The Harmione KissThe Harmione Kiss10 months ago in Sketches More Like This
There once was a wizard named Harry
He went as red as a cherry
When Hermione gave him a kiss
That made him go into utter bliss
Let's just say he was happier than a berry.
DollynhoTodos os dias, enquanto assistia televisão até tarde da noite com minha irmã caçula, víamos o comercial do famoso Dollynho, mascote do refrigerante Dolly, como sempre brincando com algumas crianças e cantando uma musiquinha que fala sobre o produto como sendo “o melhor”.Dollynho3 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Por si só, o Dollynho já não é algo muito encantador. É como palhaço: à noite dá impressão que vai te atacar vivo, comer seu corpo e levar sua alma pro inferno! Este pensamento que aumentava mais por eu ter ouvido alguém dizer que o dono da Dolly tinha feito um pacto com o mal para que seu refrigerante virasse um sucesso independente da qualidade. A gente sabe qu
Menino da Dda - Cap 6 Passados alguns dias, Jon está em sua casa com sua família, e resolve contatar Celda para saber como estava o plano de ir a Kaoz.Menino da Dda - Cap 62 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
– Alô, Celda, oi!
– Oi, Jon! Olha quem tá aqui hoje! – e mostra Karyn pelo vídeo.
– Oi, Karyn! E aí, vamos pra Kaoz?
– Vamos, claro! A Celda foi lá em casa e falou com minha mã, e ela deixou!
– E, Jon – Celda toma a conversa – pode deixar que meu pa vai pagar as passagens de nós cinco.
– Passagens de ônibus?
– Não, ele falou que Kaoz é muito longe pra ir de ônibus. Vamos de microtrém.
Menino da Dda - Cap 5 Chega a hora! É a primeira vez que Jon e seus colegas vão a uma festa, exceto Celda e Robert, que estiveram já em festinhas de aniversário e casamento. Celda tem as de aniversário desde os 4 anos, totalizando 3, e Robert apenas um, neste ano.Menino da Dda - Cap 52 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Na quadra e no pátio principal da escola estão balões coloridos pendurados em todos os lados, além de enfeites de papel crepom e cartolina. Uma mesa com self-service também está posta no pátio, próxima à cantina, de onde sai um cheiro delicioso como nunca saíra em todo o ano letivo. A refeição está ainda coberta e o pessoal é educado para aguardar a liberação dos organizadores para então atac
UniXtones - Earth and Sea - PrologueThe star of the day remains hidden behind the dense gray clouds. Rain? What's this? Ah, the clouds do not drop water. Just cover the star of the day, also known as sun, preventing its rays reach the villagers.UniXtones - Earth and Sea - Prologue2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hundreds of miles away of the land occupied by dozens of mansions built with wood, clay and stone, called by the villagers as Zophoir, other realms exist but contact between them is small. The letters take days or even months to arrive, depending on distance.
Rarely gaps between the clouds are open, allowing the deadly rays of the star of the day come to earth. Although deadly rays feed the rare green parts of the planet, making its f
DonutsDonuts11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I called you a donut
A chocolate-covered, deep-fried, jelly-filled,
sour-creamy, star-shaped, powdered sugar donut,
Would you look at me strangely?
If I said your ears were funny
And they looked like that actor's, from the show you always watch
And your hair looked like a battle helmet when it was wet
Would you still stay to listen?
If I threw you a soggy sponge ball
Full of water, and it hit you in the nose
And made you inhale the pool
Would you throw it at me?
Or would you call me a donut
A chocolate-covered, deep-fried, jelly-filled,
sour-creamy, star-shaped, powdered sugar donut,
With whipped cream and hot fudge sauce?
Perks of Being a WallflowerWalking down the street,Perks of Being a Wallflower3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A letter clutched in one hand,
His heart held in the other...
Thoughts on a poem,
Thoughts of a girl,
Thoughts of growing up
And growing old
He writes out his life,
He writes out his dreams
He writes them to
A total stranger
In hopes they will be read
A Christmas party
A simple Christmas party
Leads to so much more
A stolen kiss
A strengthening romance
He wonders about
The truth of the poem,
The fate of the poet
As his friends leave
On their trips,
He is alone in his sorrow
For another year
His memories haunt him
He can do nothing
Wallow in his memories
Wallow in his
DaddyDaddy2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Daddy likes to drink.
Daddy likes to smoke.
Daddy likes to hit.
Daddy likes to touch us.
Daddy likes to starve us
Daddy likes to call us names.
Our daddy doesn't love us.
Rainbow Roses PoemRainbow Roses Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A simple red rose
To symbolize love
Can be given to a smile
Or a to rain-soaked grave
White symbolizes purity
Being white as fresh laid snow
Black might symbolize a cold heart
As it is darker than night
A purple rose
Would be most fit
For the royal hand
Of a king or queen
Though it'd be an odd place
For a subtle blue rose
Whose grace and beauty
Deserves a sanctuary of peace
Yellow proclaims an eternal friendship
That binds two hearts with heavy chains
So they may never be apart
An orange rose of a burning desire
To see their new-born love grow
With the intensity of a volcano
Hoping it boils over and spouts eternal love
Perks of Being a WallflowerPerks of Being a Wallflower5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Charlie sits at his desk writing a letter.
Dear Friend, I am writing to you because she said you listen and understand. Please dont try to figure out who she is because then you might figure out who I am. I mean nothing bad by this. I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands. I need to know these people exist.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad about that and Im still trying to figure out how that could be. I like to think of my family as a reason for me being this way, especially after my friend Michael stopped going to school on
Injunction or Chance - Chapter 2Injunction or Chance - Chapter 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Law is Law
When I reached our flat that afternoon, I still wanted to throw things around or just scream. Of course it was not that Hermione was a stranger or a person I absolutely don't like or even hate but I was together with Angelina for so long. She was at my side after the wall had crushed down on me. She was the one to hold my hand while I was in this bloody coma. Sure, my parents and my siblings did the same, but that's not what I mean. And yeah, maybe Hermione did, too but it was just not fair.
I am happy that at least George and Ginny got the partners they wanted. My other siblings are
Friendship?The day would go by and the night would come. We got ourselves used to each other knowing we came from different directions. It was just us for at least 2 or 3 times a week. The time passed and we had to get back to our individual lives never thinking how apart we would get. It was hard at first but then the idea came that we would miss each other more because we were apart for so long. We see each other now at least once a month and yet that isn't enough for us to catch up. We sit through the holidays thinking that would bring us together, and not even that was strong enough to pull us. The holidays passed and the new year is 1 day away andFriendship?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the Eyes of the Beholder Dean lay completely naked, his bedspread pulled halfway up his torso, watching as Castiel dressed himself in the pitch black room. He heard the familiar sound of Castiel pulling on his trench coat, despite the stifling summer heat. "Why do you always wear that?" Dean asked him, curling onto his side as Castiel turned back towards him.In the Eyes of the Beholder1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I was under the impression that clothes were acceptable in this society." Castiel moved to the bed beside Dean, sitting gingerly beside the Hunter. His eyes lingered over Dean's bare chest, making a mental list of the marks that he put there.
Dean smiled at him, playfully flicking his arm
Some NightsSome nights I get unreasonable. Some nightsSome Nights2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ceiling gets a little too low, and the walls too close,
And the light at the end too far off,
And I forget all my careful planning
And want it all now, true love and golden glory
And balls that end at midnight and fortunes coming true.
It's time, I say, it's time, I could grab my purse and coat and just run,
Run run run down that street underneath the cold stars.
I forget that
Running makes me cough,
And my coat is thin,
And I have a year before I can graduate,
Before I can leave and not come back.
I forget also that a diploma is not a sword and steed,
That Florida is n
Late Night Texts 24G: Send me a picture.Late Night Texts 2410 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
G: I'm tied up, and I won't be able to make it down for a few days.
G: So send me a picture.
S: (picture message enclosed)
G: Cute, kid. Real cute.
S: I'm sensing sarcasm.
G: We both know I didn't mean a picture of Bobby.
S: Well you didn't speci
Late Night Texts 19D: Baby come back!Late Night Texts 191 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
C: I just left, Dean.
D: You can blame it all on me!
C: Blame what? Has something happened since I left?
D: I was wrong and I just can't live without you!
C: Dean, are you feeling ill? I have only been away from you for five minutes.
D: When I walk on by, girls be lookin' like damn he fly.
D: I pimp to the beat, walking down the street in my new lafreak
C: Are you possessed?
D: This is how I roll, animal print, pants outta control.
C: Sam, I am worried about your brother.
S: Why? What happened now?! He didn't break my new laptop, did he?!
C: No. He keeps sending me strange messages.
S: Like what?
Late Night Texts 22D: Sam, I've got some bad news.Late Night Texts 2211 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: You didn't break Bobby's new table, did you?
D: No not yet.
S: Did you break my new laptop?
D: That's not the bad news.
D: But I did break it.
S: You asshole! I fucking told you not to go near my damn laptop, and the first damn thing you do is fucking break it!
D: FOCUS, SAMMY.
S: Sorry, sorry. What happened?
D: I'm pregnant.
S: You're what?!
S: You and Cas didn't use protection?! I fucking told you to! I fucking told you, and now you're gonna-I can't believe this, now I have to deal with your fucking mood swings and I have to go buy your sorry ass a shitton of pickles
Getting Published the Hard WayGETTING PUBLISHED: THE TRADITIONAL WAYGetting Published the Hard Way4 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
A tutorial by M. Alice Chown
If, like me, you have stories lying around gathering virtual dust on your hard drive, why not send them out to a publisher? You have nothing to lose. A couple of years ago, I attended the launch of an annual Canadian short story anthology, called Tesseracts 10. I knew one of the authors whose speculative fiction piece had been included in the book. Matthew Johnson and I had taken the same creative writing course. Our former prof, author, Robert Sawyer, was there at the launch too, as well as the editors of the anthology. Those who had contributed a story to Tesseracts 10 to
Rainbow DustRainbow Dust1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stars made of nightmares and skies made of fears
Hearts made of glass and a home built of tears
Cries made of silence and words made of knives
Dreams of the struggle to simply survive
Souls made of paper and minds made of flames
She is a piece of their loveliest game
No longer can she feel more than disgust
Even a rainbow does turn into dust