Liberty and Justice for AllLove is defined as affection towards another person. This definition does not limit this powerful emotion to just a man and a woman. Of course there are many types of love, such as that of a parent towards a child, or a good friendship, but focus on romantic love. The constitution does not say that love must be confined to a man and a woman either. Yet we as the United States of America still leave it up to states to allow or ban two people of the same sex to become legally married. Some religions believe that homosexuals will go to hell, and some people believe that the planet should be ridden of this filth. Is it wrong to love? Government limits love, religion limits love, and intolerant people limit love, and we must all put up with the hate thrown at us until we can stand up for what is right.Liberty and Justice for All7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The United States government allows discrimination even though we have the pursuit of happiness. They
More to me than that.More to me than that.5 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don't like walnuts.
I have 2 cats. But I'm a dog person.
I like the color blue. But dislike lavender.
I have lots of books that I read.
I have no religion but wish to someday.
I like to sing and play piano.
Freddy Mercury is my celebrity hero.
I think it's okay to hang out with straight people.
But I feel uncomfortable changing in a locker room.
I try to see people for their soul and not for their looks.
I'm self conscious about my body and appearance.
Some techno annoys me beyond understanding.
I'm allergic to bug bites.
Part of me has gave up on love
but another part is hopeful that some day I'll find someone.
Sometimes I'm scared of the dark.
I don't like Cher or Britney Spears very much.
I like the quirky, the unusual, and the strange
I believe in ghosts and the spirit world.
I don't worship the devil.
I try and act tough most of the time.
Cottage cheese I find to be disgusting.
I love art and all kinds of music.
I like getting to know new people and share thoughts.
I sometimes l
Bedtime Stories : The Tree That Was Seen*The Tree That Was Seen*Bedtime Stories : The Tree That Was Seen2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once upon a time, on a planet far away, there lived a little tree. But this was no ordinary tree, no, this little tree could speak. She could speak to the Sun, oh what bright conversations they would have! Every morning he would greet her with a loud, boisterous HELLO!!! and then the two would talk for hours.
They talked about the brightness of his light, his magnificent rays, the perfect symmetrical shape of his body, and how healthy he made her leaves. But before long, the Sun would go to sleep, and a smaller, dimmer, shy little moon would appear in the sky.
He watched over the tree every night, but had never, not even once, said hi. The little tree, being a lover of the day, would fall to sleep, and wait for sunrise. And so it was every day and night, the Sun would shine, the Moon would pass by.
Days, turned to years, and the tree grew strong in the Sun. The Sun, would gloat about what he accomplished. "Look, dear Tree, and see what I've made you! I'v
Daughters of WinterFather gathered us together, the three daughters of winter. To the eldest, he gave the sword Bite. To the youngest he gave Keen. To me, he gave Chill. Our mother watched, her dark eyes fixed upon her fair-haired daughters, pale as the winter sun. We were snow and ice. It is difficult to love creatures so cold, but she tried. She tried to love us just as she tried to love our father and we saw this for what it was and answered in kind. Just as it is difficult to love the cold, the winter itself harbors no love in its heart. We are borne of starvation, the days when the deer strip the trees of bark in desperation and die with skin pulling furrows between the ribs and their eyes freeze and become like glass. We are borne of the cold that steals away breathe and life, and the human blood in our veins was not always enough to counter our natures.Daughters of Winter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She wore furs, always, while we went about in whatever we cared to. Mother tried to teach us, her wild and pale daughters, of the ways of the sout
A Whole New Game- Chapter 5 -A Hunger Games StoryA Whole New Game- Chapter 5 -A Hunger Games Story3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5: Sparks
I lay on the firm ground and stare up at the twinkling stars. Just think Eleanor, by this time tomorrow we will have killed 12, and without her we won't be needing Lover Boy anymore, so we can kill him too. Tomorrow is going to be a fun day. But until then you should get your beauty rest. Not that you need it.
I shift uncomfortably on the hard ground. I glance over to see Marvel, Glimmer, Clove, and Lover Boy, all sleeping comfortably. I groan as yet another rock manages to prod me in the back.
"Can't sleep?" asks Cato, who had taken first watch.
"No," I reply, "I guess I'm just not used to it yet."
"Yeah," he replies blankly.
We sit in silence for a few minutes. I sit and stare at the fire, my eyes following the waves of radiation and heat. Cato sticks the end of his sword in the fire, making it red hot, before extinguishing it in the dirt with a wsss sound. After a few minutes of this, he speaks up.
"What's it like back in Four?" he
England x Reader: Stormy WeatherShivering, you rushed down the sidewalk, eyes fixed on your shoes. You should have known better than to visit England without an umbrella; after all, the land was known for having a plethora of rain. But it was sunny earlier, you begrudgingly thought to yourself.England x Reader: Stormy Weather3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finally, you stopped to catch your breath, panting as you glanced at your surroundings. Much to your horror, you couldn't recognize any of them, and to make matters worse, it was getting late. The sky, previously a light grey colour due to the storm, was now a shade of jet. Your (favourite colour) jacket no longer provided any warmth for you, droplets of water dripping from the sleeves.
"Excusez-moi, mademoiselle, but are you lost?" asked a concerned voice.
Startled, you looked up with wide (eye colour) eyes to see a man with wavy, blonde hair standing before you, a black umbrella protecting him from the downpour. His blue eyes looked worried, but being that he was a stranger, you couldn't help but instinctively
Ever fallen in love?*Ever fallen in love?6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
...with someone you shouldn’t have fallen in love with?
I can feel you stirring again inside of me, like an itch I’ve just scratched which bubbles away under my skin, not quite becoming fully fledged, but crying for attention; a child’s painting left out in the rain to ruin. Is it love? …or is it simply an obsession, burning away at my heart: eating and corroding my rationality until I feel I cannot bear it any longer, until I feel it consuming me, its long amber tongue flickering and smouldering as it wraps itself around my heart, constricting, squeezing, making me gasp for the air we breathe together.
I long to touch you, hold you close to me and feel your heart beat quicken, entwining with the rhythm of my own. Insecurity laces my tongue, holding me back as I see you now through the eyes of a lover, uncontested perfection. You walk past me, looking at me as a knight would a beggar, seeing only rags and melancholic
To boot. Francis x Mother reader.To boot. Francis x Mother reader.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
There you were standing in the dark, cell phone to your ear, staring at a darkened house. It was 'her' house...that b***'s house, that cheaters house. Disgusting.
~Mon Ami i know you you are trying to cheer me up but i zink i just need to be alone for aw'ile.~
"NO FRANCIS!!!" you yelled into the device.
"I will not have you running around crying all because some Bitch ripped your heart out! i will not accept it because you have Matthew to look after!!! He's our son and i will not have you put that child through shit because you were a dumbass!!!"
You stood there huffing and puffing as you remembered what happened.
You and Francis had a thing when you two were in high school. Sadly when you two were thinking about marriage and starting a life together his parents came up with a arranged marriage deal. You knew he had no choice so you broke it off, you both were 23 at this time. After a couple months you found out you were pregnant.
You tried to keep it secret but that bitch M
MonstersWhat do monsters look like? Are they fanged and pale? Do they hide under our beds and in our closets? No, the real monsters of this world are not vampires or werewolves. They are our peers. They kill us with words not with fangs. They hide in the very depths of our minds making us believe that we are imperfect, making us believe that we don't belong. When will a superhero come and dry our tears? When will a hero come and rescue us from such monsters? Never. The only way to stop this monster domination is kindness. Whenever your peer says something mean and hurtful to you be a hero and instead of saying something mean back like the monster lurking inside of you wants you to do, say something nice. Turn the other cheek. If you do that then it will spread like a wildfire killing all of the monsters around you within weeks.Monsters3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Like Evening RainDream DiaryLike Evening Rain4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
9th July, 2011
"Would you come out here and get away from that computer screen for at least one minute?" blasted mum as she swung the bedroom door open with force enough to ruffle the curtains.
"But they're your friends, not mine." I objected frivolously, not being one for socializing especially at parties where everyone was at least twice my age if not thrice that or more.
"You need to get out there and mingle! All you do all day is sit in front of that computer!"
"The problem being?"
"You're getting fat!"
"The problem being?"
"Just get out here! There are people that want to meet you!"
"You do know I can tell when someone's lying to me, right?"
"They're your relatives! Have the common courtesy to meet them at least once!"
I replied with a displeased gurgling and reluctantly peeled myself off the leather computer chair like chewing gum off sun-baked pavement.
I had lost track of time as I had the tendency of doing. It was getting cold and dark outside nothing like t
The Monster I've Become: PrologueThe Monster I've Become: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A parasitical symbiote that attacks the nervous system of a biotic or abiotic host when granted the chance. It's sickly green, callused skin contains the horrific stench of the infectious spores that had physically and mentally corrupted it's host. Though they wander aimlessly in large masses, infecting anything deemed able to become infected; they are of a single mind... When large enough, they become a "Gravemind". There is no known treatment nor cure for their infection. The only solution is to burn the flood masses and make sure nothing, not even a single spore, can escape..."
Former Captain Duke L. Williams frowned and closed the document.
"If only they knew..." he muttered before shutting of the holographic screen entirely. Closing his eyes, he sighed softly before turning his head and looking at an aging picture of his deceased wife and kids.
"Rest in peace... Daddy's coming home soon..." he mumbled sadly while gently caressing the pictures frayed edges wit
SlonceStokrotka lubiła, gdy delikatne Krople deszczu pieściły jej spragnione liście. Lubiła spoglądać na Chmury i na kałuże, w których tworzyły się malutkie fontanny. Ale najbardziej ze wszystkiego lubiła moment, w którym zza Chmur wyłaniały się pierwsze promienie Słońca.Slonce3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Słońce. Bez niego nie mogła żyć. Jego promienie tak cudownie ogrzewały jej ciało. Było takie piękne, zupełnie jakby zebrało w sobie wszystkie kolory świata i zamknęło za pomocą błysku w kształcie idealnym - kuli. Stokrotka zawsze chciała mieć je jak najbliżej siebie. Ze smutkiem patrzyła, jak zapada zmrok. Jednak tłumaczyła sobie, że musi być wypoczęta, żeby wyglądać ładnie i świeżo przed następnym spotkaniem ze Słońcem. Podobnie czyniła w cza
CrossroadsThe sent of burning wood washes over me, the air is cold and thick and envelops me like a shroud. The quiet here is deep and searching.Crossroads6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stand at a crossroads. Behind me stands my past. Before me, my future beckons through inky darkness. My feet are bare and I can see that the road before me is treacherous with broken glass that reflect my fears like a thousand mirrors warping my reflection. The path stretches into the darkness. It could lead to a cliff for all I know. I am blind and afraid.
Her voice wings through the darkness, Her breath fans my cheek. "Do you have what it takes?" She asks. My heart thunders in my ears like frenzied drums, cold sweat dances down my temples. I hesitate. "You've come far child, you've learned to fight, you've learned true sacrifice but what about surrender? Can you surrender yourself completely to death in the hopes to find true life? Can you take the risk? Can you risk love and loss to become your true self? Can you breathe the waters of my mysteries
Divinity-Six word storyOn the stage,Divinity-Six word story5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we are gods.
FrancexReader: Meaning*Translations are in the artist's comments!FrancexReader: Meaning3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She couldn't tell if he was being serious, or if he was simply messing around with her, as he often did. His eyes had a desperate glint, his lips were pulled into a nervous lineóbut then, he'd always been good at acting in various ways to get what he wanted, though the last thing she'd expected him to feign was insomnia.
"Come on, Francis," she said, giving him a doubtful look. She folded her arms across her chest and studied his anxious expression, trying to gauge its genuineness. "You're not really having trouble falling asleep, are you? Don't you usually sleep like a log?"
"J'ai eu un cauchemar," he murmured. His gaze dropped to the floor, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "I can't sleep now."
Her heart softened at his uncharacteristically hesitant tone, and she relaxed a little, leaning back against the wall. "What was the nightmare about?" she asked, gentling her own voice.
He shook his head, furrowing h
Alones Aqua Timezoreta awai tsubasa kimi wa sukoshi aosugiru sora ni tsukareta dake saAlones Aqua Timez8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
mou dareka no tame janakute jibun no tame ni waratte ii yo
izentoshite shinobiyoru kodoku uchigawa ni tomoru rousoku
nigiwau PAATI gouka na SHANDERIA to wa urahara ni
tarinai kotoba no kubomi o nande umetaraiin darou
mou wakaranai ya..
semete yume no naka de jiyuu ni oyoge tara anna sora mo ira nai noni
kinou made no koto o nuritsubusa naku te mo ashita ni mukaeru noni
oreta awai tsubasa kimi wa sukoshi aosugiru sora ni tsukareta dake sa
mou dareka no tame janakute jibun no tame ni waratte ii yo
Your folded, fragile wings are just tired from the pure blue sky. You dont have to force your smiles for anyone. Its ok to smile... For yourself. Hearing your sweet voice didnt always hurt. Its too late to block it from the inside. I want to take back our time, but luck and karma are against me. There are no words, but your eyes cant hide what you want to say. I dont even know anymore... Tr
SynesthesiaI fell in love with a pianist's hands.Synesthesia4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They danced across my skin in minuets, his fingers tripping cadenzas up and down my spine. He brushed sonatas through my hair and across my shoulders, pianissimo. I trembled beneath his trills. The primal, earnest rage of Bach swelled in hot crescendos along my throat, beneath my ribs, guided by his hands --- Mozart, coolly logical, raised goosebumps down my arms --- Chopin soothed the fire and finally calmed my hammering heart.
I fell in love with a pianist's hands, listening from the back of the coffee shop while my lungs fought for breath, making wishes until he was gone.
TheOshavein.pngTheOshavein.png3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was browsing the internet, like I normally do, on a Sunday evening. The sun was going down slowly and I was preparing to do my usual set of tasks. Homework for Monday morning, a quick game on Xbox Live and then draw for half an hour.
Only thing was, I had somehow found my way onto a random thread called "Urban Legends." I am a sucker for this shit. There's something about urban legends that just fills me with wonder and imaginative possibility.
Being the curious browser that I am, I began scrolling down through the mountainous thread and noticed that it was 100 pages or more by now. As I went through the board, post by post, I saw classic urban legends and trolls posting terrible pictures before being removed from the thread.
At about page 28, I realized that I had been on this thread for an hour easily. I was bouncing back and forth from youtube and facebook, but I had wasted quite some time on this endeavour. Around page 45 I decided I was
Moving OnIts sad when people you knew became people you knewMoving On7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And you could just walk right past someone like they were never really a big part of your life
How you used to be able to talk for hours about absolutely nothing
How you could sit there staring at them and they wouldn't have to say anything
And now you can barely look at them
Its sad how times change
Your the one that made me cry
Your the one that broke my heart
Yet I'm still in love with you....
And I don't know why
Someone said to me that change was good
If its so good
Then why do I feel like my whole life is just ruined?
See with blind eyes Chapter 18_____ Name/nicknameSee with blind eyes Chapter 188 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
”Come on Jack, wake up!” You shook his arm, but he didn’t respond. He wasn’t even snoring, it was like he was a corpse. You were sitting him up, and you almost flung him across the room, he was so light. You grabbed his shoulders, shook him furiously, and all he did was grumble.
”Wake up will you!?” You huffed out loudly, and let go of him. He fell backwards, and hit the wall, making him whine.
”Oh god, I’m so sorry!” You tried looking at his head, but how were you supposed to know if it was alright, considering you can't see?
”I give up..” You sat down on the bed, leaning your back against the wall.
‘What am I supposed to do!? He won’t wake up, he won’t even move! I’d like to call North, but it’s not like I have his phone number..’
You all of a sudden heard a little thump right outside your door. The noises were so silent, there’s no way in hell that c
SommeAugust 3rd, 1916Somme2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
These damn trenches, I swear to God. Nothing but mud and rotting corpses. Hell, I even saw a rat feasting on one of the corpses. It was horrible and disgusting to witness, I say. First off, if anyone finds this if I am dead, my name is Private Alfred D. Charles. I'm 18 years of age. I was born in London, England on April 19th, 1898. I am in the British Armed Forces, obviously. I am in the Northern part of the Somme River, where we are fighting those sausage eating* bastards. Right now, its a hot and clear day. Those Huns* will never stop shooting at us. I managed to return fire today as I heard a yelp in the distance; probably an unexpected Hun to be killed. But after I managed fire a shot at him, he never returned fire. Lets just say that's my first kill. Another soldier next to me patted me on the back, saying "Good work, Private. That's one we don't need!" We both gave a good laugh. For the first time, I actually felt real pride in me. I don't know why. Maybe for th
His Outstretched Tentative HandHe hesitated for a second with an outstretched tentative hand. She lay motionless on the ground as if sleeping soundly. Her auburn hair lay around her and the air became colder. He didn’t mean to startle her but now she lay before him, unaware how close he was to her. Her mother had always told her to be careful and be alert while by herself. There was no way her mother would approve if she stumbled upon this scene.His Outstretched Tentative Hand3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But he couldn’t stop his outstretched tentative hand. It was inches away from her head. He knew her mother would tear apart his soul if he dared to touch her. However, her mother wasn’t there. Her hair looked soft and her features were calm. She was irresistible to anyone. He was sure many of the others yearned for her. But, him? He was unwanted. He was God of the Underworld. No one would look in his direction, especially not her. But he still desired her. Many nights he thought of her running through the forest that separated their worlds. She smiled as b