The words are harsher than stones
Cursed by the thing growing in her stomach
Utterly devoid of love.
Young and in agony
And yet they still pin the blame on her
Glaring, cold red eyes
Hidden behind a sugar coating.
The days trickle past like sand
She is dying underneath the fierce skin
And she finds her way out
In a coat hanger.
Very Short Scene: Wish FulfillmentRichard: So, we each made our wish right?Very Short Scene: Wish Fulfillment4 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Leon: Oh yeah!
Richard: Pretty cool we found that ring; too bad we only got one each. So, what did you guys wish for? Well, I know what you wished for, Joe. You wanted to be fabulously wealthy.
Joe: Of course. And you need money to make money, which I will be doing. What did you want Leon?
Leon: Oh man! I wished to be super strong! Who wouldn't want that, right? I can't wait to hit the gym and pump these bad boys up. I bet you wished for the same thing, right Justen? Bet you're tired of being such a weakling. (laughs)
Justen: A faulty premise. I wished for an advanced intellect. I will be transferring my personage to the library contiguously to appraise my new analytical competence. As for you, Brenda, I am incontestable in that you followed suit? Enervated from reports, to use the vernacular, you are a 'ditz
5 things - Severus in privateFive Things prompt from mimimanderly:5 things - Severus in private5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Five things that Severus Snape does only when he's absolutely certain that he's alone and unobserved (even by the portraits!) that he would be mortified if word got out about.
Don't you make that "old news" face at me. You only think you've seen him brooding, apprentice. O, how little you truly know of it! What you have glimpsed was merely light pondering, or if you were fortunate in your timing and commendably sneaky in your technique of spying observation, perhaps a spot of moody introspection.
No. We are speaking here of something that borders on its own occult phenomenon. Only when truly, silently, deathly alone will he give in to this urge which he regards as contemptible in its self-indulgence, disgusting in its pathos and weakness, and, worst of all, which plays into a stereotype without actually giving him any kickback he can bend to his advantage (unlike al
Disney: The loss of Robin WilliamsIt is night time at the House of Mouse. Genie is crying while dressed as a widow. Aladdin, Jasmine, Abu, Carpet, and Iago are comforting him.Disney: The loss of Robin Williams1 year ago in Drama More Like This
“Hey guys, why is Genie sad?” said Mickey concerned.
“It is about Robin Williams,” answered Aladdin.
“The Robin Williams? The man who provided Genies voice in the first and third ‘Aladdin’ and made his character? What about him?” said Mickey.
“Oh it is nothing Mickey. It is just that, well,” Genie cried and yelled “He died, the man who literally made me is dea-he-he-ead!” said Genie out of the widow costume.
“Oh, I’m sorry I know just how you feel pal,” said Mickey.
“You do? Yeah right,” said Genie who then changed his head to look like Pinocchio with his nose growing.
“I am serious!” said Mickey pushing the enlarged nose and making Genie stop and change back.
The Genie was listening intently.
“I felt this way when Walt Disney d
Memos from PurgatoryLife didn't go on, that was the first thing we learned. Grudges went on; nightmares went on; paranoia went on and on and on, but life got snagged on the jagged edges of our memories, and unravelled as we walked away. There were ghostly holes in our everyday routines. You found yourself writing birthday cards to dead people, simply because you couldn't get out of the habit of thinking they were alive. When you invited friends round to dinner, you had to remember not to seat them next to the relatives of the people who had killed their relatives. Molly Weasley and Andromeda Tonks got into a bit of a fight that way.Memos from Purgatory5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And none of us were really sure what we'd been spared for.
There was the tidying-up, of course. We were kept alive by a desire to ensure this sort of thing would never happen again. We built monuments to the departed. I wrote a biography of Regulus Black, to ensure that his contribution to the victory over Voldemort would never be forgotten. It was top of the Dai
Bipolari am done with patienceBipolar2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and its deadening face.
i want what spills
out of her eyes when the waves crash
against the shore;
and the shrieking
i want that too,
banging against my spine.
and maybe i'll ripen and burst
falling from the tree
ready to ride on the back of windy days
audacious and free.
Abortion Pro-Choice SpeechAt the age of 15 a young girl is vacationing with her family in a large city somewhere on the coast. On the way back to her hotel she finds herself separated and alone without a clue as to where she or her family is. She wanders around in the cover of night for an hour, maybe two, maybe even three. She chances a shortcut through a dark alleyway to get to what she believed to be the main road. This would turn out to be a very, very foolish decision.Abortion Pro-Choice Speech6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Now during my research it came to my attention that over 60% of all reported pregnancies in the United States of America alone are completely unplanned. Today I am going to share with you some of the facts, stories, beliefs, and views on abortion. Every woman should have the right to abort their own child. Yes, I am pro-choice, and I would like to share with you why I believe what I do.
If not completely legal in the state under certain circumstances regardless of whether or not it is legal in the state, abortion should be legal. Here are th
I Found God In the AtheistI found God in the Atheist, whilst I found Satan in the Christian.I Found God In the Atheist1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
However, I must admit, that defacing the fraud was my intention.
The experiment began when I attended my church,
beside me on the pew, the woman of God perched.
We sang, we listened, and we prayed together,
our performance as flawless as a pure white feather.
However, when it was time to go, we passed a homeless boy,
who stood barefoot, and cold in the white snow.
This woman of God was rich you see,
and had much more money than a poor Christian like me,
yet I spared my coat, and my old lunch money,
and I looked towards the woman to supply change to fill the cold child's tummy.
Change she had not, and she left with a feral laugh,
“He'll just use it for drugs” claimed the pompous ass.
Long story short, the poor boy had died,
yet no drugs filled his body, rather maggots and flies.
She attended church next Sunday, that treacherous bitch,
and suddenly her praying sounded like a hex from a witch.
Our church was a
We Met in a ClassroomPale, soft skin,We Met in a Classroom2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stretched over bones, frail, and thin.
Poking through like spikes,
Lining the back, a bony spine.
Heart thumping behind a rib cage,
Pumping blood through blue veins,
Lips pulled back into a smile,
Revealing pearly whites so fine,
Shoulder blades mistaken for angel wings,
A throat long and collars defined,
Taking in cold air like smoke,
Soft hands connected to fingers that cling,
Intertwined in black, curly locks,
That drag down her toned back,
As a voice warm and calm,
And a laugh,
So sing song,
Keeps you up so late at night,
Making you wish for more,
Of that heavenly sight.
Cursed - Harry PotterA little boy wanders;Cursed - Harry Potter8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just an innocent boy
On an "innocent" street.
'Crack!', says the broken branch;
Such a loud sound
On such a "silent" night.
The boy spins around
And two amber eyes
On such a "still" creature.
Then a sudden pounce
And a small bite;
Just a "simple" scratch.
The boy gets away,
Not knowing what'll happen
The full moon; he's cursed.
Top Ten: Why Twilight sucks.1.Stephanie Meyer can't write. And I'm not saying that because of what Stephen King said. I don't care what Stephen King said. Let's recap, shall we? She uses the same words such as "icy", "cold", "marble" and "his beautiful face" over and over. She describes Edward in extremely unnecessary detail. Honestly, if she took out all those descriptions of Edward, the whole Twilight "saga" would fit into one book. She includes totally useless information that NO ONE (except for maybe the crazy fan girls) cares about. I don't give a damn if Bella rode to Forks with her mom's car windows rolled down! Really, I don't. Also, this so-called-saga has no real plot to it whatsoever. And no, romance does not count as a "plot." Romance is a genre. A genre which involves a plot. It has no real characterization either. Sure, Bella may turn into a vampire, but did she really learn any life lessons, or become a better person because of her experiences? Of course not! Which brings me to mTop Ten: Why Twilight sucks.5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
bipolar.after they diagnosed my father,bipolar.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
my mother told me,
if she had known,
she would have never had children.
it scares me to think that,
one day i could hear a small voice saying,
“mommy, i don’t feel right.”
“you don’t look sick,”
they say, noticing that i’m not dragging around
an i.v. stand.
noticing that my sweatshirt is black
and not a white hospital gown
swinging around marbled, knocking knees.
“but i’m still unwell,” i say
in a voice that doesn’t shake
and they just look disappointed,
like i don’t fit.
like i’m the skewed painting
on the fucked-up-person wall.
“but,” they say, “don’t bipolar people
usually kill themselves?”
“but i tried,” i say
with my wrists unmarked
and they just shake their heads
almost as if to say
not hard enough.
“poor girl,” they say, looking right at me,
sitting next to my dad as he laughs too loud.
AloneAlone3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were alone from the start,
But you didn't care back then.
You were special.
So special that no one could understand you.
But that was special too.
No one could reach you in your bubble.
Then the others came.
They were more special.
You pulled away.
While being surrounded you felt so alone.
Until you were really alone.
And no one could understand you.
Not even you.
You tried to change.
But the bubble was strong.
You kicked and screamed, but no one noticed.
That was what the bubble was for.
Then came the time when they pushed you away.
They couldn't have known you are different.
Are you different?
you drifted away,
They won't remember.
They won't remember what they never knew.
Did you know?
Who are you?
Why is it painful?
What is painful?
Why are you crying?
A talk with Dad about his cancerI put my trust in the pilot,A talk with Dad about his cancer8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the man in the cockpit
to get me home.
With closed eyes he adds,
I can live with that.
More Tea? [Mad Hatter x Reader]You had always know you weren't really like everyone else, as you're imagination reached beyond everyone else's. But that didn't mean you had ever expected yourself to fall down a rabbit hole and end up in a whole new world. A world, where madness was considered normal.More Tea? [Mad Hatter x Reader]3 months ago in Romance More Like This
But in all honestly, you felt at home there. Even more than at your house where you lived with your father. The madness in this “Wonderland” was so welcoming, it's atmosphere just right for your wild imagination. It was like ending up in the story of a fantasy book.
But you weren't the only one there. Everything from a wise caterpillar to an evil red queen lived within the walls of the rabbit hole. But the most interesting of them all, was one man. This man was famous for his madness, a madness that was even extreme in this world.
And he was called, The Mad Hatter.
Yes, Hatter. He was a very skilled hat maker, since making those special head wear was his passion. From the first moment you had seen him, he ha
Snape's Love"What did they do to you?" her sweet, sweet voice, he sighed inside.Snape's Love9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Nothing, why do you care?" if she would just leave him alone she would be safe.
"Because they don't have a right to say, 'you exist, you must be punished,' because that's just mean. And that Potter, he's so-so-so stupid! He's only going to pull a few N.E.W.T.'s if he's really, really lucky. That's one of the reasons they don't like you, I think, you are smarter than them," poor Lily, he thought sadly. The fates weren't going to be kind to her. The runes his mother had read for him had told of heartbreak after Hogwarts. And death, but he didn't want to dwell on that.
"Come on, Madame Groves won't be pleased if we go to the hospital wing, we can go to that room I told you about last year."
"You still know where it is?"'
"Of course! And Potter and his gang don't know where it is, thank heavens. How is it that they always know where to find you?" Spasmodic Lily, Severus thought sadly. He couldn't tell her it was because
Their EyesEverything around him appeared to have a haziness to it. And yet, everything was crystal clear. Complete and utter darkness engulfed him. And yet, light provided a tender warmth that encompassed his entire being. He knew he was dying or already dead. And yet, he never felt so alive.Their Eyes4 years ago in Drama More Like This
He could suddenly feel the air around him again; feel himself breathing slowly as though he had just come from a very peaceful dream. His eyes were opening slowly to a blurry yet colorful world rather than the dark, hostile place he was expecting. But now, that suddenly seemed like nothing but a horrible nightmare; a distant place that may never have been reality. Another life.
There was a little girl leaning on the edge of the bed as though she had been waiting for him to wake for all eternity. And yet, that seemed just fine with her: she would wait forever if she had to.
He wasn't entirely sure what was going on yet, deep down, he knew all that was happening to him. The little girl's eyes said everything.
Anita Sarkeesian is a cunt, and here's why.Anita Sarkeesian, aka Feminist Frequency, is a cunt. A massive, massive cunt.Anita Sarkeesian is a cunt, and here's why.2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
If you're reading this you probably already think that, and if you don't, you're more than likely just as much a cunt as her.
It's often assumed, for some reason, that I assume with Anita, as she seems to share my 'anti-men' mentality. Maybe she does, but her and I are on two completely different levels. I accept the singular fact that women in this country are not nearly as oppressed as people like her see. There is no true 'patriarchy' in which the noble 'feminists' must fight against to obtain equality and freedom. Women in this country live on the top side of numerous double standards that give them advantage in society. We are not disadvantaged, unequal, or otherwise put down unless we allow ourselves to be, or if you're Anita, tell yourself that you are everyday due to a false and self-righteous victim mentality.
Video games, Anita? Video games. Video games are the reason women are oppressed. A
TornNarcissa found Severus reading on the bed in his dormitory. It was deserted except for Avery, who was practising his snarly face in front of a mirror. He could achieve a good effect with those long, pointed teeth and bulging eyes and, with his school tie fastened around his head, he looked mad as well as ferocious. Narcissa had a lot of respect for ugliness if it was impressive. Still, she needed to talk to Severus. She gave Avery a meaningful look and he slouched off.Torn7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Am I disturbing you? she asked Severus tentatively.
Always, Snape replied, closing his book with a snap. What do you want?
I thought you and I might spend some time together, she murmured, lowering her eyes to the floor not out of shyness, but to display the full, serpentine lengths of her eyelashes to their greatest advantage. I can arrange for my dormitory to be empty at, say, midnight tonight.
Snape, who was by nature a suspicious cr
Taming the Prince Taming the PrinceTaming the Prince8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A psychanalytical essay about Snape and JKR
The poets version of the story only shows how fine is the transforming power of ideal immagination which can make out of a sordid and dishonourable incident such a lovely piece of work
Edmund Spensers Works: A Variorum Edition, bk. IV, p. 286
J.K. Rowlings declarations about Snape, immediately after the release of Deathly Hallows, sounded like insult added to injury to many of the fans who looked at him as a reference figure from the end of Order of the Phoenix. In an interview given to Meredith Vieira, for Today Show, a relieved Rowling, much more relaxed after finishing her big fatigue, declared that in no way the people should consider S