She Did Not KnowShe Did Not Know2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Many years later
He found her near a phone booth
But she did not know.
How To Write YaoiToday, we're going to show you how to write The Greatest Thing to ever happen evar.How To Write Yaoi5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Yaoi. Since it's a known fact that all female characters are vastly inferior to the male ones, none of them are suitable to be shipped with a male character. In fact, they can all go lez in a corner. No. This is going to be about yaoi. The greatest thing to evar happen evar of all time. Because we could never let a woman soil the true and pure love between a man and another man. And nothing is more sacred than that.
1. Tops and Bottoms As a rule, all yaoi couples must have a certified top and bottom (or uke and seme for you Japan types). NO EXCEPTIONZ1111!! You're either top. Or bottom. Period. The end. No exceptions. That's how all relationships work. And if you're relationship isn't like that, then there's probably something wrong with you. Or you're a woman. Then there's definitely something w
beautiful broken things must stick togetherbecause she is a broken pretty thing,beautiful broken things must stick together10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and he is the little boy who grew up
Gourmet Novel RecipeRecipe for Writing a NovelGourmet Novel Recipe2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Serves: 1. If you’re J K Rowling, billions.
- 1 Tin standard cat food
- 1 Laptop/Computer
- 250g cat biscuits
- 5 Pens, various colours.
- 1 stuffed cat toy with bell
- 1 pouch slightly fussier cat food
- 1 sachet gourmet cat food
- 1 bottle of wine, red or white
- 1 Wine glass (Large)
- 1 300g Tin of tuna
Cooking time: 2-5 years
(Preparation time approximately 10-60 minutes depending on condition of desk and computer speed)
1. Clear space on desk. If you do not have respective space for junk, throw on floor. Place paper and pens in clear space.
2. Turn on computer and allow 10 minutes for slow loading time. Add 2-3 sighs as windows update informs to restart computer. Restart computer and allow a further 10 minutes.
3. Once computer is ready, open up new document.
1. Begin with your plot. Open internet to several pages, use pens and paper to mix r
And morning cameAnd morning cameAnd morning came5 years ago in Open More Like This
The world wanted tobe awake
Dark shivers in the head
When sunbeams kissed me awake
Caressed me in it's overwhelming light
Made me wanna disappear in its safety reaching hands
I'm here she whispered
Wanted to sound if she believed herself
Words after word
Am I here?
Tears were searching its way
Along her face
the view was dimmed
Scared her mirror reflections
She seemed to be tired
Yes, convincing herself
It will be over
IndistinctYou have not a voice, so that you can whisper.Indistinct2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then how will you your secret tell?
When you say nothing.
Because you cannot.
You have not color, for the daylight to see.
So how may I know of your secret, do tell me?
When there is now nothing to look upon.
Because the light won't let me.
You have not kindness in your inherited temper.
So how can you give away so much?
When all you have is love.
You are of so many riddles.
Who, you cannot manifest,
Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.
Dream DreamDream3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sat with her
back to his face
gleaming towards her
sweater holding sentiment
in her heart, his hands
reach out to the right
side of her chest
placed so close;
a gentle touch caressing
more than her tangible body
aches for him.
Revolve and gaze into his eyes
are the same as mine, she thinks
but ponders if his sight pervades
through the muted look in her face
screening what lies beneath.
Leaning forward, now
lips touching and welcoming the ruin
of the two who must never be
in actuality, the dream possesses
every sliver of Truth's desire.
Uncovered, supply all yearning
yet almost conscious,
knowing Truth's distortion.
Woe begins its reign,
the unquiet rises in her heart
realises the world again:
eyes meet ceiling;
Not a chance of fulfilling
even dreams within a dream.
Alone and UnseenAlone and Unseen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The chill in the breeze,
The frost on the ground,
Crisp on a moonlit night.
A young boy's figure
Glides through the streets,
His breath a clouded fog.
Eyes like crystals,
Hair like snow,
He walks with staff in hand.
Alone in the world,
Unseen by all,
He strides like a ghost through the town.
Young children seen
Through a window pane,
Bask in the glow of the hearth.
Unseen goes the boy
Who stares unnoticed and lost
At the joy before his eyes.
A tentative move,
A soft hand to the glass,
Which freezes beneath his touch.
He turns away,
To the dark of the night
And raises his head to the sky.
A tear flows unseen,
Silent and soft,
To be dashed on the frozen earth.
Calling winds forth,
Around him to swirl,
His feet lift off from the ground.
Invisible and alone,
He flies higher until
He melds with the sky and the stars.
"I want to be seen
And I want to be heard."
Only one hears this desperate boy's cry.
The Man in the Moon
Stares down on the scene,
At the lost and forgotten child.
BokoiBokoi3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ah, it sure is a nice evening to be a koi
So thinks one koi in particular, drifting lazily downstream. The water is cool and sweet, as the moon casts its mellow glow across the waterscape so to reveal the sea of diamonds glittering on the surface. The trickle is hush, and the only audible sound is the faint clanking of the cat-tails on the breeze. Indeed, on this night it is good to be koi.
Our particular koi is a rather handsome fellow, and he is a marvel of his species. As white as a pearl and thrice as large as the oyster it came from, the only color is a splash of fire on his forehead. It is simply a matter of fact that he would fetch much silver at market, if he should be one's pond-fish. But he is no pond-fish! No, he is Bokoi.
It is important, then, to know how a koi is named. He is not named Lugh, or Faye, or Hugh and not even May; rather, he is Lukoi, Fakoi, Hukoi and even Makoi. You see, it is esse
Eyes Only Eyes OnlyEyes Only3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The colour of your eyes
is not the navy of the sea
nor the azure of the sky;
it is something in between
as though an artist drew forth a brush
and produced a mixture of the two,
manifesting a myriad of blue.
Some bright as a cloudless sky:
glowing light extending, releasing, rescuing.
Others deep as the ocean:
flowing tide consuming, beckoning, capturing.
All effects combined,
your eyes arise
in a crystalline blue harmony
of your life's design.
Your eyes may illuminate all that is forgotten in your mind,
yet all-seeing they are too:
you see the sadness,
the madness in my eyes.
And I, too, sense and see
an anchored burden in your eyes -
an ever-clinging sorrow pulling at your heart's ties.
This is whence the maritime blue stems,
crashing down upon your celestial eyes -
torrential currents longing to plunge,
yet never with warrant enough to harm those sky-eyes
for they soar higher, with puissance firm and refine
that no sea, nor wave, nor droplet of water
Exchange ExchangeExchange3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There it was, time
seemed to take flight;
naught to hinder the crashing
into a state of nothing
to catch hold of, but a
toy smile and shaking
hands, you seemed absent
hearing your voice utter a word
of a song, long gone
I laughed, saw his eyes gaze
towards the frame of me, but I see
It is not you.
Seeking through the invisible lines
I read in the past time
found him there
Yet another effigy of desire
grasps my mind
lost at his hands;
the band, the eyes and the jests made,
but it is not you.
I wonder the purpose I have created
a world wherein no centre lies
told to myself, the feeling is not the same
face, voice, but fragments of what I remember
so many things, still
I see it is not you.