ME Questions, Questions... 4Shepard's at it again…ME Questions, Questions... 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Who would you most like to imprison on this ship?
Joker: You didn't turn on the intercom while I wasn't looking, did you?
[checks anyway] Huh. Okay. Another one of your crazy question times, I guess? [sighs] So what do you mean by imprison, exactly? Drag into a cell, lock 'em in, throw away the key?
More or less. Maybe just for a day, though. For fun.
'For fun.' [snorts] Yeah right . . . [thinks] Udina. Asshole.
On this ship, Joker . . .
Oh hell no. I'm keeping quiet there, ma'am. You never know who's listening. [mouths "Jack."]
Kaidan: [Narrows his eyes, glances up and to the left, and then looks at the Commander with a puzzled expression.]I'm sorry, ma'am, but I don't think that I understand the question here . . .
It's simple: imagine we have a cell block here, on the Normandy – w
Who am I?Who am I? I try to figure out myself.Who am I?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Different, outcast, abnormal.
Something was different about me, but what?
The treasure chest of my possession awareness
Wasn't unlocked by my mother
Until I was 11.
I know some people might have minds like me,
But I feel like Eeyore with Tigger's known thoughts:
"I'm the only one".
At times, I'm a zebra in a group of Dalmations.
I find several paths of understanding
When several songs enter my ears.
Autism awareness is the key that unlocks the door
To a world I never imagined.
As my eyes opened to a new world,
I realize there are certain people
Who either want to exile autism from their minds,
Or people who drag autistics and aspies
To the center of insulting jokes.
I question the media's motivation
To give birth to stereotypes,
With unawareness of giving birth to depression.
I hear insults and I think to myself,
"What the Hans Asperger is the problem?"
I'm part of a group that embraces autism.
Although the rope connecting autism
RP Guide For Noobs - Everything You Need To KnowHello there, it's a pleasure to meet you! My name is Randomite93, but you may call me Random or Randy. I'm assuming you've had no role play experience whatsoever, but don't feel bad about it: we were all noobs at one stage. We just got better through practice! I will tell you that the difference between you and other noobs is that you want to learn: you chose to read this guide by coming here, and that very spirit will definitely help you improve.RP Guide For Noobs - Everything You Need To Know2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
I won't disturb you any further, so take a seat, relax, and dive into this guide; all written for an eager beaver like you!
What is Role Play?
The first thing we have to ask ourselves before we begin is: "What is this act we call 'role play'?" There are different answers, depending on our beliefs and thoughts. I believe that role play is simply telling a story: we create characters and immerse ourselves into different worlds and situations to come up with an interesting story which we enjoy being a part of. You play
QwertyQwerty5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I taste pine and music notes
I smell the eyes watching from the smoke
I see the colors of life and death
I hear the canary yellow's golden breath
The music feels like satin in my treasure-chest heart
The one thing keeping me from falling apart
Caught in the space between
Stuck between two worlds I cannot see
They pass and laugh like wooden figures
on the merry-go-round
I wait and wish for sea-salt tears
to leave a trail
so I can be found
Mannequins and puppets just like me
Trapped in cracking bodies, screaming to be free
I am not the one who is in control now
When the judjement bells toll, my friends aren't around
Just the wafting perfume of lies and belief
When can I stop and rest and get some relief?
Ball-joint fingers cover sad marble eyes
For the poor living puppet who can't dream or cry
99 chances99 chances99 chances5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just 98 chances left to say
how you amaze me in countless ways
Only 85 words left in my soul
to give me the power to reach my goal
To tell you how your presence is like flowers before spring
And how your little laugh makes me want to dance and sing
But, oh, I only have 42 seconds before my chance will go astray
And too many cliches are getting in the way
There's no way to describe
No matter how I try
I'm getting distracted
All I want to do
Is just to tell you
Turning Inward - Asperger Syndrome and discoveryPrologueTurning Inward - Asperger Syndrome and discovery3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Vignette One - Floating
He floated near the ceiling, up in the front right corner of the classroom. Looking down, the six year old boy could see the top of his teacher's head and the faces of his classmates. Further down the row closest to the door he saw himself watching and listening to the teacher. The boy felt like Superman since he could now fly.
He would often imagine leaving his body during times of increased stress, caused in part by the teacher herself. She wasn't exactly a mean woman, but had a harsh manner that frightened him. At home in the mornings he would sometimes become nauseous from the dread at the thought of going to school. This was made worse by the apprehension he felt with the anticipation of trying to interact with his classmates. He would continue to have a knot in his stomach every morning before school for the next twelve years.
Vignette Two - Focus
The monster was attacking him again. Its hairy paws came out of the igloo through holes on either sid
Daybreak1Daybreak3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The birds are strung around the house-
a mobile. Set into motion, they drag Helios
skyward. I keep vigil- blackbirds
jackdaws crows starlings- They lift
a tornado of light, from some other
time or dimension. Eos watches
but the doves who follow, timid.
They spill from their windows- Release
their fragrance, a soft glow that sits heavily among
the feeble&young. Release
their rumbling, fat resonance- They narrate as
the building vomits
a whitewash of movement.
These are the wastelands.
End of his cloak trails upon
the sleeping. All that is left:
a dense light in the shadows.
Splendor; it drapes me. I am
mistaken for some forgotten deity
with my buzzing eyes and drying mouth.
My skull closes in on my eyes, a swollen
relic of tiredness.
The swans dissipate. [ A smudge on the
fog of green. The landscape loses its sharpness
Beautiful Sound.The Love it felt through many years,Beautiful Sound.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The smiles that led to icy tears.
Discovering that it had been hypnotized,
Trying not to give in to those dark lies.
The brave heart that could never be broken,
by words that had been spoken.
The darkness will always be held within this tangled web.
However so will the light.
The more you try to break this heart,
the more it will learn to fight.
And once the love has been found,
the music will be played,
and will be played for a lifetime,
for love is a beautiful......
To Us- Synesthesiai.To Us- Synesthesia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
excites a burst
of color; an
tastes of mangoes;
caressing my senses.
your flavor is
all become a
"T" is crabby
and "I" worries.
"J" is strong
each number becomes
its own plane
all the numbers
becoming an army
of curvy rows,
a perfect pattern.
each and every one
a different hue,
a different shade,
Good EveningGood Evening2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Good evening to the cliff
The one that leers above
Challenging the leap
With rubbles that tumble down
With broken hearts that finally shatter
Good evening to the sky
The one that widens 'round
Surrounding with their spattered skies
With black blooded stains
With white flaring scorns of disdain
Good evening to the sea
The one that trembles below
Waving final sayings, tides of goodbyes
With swirls of treachery
With educing calls of end
Good evening to the world
The one that doesn't care if she drowns
Ignoring her sadness, her tears, her pain
With closed ears to cries
With hearts made of stone
ForgivenessShe dried her tears and smiled.Forgiveness4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
crystallophonethere is a punchcard sincrystallophone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a queen of spades smoldering in an alley.
you hear how the gears churn,
singing faster than we did before
back when black magic dropped like a
pair of socks from the sky with supplies
taped to a note that said
(oh, look at you now)
such a beautiful brain:
runs on gasoline?
have a gallon
or we can call it a balloon,
and a new pair of glasses
for your tapered eyes
(you peel the bark back on the logs,
but you're not sure what you see),
and life says,
either nail jello to a tree,
or keep your
icicles hanging from the eaves,
caterpillars frolicking in the ashes,
your 'Sam, I still don't have your number,'
and your totaled passion:
someone to hang inside out with,
string you up like a steak with.
what the hunger
is trying to tell me
my brain churns like butter,
my insides aflare, my chakras combusting,
ffeminyddiaethEn road: Il y a du frost outside sur les fields ou el moëbius sobre la historia de la humanidad ou 'ffeminyddiaeth'ffeminyddiaeth4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(I was feeling very lost
very utterly defeated
until this yesterday with the
travel and the Southern Cross
now know this: i can tell all there is)
When all was god, drugs or new eyes there were also the ma
Sweet Tunes - FFM 2010The only way to appease the creature was to play music at it the older music the better. Whenever the music stopped, it'd stop its melodic swaying, freeze, and then let out the most terrifying and deadly cry. Eardrums bursting, glass shattering, electronics exploding, eyeballs melting that kind of cry.Sweet Tunes - FFM 20105 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
After that, it would disappear, only to reappear at the most inconvenient place imaginable, ready to explode again. If those around it valued their spleens, they would start digging for their MP3-players right away. The more musical amongst us might start a serenade, or some kind of ad-libbed drumming session on whatever's nearby.
But the creature's appetites for quality only increased as the days passed and no-one had yet figured out a way to communicate, capture or otherwise kill the thing. The tinny sound of a radio would only calm it for so long, sometimes even making it angry enough to lash out a protuberance and destroy the offending equipment. Then it woul
5404 broadway boulevardsomething still lives in5404 broadway boulevard4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
aisles of extracted engines hanging full pelt in
hulking remains in
the suburban neighborhoods of filed radiators
more or less identical and
lined up like boxes on hillsides they've been
ripped clean from mangled metal bellies like
the grey concrete sounds of junkyard men
with hands so dirty they never scrub clean in
oil puddles and roaming dogs in
rain on rooftops that double as ceilings.
a half mile out under a sky like
frostbite and cashmere a sunset like
jaundice or rust there are
rows of pulled pistons silent, standing
sentinel, stainless steel heat sterilized
with the welding flame's fast blue tongue,
empty oil pans stacked used and discarded, and
engine wires parted and splaying like
i'll be there in the backseat of
some truck some
brave dirt road roamer
forgotten and knocking cold knuckled on tempered glass
my face far away and serious in your rear view mirror i am
searching the plush of thousands of car interiors for
the final solution."But Mommy, it's so cold underground!"the final solution.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It's About TimeEras and eons ticktocking towards eternity.It's About Time4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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Confession.I sold hope.Confession.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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