Just a Day in AprilIt started with an egg.Just a Day in April3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The egg wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Certainly it was a bit odd, but it was neither broken nor rotten, and hardly made a mess at all. In fact, it was only a sticker of a fried egg stuck to Hanna's front door over the peephole, with seven words scrawled on it in green ink: Behind the gym at four come alone.
Hanna had peeled the sticker off and stuck it in her pocket, where it was forgotten until exactly 3:53 that afternoon as Hanna was about to go home after school.
Now standing behind the gymnasium, messy as always with its racks of hockey sticks and tennis rackets and folded-up ping-pong tables sheltered by a net and a tarp, she wondered if this wasn't just some joke and going home would be her best bet. It looked like rain anyway and she'd forgotten her umbrella. As if her mind had been read the first smattering of yet another spring drizzle broke out exactly at 4:00, accompanied by the arrival of a paper a
10 Ways Challenge: Being There10 Ways Challenge: Being There3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nicky was having a really good day. The morning sun was shining brightly after a full week of rain. For breakfast, he had his favorite buttered toast and soft-boiled eggs. And best of all, he had been assigned to work with Dawn alone. 'Just her,' Nicky smiled at the thought as he headed towards her apartment. Zack had allowed the pair to work together on a case, as he himself was taking a few days' leave to get together with Ava.
'That son of a gun just wants to get lucky' Nicky chuckled to himself. Not that he was complaining. Zack had passed on the white collar crime case to Nicky, who took Dawn as his partner. The blonde had been casually dropping hints on Dawn since he met her, but they had never done anything alone. He'd even secretly asked Rylie to go over to Ryan's place, which Rylie happily obliged. No one understood the relationship between the two, but none cared as long as they were both happy.
Nicky took a deep breath as he neared Dawn's apartment. He ran his
Male to Female MakeupApplication of Makeup in Order to Make a Masculine Face More FeminineMale to Female Makeup5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
This "tutorial" will focus mainly on the face, touching generally on use of clothing for a "total" appearance. I will try to cover things important for part-time and full-times as well.
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND - where referring to the differences in appearance, this is obviously not going to be truth for all men. Just like the concept of beauty, the difference between male and female has no exact formula that will work for everyone's face.
ALSO : This is not focused towards Drag Queens or outrageous female makeup - this may be a starting point, but Drag is more a fantasy and though there are some general concepts - something you just need to be creative with, not limited to a set of ideas about.
1. Hair. Current culture dictates, women generally have longer hair than men. Cut of hair is extremely important - the cut needs not only to be "feminine" but to flatter your face. You can have your hair (or wig) cut t
25th December25th December3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A Ryan/Rylie fic! Posted in celebration of our girl - Rylie's birthday!!
The towering clock struck eight times loudly, but no one in the busy flight terminal paid much attention to it. Except for Rylie. She sighed. 'It's nearly time for them to go.' She thought to herself. Rylie turned around to find her team members. They were the only group standing amongst the rushing passersby, chatting excitedly to each other as they anticipated the forthcoming journey. Nicky was holding his duffel bag over his shoulder in one hand and Dawn's suitcase in another. Zack had his backpack strapped to his torso. It was the day before Christmas Eve, and the trio was leaving the headquarters for a few days to celebrate the holidays with their families. Ava had left the headquarters a day earlier because she was called on a personal mission.
As for Rylie, she was not heading anywhere this holiday. Her brother had taken their mom for vacation as a Christmas gift, but Rylie would not be joining them.
Analise April, 1921Analise2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"And we could get a little house," she continued. "Somewhere near the coast. I hear it's still nice by the coast."
"Sure," he said.
"You don't think so?"
"No, it is."
She snuggled close to him, putting her head against his chest, pressing her shoulder up in the crook of his arm. She was so small. "I always did think a cottage would be nice. In Biarritz, maybe."
"You're right, too many tourists in Biarritz. Maybe south, towards the mountains. We could have a nice little cottage down by the mountains. Near the sea."
"Yes, we could."
She lifted her face; her radiant, round face framed with the loose curls of white gold hair tumbling down around it. She smiled and her little pink cheeks lifted. "And we could have children."
Marc laid his head back against the pillow and closed his eyes. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"
"Do you love me?"
"Tell me again."
"I love you."
"Do you really have to go tomorrow?"
"I don't see what need there
KissI think I'll start with your lips,Kiss3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just a kiss, to begin,
Then I'll get a little brave,
Make my way down your chin.
I'll be watching your face,
Looking close for a smile,
Then I'll move to your neck,
Kiss you there for a while.
Trace your throat with my tongue,
Feel you gulp once or twice,
Grin against your dark skin,
Know my kiss must feel nice.
Hold your face in my hands,
And I steal just one more,
This will not be our last,
Of that I am sure.
The Blame of Copper and ViolinHer eyes are downcast, and her mouth a jagged line, "Why did you do it....?"The Blame of Copper and Violin2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His perfect lips moved slowly, forming hard and uncaring words which crashed into her heart like boulders, "What did I do?"
A cold tear rolled down her cheek, her heart was no longer a roaring furnace, it couldn't make her tears warm, "Why did you kill him?"
Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Why did you kill him?"
She leapt to her feet, an ember of indignation flared faintly in her voice, "I never killed him! That was you! Just you! I loved him, and held him, and kissed him and danced with him and-"
"And never cared enough to notice the colour of his eyes?" he smirked, "You didn't love him. For you he was just there. Then when you tired of him, when he became inconvenient and awkward, you just dropped him in the mud. You poured vodka into his young soul, you corrupted his ears with nightmarish tales, and who pick
Dawny: The DisputeDawny: The Dispute3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Dawn knocked on Nicky's apartment door, but no one answered. She pushed the door open and stepped into the unlocked apartment, realizing that the room was eerily quiet. Cautiously, she walked into the spacious lounge she had visited frequently in the past. There were snack bowls and dirty glasses scattered around the room, a clear indication that a party of people had visited earlier. Dawn sighed. She had missed the other agents who had come to check up on Nicky. When she had finally plucked the courage to come along to pay him a visit, everyone had left.
'Maybe this is a bad idea,' Dawn thought to herself.
She and Nicky had not been on good terms, ever since the 'incident' three months ago. She had declined Nicky after his confession about his deep feelings for her. It had left both her and Nicky shaken and dejected. Their once fastened relationship had gone awry they neither spoke to each other directly nor acknowledge the other's existence when put in the same room. Th
Existential CrisesThere was an odd feeling that washed over her on Saturday mornings. She sat dazed between unfinished paintings, white canvases with specks of reality, and piles of unorganized papers; they seemed to magically grow and multiply as if by an imaginary stroke of the hand. Some were bills she always forgot to pay, or letters from Dylan that always ended up, with the envelope still tightly shut, in the trash. You can read a person's personality, right to its gritty core, simply by examning their trash. She had Ding-Dong wrappers, ice-cream containers, sketches of people and people that were no-longer, and a rotting carton of orange juice with a long-past expiry date, sitting solemnly with only each other for company. The letters that occasionally found their way to the heap of undesired items would recite their lyrics in a monotonous tone, while the decaying remains of food would "ooh" and "ahh", absorbing each syllable, decomposing the crumpled paper.Existential Crises6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She moved out of her childhood home two
ChoosePAGE ONEChoose2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You look at a huge door. The princess is inside, waiting to be rescued. The glowing fairy fluttering around your head tells you 'The door is locked! You need the dragon key to open the door!'
You look around.
If you venture west, turn to page two.
If you explore east, turn to page ten.
You encounter a goblin.
You hit it for 6HP.
He hits you for 2HP.
You hit it for 6HP.
The goblin disappears in a puff of smoke.
The fairy shouts 'HEY! LISTEN!' in a shrill voice.
To listen, turn to page five.
To ignore her and continue your quest, turn to page three.
You encounter a bird.
You swing at it with your sword and miss.
It hits you for 4HP.
You miss again.
You dodge its attack as you begin to make sense of it's bizarre movement pattern.
You hit it for 5HP.
It disappears in a puff of smoke.
You levelled up!
The fairy shouts 'HEY! LISTEN!' in a shrill voice.
To listen, turn to page five.
To ignore her and continue your quest, turn to page four.
You find an ol
How to Make a decent homestuck troll OC.THE DO'S AND DO NOT'S OF MAKING A HOMESTUCK TROLL OC.How to Make a decent homestuck troll OC.2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
1) THE NAME.
- Make it something we can pronounce. Not some stupid shit like Jukgth Ghtyfk.
- The first name HAS TO BE 6 LETTERS long.
- The last name HAS TO BE 6 LETTERS long as well.
- Your troll CANNOT have the last name of an actual canon troll.
- Nor can they be related at all.
2) TYPING QUIRKS.
- Make it something readable at least. Keep it simple.
- Don't use the ones that are over used. Like replacing S with $.
- Be creative.
3) BLOOD COLORS.
- Be realistic guys and stay with the program. Don't make them have some stupid rainbow blood or something. That screams Mary-sue.
- Your troll may be a mutant blood. It is rare but it happens. So it's okay, just don't make them flaunt it. They will be culled.
- Black and White are not colors, they are shades and tints. So therefor they cannot be blood COLORS. (This includes grey/gray)
- Lime is a canon color, but lime bloods have gone extinct.
- Your trolls blood cannot change colors.
Being a WriterOn Why Being a Writer is Neither Glamorous nor ExcitingBeing a Writer3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
If you watch the blogs and various sites around the internet about writing, you've probably seen at least one list that details a few universal truths about writers, but they all pretty much boil down to several actual truths.
All writers write.
All writers procrastinate.
Writers don't actually write, because we spend all our time doing something else.
This probably explains why, in the dark hours of one of the very last days of NaNoWriMo, I'm sitting here writing this, when my NaNo is sitting in another window with a pathetic 31.8k words.
Will I finish by 11:59pm tomorrow? Probably not. Do I care? Not particularly, although I'm sure that there's probably some part of my brain, which has been hardwired in a certain way that will start seriously freaking out sometime around 5:00pm tomorrow night.
Why am I so far behind, you ask? Simple. I told myself that I was not going to do NaNo this year. I haven't written anything since Februa
SW: To Whom it May ConcernPrince on vacation.SW: To Whom it May Concern3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."Judgement2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails."
"And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit."
"Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me."
"And I'm dead inside."
"Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough."
"You're right. Except yo
Introductions"Hi, I'm-"Introductions2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I know who you are."
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"
"You're the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more."
"You don't understand weakness the way-"
"You're the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks."
"Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when-"