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My Heart Went With You...Once they were happy, weren't they? Once when there wasn't a person called Ashley, they were happy.My Heart Went With You...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yes. They must have been. But lately, Lucy didn't know if Jack loved her anymore. It first started when Ashley first came. She was pretty and she had a delicate face with long blond hair.
They had been going out to dinner when Jack saw her. Lucy saw the change come over his face. He loved women. How could she ever believe that he would stay by her side?
But it got worse than that. Somehow, Ashley became a part of his life. She and Jack became partners at his workplace. He often worked until very late before he came home.
She guessed he had
UpDATE ReLoAD, Prologue+Chap1Prologue, Error CODE XYUpDATE ReLoAD, Prologue+Chap14 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
“Attention fair ladies and dashing gentlemen! Ah, can’t you just smell the crisp autumn air? Isn’t it awesome? Huh? Oh, right… Ok, sorry folks! I’ll get onto the announcements, ‘k?
According to the calendar, it’s the 19th right? And yes, that’s right folks! Special random event XY is here yet again! Where is it this month? Hm… According to our sources, a ferocious pack of therolves are on the move to the west of the main capital’s square. The first party to successfully locate and disarm all beasties will be awarded 500 points each to their job scales as well as so
Discretion"Now, even more so then ever, you should remember how to conceal. Leave no indication Mr. Tuesti."Discretion3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"...What happened to Reeve?"
"Mr. Tuesti."
"If you insist."
"I also insist that this in particular is kept only between you and I. Now. Unbuckle your pants."
"Pardon? Huh. Fine."
So it came to pass by some degree of physiological manipulation; calloused fingers probing to some discomfort on my part and leading to plenty of light swearing under my breath... that a Shinra issue handgun was concealed upon my person within handy reach.
"What if I accidentally knock the safety catch off?"
Like every other male I have a rather healthy attachme
O. FelixO. FelixO. Felix3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I wanted to protest this mess with an extra side of hopelessness,
having been undressed was formless and ready to impress.
All our usual suspects were luckless--
I did all I could to keep a breast,
writing my way out with knuckles and kneads.
Now you say "hands off" but her eyes are hating my way,
in the way pupils recline in a pool on a hot summer's day,
reaching my device to receive their... "floation"
doing it all night with scientific notation
So you call me a fake and think me inchless,
lumping my work in with dentures and pinches.
Am I unable to report due to the stress?
You seem to forget my everlasting (and swoo
AAM 12: UntitledIt's less crushAAM 12: Untitled5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
than curiosity
since I can't feel
the Sydney sun
setting me aflame
in days of iridescent skin.
I don't recall
sweat
on your soft brow
or discomfort in your skin
just
the pervasive silence
of a man alone with heavier things
than birthday cake
(gentle contemplation at dusk).
Some part of you
whispers prayers in the wind on secular afternoons,
in footfalls
dashed across busy highways.
Some part believes in salvation
for both of us.
The Good Old DaysWe will not see the sun rise upThe Good Old Days4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over the bridge no more.
Today the bench is all for me
Since you have forgotten.
We will not skip and spin to school
Beneath the sky no more.
Today I dragg a heavy heap
Of paper clad in cotton.
We will not mime the cloudy days
Like Paris' dress no more.
Beaubourg is my only refuge
For times I've turned to black.
We will not even mock the sun
With shinning smiles no more.
I know the bells of Notre-Dame
Won't even bring you back.
We will not dance and sing and laugh
Under the lights no more.
One lonely glass dresses the table
Of our favourite tavern.
We will not watch the sun sink
Under the b
We.We.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Compare us to the sun and moon
Incompatible mayonnaise
With custard thick like oozey wound
Delicate fingers of moldy glaze.
Say we belong to desert lands
Where fools are kings and queens witty
So we may drink wine from our hands
And spit it back in harmony.
Tell us the stars need compagny
You'll find us running on the roof
Reading them a bedtime story
In honesty and happy goof.
We cannot be defeated
We just can't be broken
A single spark and life
Is deliriously awoken.
And we rule the world with ideas far-fetched,
And looney illusions pricked in the rough.
And if you still can't see our arms outstreched,
You're not watching
Voices in my headSour little voice in the back of my headVoices in my head3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It better watch its mouth or I'll soon be dead
I used to be pretty, skin clear and loved
Until the voice decided I was ugly and my skin turned to blood
Slidding and drowning my deapest fears
Hidding them from my parents and all of my peers
Killing my beauty, cutting my hair
Marking up my skin that was once so perfect and fair
I'm not pretty anymore and my voice tells me everyday
I'm just being smart enough to listen to what is say
HatterHatter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his eyes glowed of sexual perversions
women sprawled over his chest like leeches
aromas of old cigars and foreign teas latched onto the floor rugs strewn arbitrarily across uneven gravel
unusual salutations embraced me
casual greetings were to be followed by auburn liquids
shallow basins on thin saucers
raised eyebrows, gaudy laughter
glowing signs above obscure exits and nonexistent entrances
confusion sagged along fluorescent cushions
nauseating repetition with never ending choruses
red pigments in pink stained lips
uneasy emotions slapped onto
Nervosa"She's so tiny, I wish I was her,"Nervosa3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the girls would whisper as she walked past them in the halls.
5'1", blonde, size 4, she never heard the compliments.
In her mind they were whispering how fat she was
& how they noticed how much weight she gained over the summer,
3 & 3/8 of a pound to be exact.
"No more dessert for me" she thought
& no one even noticed that she didn't take a cookie that day at lunch.
"She's lost so much weight, how does she do it?"
all the girls would whisper in the back of classrooms.
Cheerleader, honor student, size 2, knew the whispers were about her
She would stare at her body with disgust
& pick ou
y te grito:sequel to o balmy breath; continuation of passages from invitation to a beheading, by vladimir nabokovy te grito:4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Well, why not drink this mush of hope, this thick, sweet slop… my hopes are still alive… and I thought that at least now, at least here, where solitude is held in such high esteem, it might divide into two parts only, for you and for me, instead of multiplying as it did—noisy, manifold, absurd, so that I could not even come near you…this is why I am writing—this is my last attempt to explain to you what is happening, Marthe… make an exceptional effort and understand, i
On Writing To be a good writer, you have to be a Man. Not just a man, but a Man. I envy the hell out of chicks that decide to write mainstream fiction. Rehash a few awkward or painful teenage memories, chuck your crystallized adolescence into the defroster and pawn it off to Oprah, ba-da-bing, you’re a millionaire. Not with guys. Oprah doesn’t have your back if you’re swingin’ around a dick. Did you see what she did to James Frey? Jesus. That should teach him to potentially exaggerate any fragment of a story.On Writing6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Writing is easy. Anyone with a superiority complex and a pen is already a writer. But to be a good writer, one of them lit
The Kids Want TechnoThe Kids Want Techno3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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AliceDownTheRabbitHoleSmile on my wallAliceDownTheRabbitHole4 years ago in Other More Like This
... G___________s
... r_______n
... i
floating,
whispering
Tempting me to choose
Between each perilous direction
..red
..........red
..................red
..........................this way or that
..................tea
..........tea
..tea
Each forward footstep
takes you further
k
c
a
b
Singing little flowers
teasingteasing teasing
this way or that?
Neutrality's BaneYou died among those that are still living on.Neutrality's Bane5 years ago in Open More Like This
Yet you cling to your life the memories of those long gone.
Did you consider yourself a prisoner of your own spectacle?
The only thing to watch is your own back in amidst unfortunate events.
Helpless to realise the sheer magnitude of your inactions.
Even as you watch over, nothing can be done to all those that fall.
A wanderer in the mists has few choices for people alongside.
And even fewer choices to make for their own sake.
A soul in true neutrality is neither dead nor living.
With nothing but the weight of deadlocks on top of their head.
A choice? None exists for those exiled from r
I Know"Look I'm not going to let you bully me anymore."I Know3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
.....
"Oh is that so huh, well what are you going to do about it huh?"
.....
"I'm bi okay, I'm not saying it to get attention nor am I doing it just for the hell of it."
.....
"Really, well how come you don't get a boner when you see naked dudes huh?"
.....
"You just don't get it, love has nothing to do with sex any more than you bullying me. Love is to feel an emotional longing for someone and a willingness to stay with that person for the rest of one's life."
.....
"If that's the case do seriously think you could feel this way with a dude."
.....
"I know it in my heart that I wou
Humanitys Grasp 5: homecoming It was an hour later, the mood in the personal quaters of the elite was, glum, hopeless too say the least, nothing stirred untill someone spoke up.Humanitys Grasp 5: homecoming3 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Looks we cannot let this get us down, Lord bastien would not want this, even though the situation seems hopeless, were the elite, were meant to protect this fortress, we were given power, beyond our wildest dreams in form of these crystals, all because a enemy far stronger than we have ever seen has appeared we cannot sit here, its time for the meeting" Fusak said trying to be strong, but the others could see this was a front.
Who knew information awaited them in th
deviantdeviant2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time there was a little girl who lived in a happy little place. This place was filled with other happy little boys and girls who loved art. They would show their art to the girl, and she would show her art back to them. It was a place where anyone could be proud to show themselves.
One day, however, the little girl forgot about the happy little place and stayed away for a while. When she came back with a new name, everything had changed. It started out slowly, and the girl didn't notice. After a while, though, the girl got worried. The other happy boys and girls had grown up and had started being mean. The sky wasn't so blue anym
the problem of evilHe fills his fingers with my skin.the problem of evil5 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
You're quiet today, he says.
I do not tell him. I don't lift my eyes like the breasts of angels in churches. I do not tell him—I am learning to accept the end of the world.
He pricks the back of my hand, and I bend forward, my forehead against my knees. I think about names and I wonder if I were to whisper the name of a long-dead mother, a hospitalized father, a brother in denial, a sister without her hair, a dog leaning on two stubby arms and a cat with her tail wrapped inside her mouth, a baby choking on the roots of life and a girl battling her Adams' apple—I wonder if I could save them, my m
Intercettazioni Radio INotiamo che tutti i nostri eroi vengono sottoposti ad una nuova tortur…ehm…trovata del caaaaaaaaaaaro Tails che ha radunato tutti nel suo laboratorio per mostrargli una nuova macchina appena trovata durante l'esplorazione di una rovinaIntercettazioni Radio I7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Sonic - Wow ! Cos'č ?
Tails - Una radio !!!!!!!!!!!!
Big - Una radio ????? Cos č una radio ???
Shadow - (Sfoglia un' enciclopedia) Uhm…………… Era un aggeggio usato per trasmettere diverse cose da diversi posti , come programmi , servizi , musica……………..
Cream - E come funziona ? Come funziona ???????? (inizia a saltellare)
Amy cominciņ a toccare dei tasti - Tocco qui………………poi qua…………………..e ora giriamo la ma
Tenderness crisisTenderness crisis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am o criză de gingăşie,
o criză de sărutări abstracte
şi pline de forme contorsionate,
cat aş vrea să-ţi sărut buzele opace
de la atata iubire,
ne-au amorţit pana şi simţurile.
OC clashers 2 - Yokorona onika - part 4OC clashers 2 - Yokorona onika - part 41 year ago in Profiles More Like This
-PROFILE-
Chosen of : Destruction
-BATTLE PROFILE-
Power Description : anti-spiral power and Anti-spiral Black lightning!
-IN GAME-
Battle Intro : she appears in her anti-spiral form and gets ready to fight.
Win Pose : she picks the foe ready to grind him/her into dust!
Alternative Costumes : same only in reverse colors and yokorona's head is not in the anti-spiral form
==GAMEPLAY== (Your OC gameplay and moveset will be based on either their Normal or Awakening form that powered up/imbued/enhanced by either Lunt Sorante of destruction or creation. The OC will have these movesets when battling The 3rd form of the Final Boss
mental blockouch.mental block5 years ago in Other More Like This
The examClik, clik, click, clik, clik,The exam4 years ago in Open More Like This
*Yawn*
“Shh”
“SHHHH”
Clik, clik, click, clik, clik,
“What the hell? My screen just blacked out”
Clik, clik, click, clik, clik,
“Have you tried hitting the screen power button?”
“Yeah it isn’t that, the whole computer is shut off.”
Clik, clik, click, clik, clik,
“Arg damn it, the power cord was loose, a complete waste of time.”
“Well at least it has only been 10 minu-“
“SHHHHH”
Clik, clik, click, clik, clik,
*chew chew*
“Can I have one?”
“SHHHHHHH!”
Clik, clik, click, clik, clik,
*cough cough
Sta.sh
