OCDI count the cracks in between the blocks of cement beneath me as I walk. Two. Two. Four. Four. Always four sets of that. Always two, two, four, four. Four times each. Look up. Blink 8 times. Two sets of four. Then back down. Two, two, four, four.OCD2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Safe. Those numbers are safe. Even, not odd. Odd is bad. 'Odd' is what people call you when you're different. Bad. Wrong.
Two, two, four, four. I try to focus on something else, not on how many steps I'm taking, because there are people behind me. Person. One set of footsteps. Bad. Half of two. I think of it as two feet, and that's better. I feel better.
I round a corner, looking for my goal. Always a goal; always a pull. It's getting stronger, so I'm getting close. I have to hurry, I have to lose the person behind me. They kept walking straight. Good.
It's raining again. It's been raining every three days for the past week. Three and Seven. Not good, but not the worst numbers. They add up to ten. Even. Safe. I duck into an alley, and stop sho
Why I am a BRONYWhy I am a BRONY2 years ago in Letters More Like This
This is a message to all brony/pony haters.
I'm noticing a lot of brony hate around, which is predictable. Every fandom that gets mega-popular will have the self-proclaimed 'rebels' who decide to hate the fandom AND the fan base based on a just few unsavory fans.
This narrative is a means of explaining a few things that many brony haters may have not realized, or overlooked. It is NOT a device to 'convert' those who don't like My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. It is NOT to put down pony haters, or people who dislike bronies. Not every person can like every fandom. We are all entitled to our own likes and dislikes, it's what makes us human. This is merely an explanation of why and how I became a brony, and why it's terribly ignorant to hate a fandom because of a portion of fans. But first of all...
I saw someone the other day proclaiming that bronies are going to 'ruin the show' for children in the future, when those children grow up and 'realize that thei
A Sight for Really Sore EyesSweet Apple Acres was cool this time of year and as usual Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash were in a pranking mood. Normally, they would aim for Applejack, but this time they were targeting her older brother Big Macintosh. They had set a surprise for him on a path they knew he would take eventually. The prank was that once he hit a tripwire they had set up a pulled back branch would be released and hit him in the chest. For Pinkie and Rainbow it was set at face level, but Big Mac was taller not to mention that his yoke would protect him so he was not in danger. They only wanted to surprise or scare the quiet stallion. What happened was still a surprise but was not fun.A Sight for Really Sore Eyes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Fluttershy was walking along Ponyville square when a sudden craving for an apple pastry came over her. She immediately headed to Sugarcube Corner to find Pinkie Pie. The town bakery was alive with happy activity and smelled wonderful to the pegasus who was used to the simple quiet smells of nature. Fluttershy walked to the co
TF2: Quick story about Little MikeTF2: Quick story about Little Mike1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
On Mike's 10th birthday, his mom gives him an old looking plush with a human body and eight octopus legs. She said it was named Mr. Tenta and belonged to his uncle who disappeared a few years ago.
Mike loved the present so much. He promised he will treasure it forever in memory of his dear uncle.
In school, Mike was really happy about the present. He had no friends and often sat alone, but thought he could make some pals by showing them Mr. Tenta to them, but sadly they all laughed at him. Soon most of his classmates were calling him 'baby' and jeering at his 'silly' stuffed toy.
However, for every kid that bullied Mike, Mr. Tenta came alive in their dreams. His mysterious abilities allowed him to enter their dream and horrify anyone that dare harm Mike. The bullies left Mike alone after that.
Mike never knew about his plush's strange powers until his mom died. His mum was the only family left for him so he was forced to stay in an orphanage where his only friend became Mr. Tenta
How to be a Great ArtistHow to be a Great Artist3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
...And when I say that, I'm not talking about me. lol I know that I have a lot more to improve. x3
This is a simple tutorial, who is also a friendly tip... :3
Some people often say that they would like to draw like me... But Lemme told you guys a thing... Don't try to draw like me... Try to draw, BETTER THAN me! <3
- Step #1: SET YOUR GOAL!
My improvement come from that way to think...
I used to think about Bernal's art....
"Someday, I'll be more awesome than this guy! >:3"
Of course that's not my desire to bypass no one... This is more like a "manthra"... Believe me, You'll work A LOT better if you have a goal. I call this system as "Master and pupil". I called this way to always remember me that I'm just a student, a pupil, who need to learn everyday if I prettend to someday be as great as my master.
Bernal used to be my "master". (Even if he didn't know it.) I tried to learn his style. His anatomy, coloring, and shading. I tried to apply his techniques at my style, that's a reall
PhilosoraptorOne of the most intriguing nuances of the Universe is that, time and again, it manages to outdo itself in terms of sheer oddity. One of these examples dwells on the validus humus* Gaia, north on the lateral plane of the galactic core of G2427626, known as the Milky Way galaxy in some ares of the Universe.Philosoraptor3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
This creature, of primarily upright reptilian descent, is around the height of a larval valde vermis; it is omnivorous, with large claws and excellent vision, and can bring down a grown bupholant with little effort. It is perfectly adapted to its environment, and by every law of nature and evolution it should not have developed intelligence; of course, these laws do not allow for cosmic intervention.
Several centuries before the advent of homo sapien on Gaia, one of the the raptors was found calculating the orbit of Gaia's moon-suns. This event in itself was not so strange; indeed, any respectable intelligence could do so easily. No, what made this raptor such an aberration was that i
PressureSomething broke.Pressure2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A hard CRACK while sitting in
a soft chair. No pain registered.
The absence of it
is like watching explosions in space.
You follow the curve of your skull. You remember
how skulls are formed like tectonic plates.
Your head wants to be a planet,
volcanic, living, in change.
You continue to your left shoulder,
the one with all the problems.
But today, it has nothing to say.
Your rib cage moves
like oceanic waves, expecting a storm
that hasn't come.
You stand up,
you consider your legs,
nothing feels wrong,
But you can break
more than your body.
The DealSnatcher and Scout (RED)The Deal3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Snatcher was walking around the base. She needed to look around the new territory she was in.
She was looking around for a bit when Scout appeared.
"Oh! Hey Snatch, whats up?"
The Snatcher was disturbed by her given nickname and said "Its not Snatch, its Snatcher."
"Oh, ok. Snatchie." said Scout as he was chuckling in a medium tone of his voice.
Snatcher was offended and tried to walk away, but Scout stopped her and said "Hey, where are you goin'?"
"Somewhere where you wont be picking on me." said the Snatcher and pushed Scout aside.
"Oh! I get it. You dont like your nickname, do ya?" the Scout replied, grabs by the arm firmly and stands in front of her.
"Look, you are not the only one with a funny nickname. We call Demoman Cyclops and Engineer Hardhat. So.... you are Snatch, Snatchie.
I think its a cute nickname for ya."
"You dont have a nickname?" asked the Snatcher
The Serpent's EmbraceThe Serpent's Embrace3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Serpent's Embrace
The mistress of snakes stared up into the night,
She thought of the past, before she had been cursed with stone-sight.
Though her skin turned to scale and her eyes became empty and cold,
Still there were secrets within her heart, waiting to be told.
How she hated to slither instead of walk,
How she hated to hiss instead of talk;
Once, she was beautiful and admired,
A lovely maiden, adored and desired.
Now she was a monster with a deadly glare,
The curse was almost too much for her to bear.
Still, she kept her head high and went on her way,
Never giving up hope for a cure, one day.
Dare not cross her, or you'll soon have a tongue of rock;
So be sure to stay on her good side: remember not to mock.
A lady of poison and fang, but still with her charm,
Remember to appease her to remain free from harm.
As the stars fade from the night sky,
The lady of snakes closes her eyes with a sigh;
Another day she's lived in silent misery,
But she is sure the day will come whe
How to Fix The WorldHow to Fix The World1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
an execution, while play
The howling strings
Of the cellos
Of the veins
Of the time
To the discord
Are the who and what,
the how and the why
Ever lost to that
of the cords
of the strings
of the howling
"Fix this", they cry,
the masses whose
words fester and boil,
carried words, spoken indirect
of the leaders
of the struggles
of the home
of the brave
The final breath
of humanities dying words
"in ashes, from ashes"
She speaks, so melancholy
of the future
of the present
of the past
"World!" She pleads
with a cry, so finishing
"Heed and listen!"
To them she speaks
Of the necessary
of the desired
of the curses
of their blessings...
GiriPan - CockroachesIt was 7:32. For the past forty-five minutes, Japan had been walking around his neighborhood after waking up early. He almost always wanders around his neighborhood when it's this early; he doesn't really have anything better to do or anything. Besides, Alfred was going to come over today at 8, and he wanted to enjoy his time alone. And also, America said he had a 'surprise', which probably isn't a good thing.GiriPan - Cockroaches2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a while, Japan found himself back at his house. He noticed that the door was wide open. "America must be here, now." He muttered, before walking inside. He was immediately greeted by America.
"Dude! It's been a while, hasn't it?" He practically yelled, even though he wasn't even six feet away.
"Please, don't yell." Japan muttered. He then noticed that the American had a rather large yogurt container. " Why do you have yogurt?"
"Ahaha! It's not yogurt!"
" Then what is it?"
"Haha! I don't know!"
"Err, alright then."
"Hey, so dude! Korea told me you didn't like those
An artistAn artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
A USUK ValentineValentines Day, tch just the thought of it made him sick. 'It's a stupid holiday' thought Arthur Kirkland, he didn't even know why it was celebrated. It was only meant for couples, and what about the people who didn't have anyone huh? They don't get anything barely even a hello when walking down the street because everyone is too busy with there lovey dovey couple crap.A USUK Valentine2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Arthur hated this stupid holiday for more than one reason, one: it was stupid in general to have a holiday all about love. Two: he never got anything anyway, and some people don't, so why torture them by pointing out the fact that they didn't have anyone? And Three: ..the only valentines he ever got was from Francis....and not a card oh no it could never be a simple card from the moronic French country...it was always something more....that he never EVER wanted.
Arthur sighed as he walked to the hall where the world meeting was being held today. Today of all days and of course it was being held in Franc
My Name is AaronI like sleeping in.My Name is Aaron3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I like Science class.
I like to play tennis.
My name is not Emo.
I'm funny and smart.
My favorite color is green.
I have a girlfriend named Izzie.
My name is not Emo.
Yes, I wear black clothes.
Yes, I listen to dark music.
I'm a guy who wears eye-liner.
But my name is still not Emo.
I like sleeping in.
I like Science class.
I like to play tennis.
And my name is Aaron.
Algie and the Elder HandAlgie and the Elder HandAlgie and the Elder Hand5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The weather was dank and dismal on the cold Tuesday afternoon on which Algernon Finch arrived at stately Carrington Manor. With characteristic abandon, Algie flung open the carriage door, hopped out without waiting for it to stop, and landed right in a puddle. He winced.
Algie! came a voice from the west, and the delighted figure of Ophelia Carrington came running to greet him.
Ophelia! In the blink of an eye, Algies coat was off his back and into a large patch of water under her feet. She looked down and sighed.
I wish you hadnt done that, Algie.
Ophelia, said Algie, I dont know how clear Ive made this but you happen to be the most beautiful girl my eyes have ever had the privilege of seeing -
Youve made it very clear -
And if you mean to suggest that after counting the very seconds until we next meet I could stand idly by and let
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: YunUMvC3 Fan Moveset: Yun2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Origin: Street Fighter series
First Appearance: Street Fighter III New Generation (1997)
Voiced by: Todd Haberkorn (EN) Kentaro Ito (JP)
Theme song: A remix of Yun's theme from Super Street Fighter IV: Arcade Edition
Alternate costume: Yun's Alternate costume from Super Street Fighter IV: Arcade Edition
Stage: Downtown China -Midnight Thunderstorm- (Shared with Yang)
Standing light punch, Crouching light punch, Jumping light punch
Standing middle punch, Crouching middle punch, Jumping middle punch
Standing fierce punch, Crouching fierce punch, Jumping fierce punch
Hiza Geri: P + K
Monkey Flip: L or R + P + K
Gekihou Sui: M + K
Gekitei Futai: (R +) L + K
Ento Shugeki: L + P + K
Raigeki Shuu: AIR DR + K
Senpuu Kyaku: R + M
Dakai: R + H
Zesshou Hohou: QCF + P
Kobokushi: QCB + P
Fake Kobokushi: QCB + PP
Tetsuzan Kou: DP + P
Nishou Kyaku: DP + K
Zenpou Tenshin: close, HCB + K
Gen'ei Jin: QCF x2 + P
You Hou: QCF x2 + PP
(Lv. 3)Sourai Rengeki: QCF x2
I Was Once Told My Heart BeatsI was once told my heart beatsI Was Once Told My Heart Beats11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But how can I be sure
When my soul feels so empty
No sound so pure
As the reverberation of life
Beating in my core
So should i believe them
I'm sure they've lied before,
They said you only die once
But I first died when I was four
When daddy snuck into my room
And treated me like a whore,
And they said crying helps
That it sets the pain free
And though i cried every night
The tears never helped me,
They even said wounds heal with age
And though I got older,
Every single day
My wounds only grew deeper,
But I still continued to believe them
Even as they lied to me again
Telling me I'd find someone
Who'd save me from my pain
Someone who'd love me
For who I am
Not what I am
And past what's happened to me
Though I've searched and hoped
Believing what I was told
I was never enough for anyone
And my heart grew cold.
I was once even told
My heart beats
But that seems too lovely to believe.
Goodbye.Goodbye.1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I got nothing left for me.
I might as well die
In me own
Shoot me like a dog
Leave me to rot
And I'll fall apart
While you take a jog
Forgetting I ever was alive
Remembering your job
Remembering your wife
How did you ever survive?
Watch me float away
Into a brighter day
With smiles and love
Up there; up above.
Love is a curse with you.
I can't believe I dreamed it too.
You're charmingly evil
You're methods are medieval
But I wanted you
I needed you
I loved you...
I must say
My time is up
And I can't fight the clock.
Goodbye, old friend
And next time I see you
We won't talk
For you'll be in your grave
And I'll be in my own.
Your wife will cry.
I'll wonder why.
You'll look at me
And I'll look away.
We'll forget our names
And find some other game
my old friend.
It's time for my life
my first kiss.
my first lips.
hopes and dreams.
My Name Is AndrewI like Pepsi more than Coke.My Name Is Andrew3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love animals;
Cats are my favorite.
My name is not Retard.
I'm good with computers.
I like video games.
I'm a laid back guy.
My name is not Retard.
Yes, I'm dyslexic.
I'm in special ed
For my reading and writing.
But my name is still not Retard.
I like Pepsi more than Coke.
I love animals;
Cats are my favorite.
And my name is Andrew.
The BIT Sisters BIOThe BIT Sisters BIO2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Las Hermanas BIT
16-BIT y su hermana menor 8-BIT, nacieron en Fillydelphia. Sus padres fueron Circuit Board y Terabyte, y fueron quienes ayudaron a crear el sistema "electro-mágico", donde la magia de unicornio puede ser transformada en energía eléctrica.
Poco después del nacimiento de la menor de las hermanas, Circuit Board y Terabyte tuvieron que salir en un viaje de negocios, por lo que dejaron a ambas hermanas en una guardería especializada. Antes de partir, 16-BIT prometió a sus padres que cuidaría de su hermanita.
3 días después, llegó la desafortunada noticia: Los padres de las hermanas BIT murieron en un accidente laboral.
Sin ningún otro familiar cercano que pudiera tomar responsabilidad de ellas, las hermanas pasaron a vivir en un orfanato. Cuando 16-BIT alcanzó la edad legal, decidió ella tomar la tutoría legal de 8-BIT, y junto con el dinero que sus padres dejaron, empezaron una nueva vida.
Gravity of Devils [three] Jack FrostandPitch BlackGravity of Devils [three] Jack FrostandPitch Black1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gravity of Devils [three]
Jack leaves Pitch for many months after that night, living alone in the cold Arctic where the snow falls endlessly and the glaciers reflects what little sunlight there is like mirrors planted deep within the crust of the Earth. He doesn’t mind not seeing children on a daily basis—in fact, right now he prefers it that way—but when he’s back in his element, he feels a little more at home. At least it’s not the desert, Jack thinks spiritedly.
It was on this day that Jack let his thoughts wonder to perhaps the darkest parts of his mind—back to the night he left the Boogeyman on a cold, stormy mountain. The gravity of Pitch was intoxicating, and Jack couldn’t get enough of the elder spirit even if he tried. Jack didn’t know if it was love or lust that had kept Pitch tied to the his side for so long, but he hoped that it was the former—or at least, he knew it was the latter, he just hop