a confession1. in eleventh grade, our teacher told us disney was fucked up. she showed us some video where all these little girls said they felt bad for belle, but if she had listened to beast, she would be okay. she should let him hit her so they would be okay. so they could get married. but then all i could think of was how i remembered ariel gave up her fins and her voice for some boy. and all i could think of was how fucked up it was i would give my legs up for you, too, like i was used to strapping them to your thighs. that i learned not to speak, but move and wail. and that’s what love was.a confession2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
2. meeting you was kind of like meeting that part of myself i had forgotten. like i’d dropped you when i was walking to class one day. then i came back to you, through the arbor of the rain, soaking wet and on my knees, begging, my hair and eyes a collection of weakness and water. and you were a new kind of jesus, complete with blue jeans and a crooked smile, nailed to the bed, your halo a pil
The FieldsCarl,The Fields2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Remember that time, brother, when we were young? When we took off before I was even though high school in your beat-up old whatever-it-was without so much as a goodbye note, dreamed of travelling the country?
There was a place we stayed at, the night before we finally gave up and turned around. It think it may be my last clear memory of you.
It was called the Beaumont Farm.
The petrol gauge has been sitting below empty for the last hour, and Carl Levine doesn't bother trying the key again when the engine splutters one last time before falling silent. He shivers in the cool air as he opens the door, pulling out his phone and cursing when he sees the reception bar empty. The last station he saw was before he turned off the highway two towns back, the last car before that.
The letter from Alicia lies folded in his inner pocket, as it had come in that innocuous envelope. There had been no return address, postmark almost illegible under a dark smudge that covered half the front
Of Men and MetaphorsIt was a dark and stormy night.Of Men and Metaphors2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Really, I mean, you ever heard an interesting story that started on a sunny day with mild cloud cover around an hour or so before dinnertime?
Exactly. Moving on.
The air held a coldness that seeped through brick and stone. It crawled through flesh, freezing blood in icy veins, chilling bones like a slithering ghost in the blackness.
...but not so cold that it was a snow-storm. Cotton candy floating down from an inky sky, shining like diamond eyes in the starlight as soft flakes swirl and dance on feather-light feet in the breeze...
Not quite the image we're looking for.
Rain lashed from the depths of the cruel heavens, wind whipping from the starless smothering blanket above. Thunder roared in fury, cracking alongside his bright lover as she streaked her fire to the lonely earth.
Yes, lightning is a chick. It makes sense. Hair of white-gold light from her glowing moon-face, gown of silver thread spreading down her lithe figure, hem sweeping against the c
On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.On the Sea Beneath the Sky2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal
Truth Without Love?(2/04/2014)Truth Without Love?5 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
I see this happen way too often, even in the comments section of my own deviations; you can even see it happening on the pages of my stamps:
Too often I will see an atheist post a comment in disagreement with the deviation, and a believer replies to that atheist's comment in the same snarky manner as the atheist who disagreed. And the comments will go on and on in snark-to-snark combat as they attempt to correct each other.
What's worse, sometimes even an atheist won't necessarily be acting snarky--perhaps just having an honest disagreement with reason behind it--but the so-called "Christian" who tries to correct them does act snarky to them, even so much as insulting the non-believer for his/her statements.
Well guess what? Out of my love for all of you and my love for God's Truth, prepare to face some honest and well-needed correction.
Do you know what the bible says about that kind of attitude that t
zero.5. I think I'm afraid of sex.zero.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It's terrifying that two people can fit together perfectly, without even really liking each other at all.
4. I'm afraid of the day I start replacing myself with somebody else in all of our pictures; of the day I'll see my reflection and wish I didn't have to.
3. I'm afraid of doctors, and medicine.
The first time I took lithium, I couldn't hold it down. So I locked the bathroom door and flushed the entire bottle.
The second time, I couldn't walk more than ten steps without falling.
Honestly, I'm just wondering why they use poison to purify me.
2. I'm afraid of the ocean.
I'm afraid of looking down one day, and not seeing the edges. Of there being nothing there.
I'm afraid of falling and having nothing to catch me.
There's already nobody. The ground is really all I have.
1. I'm afraid of breaking things.
Like, once, I broke my dad's trust in me.
Once I broke somebody's heart.
Once I broke my kindergarten teacher's favorite
They Say I'm GuiltyOf the nearly eighty female prisoners that had answered my request, I had narrowed my choices down to two of them. The first was a voluptuous, porcelain-skinned brunette that would make my brother drool in seconds. The second was a golden-haired, frail little piece of work, and normally I would have dismissed her during the first round of eliminations, but something kept her there. Maybe it was the way she stared at me with her venomous green eyes, but I couldn't be sure. In any case, I had my two choices set before me, each isolated in separate cells on opposite ends of the jail so that I might observe them more personally.They Say I'm Guilty2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I turned to the prison guard. "What can you tell me about this one?" I was starting with the brunette.
"Number 67," he practically spat. "Don't believe a word she tells you. She's as good a liar as they come."
I wondered at what sort of lies she had told the guard because clearl
Easter Sunday--S.H.Its been about 1862 years now since the event that causes this day each year to be celebrated. I think, probably, it has lost the meaning with most of the people that celebrate it. As I smoke my morning pipe and look down out of my window, I see many people, dressed in their finest, on their way to church.Easter Sunday--S.H.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Many of them go only on this day each year. Many of them will sleep or daydream, or think of their own self-righteousness during the sermon.
Their minds are very likely not on the death and resurrection that occurred in order to save their very souls. Mine most certainly was.
It was now a little less than a year since I had returned to life myself. My absence had been three years, and my friend had not acted any less stunned to see me I dare say than Jesus disciples to see him. Both had thought their master and friend had died for sure at the hands of enemies.
a new worlda new world3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the world of Plendetha
5:32 PM at night
Area: Fodor forest
A young boy runs as stwiggs and banches hite his face he runs to his home, He runs into the village then to his home a small house with a lantern light as a gray mass of fog hazes around the village he ran into his home were he met his mother in the kitchen there was a table with a plate of food ready for him his mother was stering a coldren of vegtible soup "Oh Meron its good home I made you a bow of soup and some smoked chicken" his mother said Meron was a young boy of 11 he was a stronge boy for his age he ware a white raggy bottoned shirt and a pare of plane paints his hair shaggy and a brown color as was his eyes "Hi mom" he said he ran to his mother and hugged her she wrapped her arms around him she patted his back then she led him to the table
"now eat you havent been home all day" she said
What I learned from Zelda1. While it may seem like fun to go into people's houses and break their stuff, this is in fact wrong and you may be forced to pay compensation for it.What I learned from Zelda2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
2. The fairies may give you a second chance at life- or four.
3. You can get drunk on milk.
4. When you find something suspicious, blow it up.
5. Don't worry about falling from cliffs; you'll just respawn where you started.
6. Postmen are very reliable and dedicated public servants.
7. Averting the apocalypse is as simple as playing a few notes.
8. Translation books may just save your life one day.
9. Sometimes, goats just need to be petted.
10. Do not attack chickens. Ever.
11. Don't be discouraged from trying even if there are bigger fish in the pond.
12. Be careful to never get lost in a forest.
13. When sailing, be sure to leap over any hazards you may come across.
14. One man's trifle is another's treasure.
15. Don't play Whack-A-Mole with dragons.
16. Masks can bring either a blessing or curse- more likely the latter.
17. A visit
About Honour"Ever worried about what the world thought of you?"About Honour2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Nope. I only worry about what I think of me."
"What do you think about you?"
"That I am a broken-eyed, converse-reject-wearing wise ass."
"Really? And what do you call yourself?"
"I call me proud."
"What do you call yourself?"
"I am the grade school version of the heartbroken girl, who can't play the guitar so she strums a ukulele instead, who can't paint so she draws terrible pictures in graphite that keeps giving way."
"I see you doing it again. Put the fucking pen down right now and stop it."
"What? I was just writin-"
"You're cutting yourself to pieces with shark-toothed words again. Just because a sword is a beautiful, glittering object of honour doesn't mean it always has an honorable purpose."
"Do you really think I am a sword?"
"Nope. I think you're beautiful, glittering object of honour. And the thing with honour is, it makes the world turn to stare in awe."
Same Sex Marriage is GAY.Same Sex Marriage.Same Sex Marriage is GAY.6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Objective: You will be engaged in an in-depth study of same sex marriages. This project will involve research and the result will be an argument presented in the form of a debate.
1. Homosexuality is not natural.
Much like eyeglasses, cesarean sections, birth control and painkillers are not natural.
2. The purpose of marriage is to procreate.
Therefore, sterile males, women that cannot bear children, the elderly, infirm, and infertile CANNOT be married.
3. Living with gay parents will adversely impact childrens lives.
Living with abusive parents, alcoholics, drug addicted parents, and parents that are never home is worse than living in a household with two loving gay people.
4. Gay Parents raise Gay Children.
Straight parents only raise straight children.
6-Word Story - Final CurtainFinal curtain's down, exhaustion takes over.6-Word Story - Final Curtain1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
chromaWe were merely children when the stars came.chroma2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They rained down from the sky in a burst of light, like shards of glass pouring down from the heavens. Supernovas blooming in the night sky, petals raining down onto the barren earth - angels, falling with their wings sheathed, glowing, as they glided down. We watched, starstruck, as the glow overtook us - we were mesmerized. We waited with bated breath as the meteors landed, the celestial light subsiding as dark forms started to pick themselves up from the dust.
They moved towards us with an otherworldly grace, their steps leaving no marks on the earth as they descended upon us. Frozen to our spots as they approached, our bodies simply unresponsive in their wake. We were paralyzed. They stretched out their wings, embracing us in a softness unimaginable - a polymerization of silky feathers made of pure light, like a soft touch of a rose petal - and suddenly, our eyes were opened. The world was the same, yet so new, as it was washed with a gl
You've been on my mind...Quite frankly, you're heavy. Get off.You've been on my mind...7 years ago in General More Like This
Holmes vs. Holmes vs. HolmesInitials are self-explanatory, but if you are lazy or confused...Holmes vs. Holmes vs. Holmes4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
BR Holmes: Basil Rathbone Holmes
JB Holmes: Jeremy Brett Holmes
RDJ Holmes: Robert Downey Jr. Holmes
NB Watson: Nigel Bruce Watson
DB Watson: David Burke Watson
JL Watson: Jude Law Watson
The Watsons were sitting in the kitchen calmly discussing the latest medical discoveries, the latest cases, and the antics and eccentricities of the Holmeses.
However, the Holmeses were not getting along so well. They were seated in the sitting room by the fire. JB Holmes and RDJ Holmes had started an argument about which was better.
"More people like me," said JB Holmes. "So there."
"Yeah right," RDJ Holmes rolled his eyes.
"Well, I don't have so many haters."
"At least I don't parade around in that stupid hat!"
"Hey!" said BR Holmes.
"Why is he," JB Holmes jerked his head in BR Holmes's direction, "here anyway?"
"I think they said it was because he's classic."
"Not a very good reason, is it?" said
Themes+Symbols in Lion KingOne of Disneys masterwork films is The Lion King. While some may dismiss it as nothing more than a childrens movie, they fail to see that like most fairy tales it contains much deeper themes. Its a classic bildüngsroman, or coming-of-age story, that describes how a son matures into his father, or how men mature and become more like God.Themes+Symbols in Lion King5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The first image in the movie is a rising sun. This is consistent with the theme of The Circle of Life. The sun represents a never-deviating pattern of death and rebirth through its daily rising and setting, an eternal constant that embodies the Circle of Life. The movie primarily deals with the Scars attempt not only to disrupt the entire cycle in his seizure of power, but also the internal cycle of growth in Simba. Only by reclaiming his lost Self can Simba restore balance to the Pride Lands and to himself.
Scar is quickly characterize
You're a Band Geek when...You know youre a Band Geek when:You're a Band Geek when...7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Note: most, if not all of these will only be funny to Band Geeks; some may only even make sense to members of the Forest Park Marching Band (sometimes marked with an ***) Deal with it.
- means that someone else gave me this one, they will be credited
1. Changing in front of your fellow band members is not embarrassing in the slightest
2. Seeing other band geeks change in front of you is not at all sexually arousing.
3. You put the Band Room as your primary address in all forms
4. You also put the Band Room phone number as the number you can be contacted quickest by.
5. You know all of the cheerleading routines
6. and have trained yourself to ignore them
7. and have made up different lyrics to all the cheers (all appropriate, of course )
8. Reeds taste good
9. and you arent a woodwind player
10. You start to use cork grease as lip balm
11. You drink more valve oil than water
my mouth is filling with sandmy brother used to tell me to hold my breath until i could hear the ocean in my head. and i did, it was a soft roar of sky fighting sea. eventually when my eyes rolled back like waves, he would make me breathe so i didn't drown.my mouth is filling with sand4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
he was always there to tell me to breathe out but now he is gone and i am forgetting how to.
we were very young when our father died (fell from a cliff photographing the moon) and our mother started dating the milkman. he was gangly man with white hair but otherwise very handsome. we didn't mind him at all. he made our mother smile and brought warm milk every night. but we missed our father and his stories about stars and planets.
one night we tried in vain to bring our father back to life in this man, he lay on our bed and we begged a story. but rather than talk about the grandeur of the milkyway he told us the percentages (down to 7 figures) of the essential vitamins in milk. we yawned and slept as he watched on proudly, thinking he had inspired delighting dr
Ruusu Aavelaivan juurellaRuusu Aavelaivan juurella3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Miksi näin kävi? Ensin kaikki oli selvää, mutta nyt kaikki on hämärää. Valo on kadonnut, värit haalistuneet. Mikään ei tunnu tutulle. Makaan keskellä tietä pohtimassa elämän tarkoitusta kun kuulen kirkkaan äänen. Se on jossain määrin tuttu. En kuitenkaan muista, missä olen kuullut sen. Tuntemattomat ihmiset ovat kerääntyneet ympärilleni, puhuvat jostain, mutta en kuule heitä. Kaksi miestä nostaa minut paareille. Ääni, jonka kuulin, oli sireeni. Mietin, miksi makaan tässä. Mitä oli tapahtunut? Tunnen kivun leviävän ympäri kehoani. Yritän huutaa, mutta ääntä ei lähde. Kuolenko minä?
Makaan sairaalassa. Olen melko varma, että olen ollut täällä ennenkin. En vain muista milloin. Koetan nousta ylös, mutta en pysty. Kuin minut olisi sidottu tähän sänkyyn. Huonee