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Jack and Jill RevisitedJack and Jill RevisitedJack and Jill Revisited4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
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Jack and Jill went up the hill,
the little queen and king.
They did not mean to take a spill
and ended losing everything.
~
For words they spoke
and deeds they've done
the mob has taken everyone.
~
So Jack fell down and broke his crown --
the tyrant's rolling head.
And that's not all, Jill too, will fall
for every secret said.
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Revised Battenburg RecipeRevised Battenburg Recipe7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Battenburg Cookies
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In addition to the following ingredients, you'll need a baking sheet and some aluminium foil.
Butter - 50 grams
Sugar - 50 grams
½ an egg, beaten (Substitution: 1 tablespoon cornstarch)
A dash of vanilla essence (One milliliter should be sufficient.)
Cake Flour - 100 grams
Baking Powder - 1/3 Teaspoon (Optional; see recipe)
Cocoa Powder - 2 Teaspoons
Take the butter from the fridge and allow it to reach room temperature. Don't let it melt, just let it become soft enough to cream.
Flatten the butter in a bowl as best you can, then whisk it until fluffy. Don't use a whisk that's too large
PansexualPrejudicePansexual1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hate
So wrong
What gives you the right
To decide who I love?
What gives you the right
To detest me for my differences?
What tells you that it's okay
You tell me I'll never be loved
Because I love people
For who the are
Not what they are
It doesn't matter to me
So why should it matter to you?
Fear Not thy SemicolonGrammar is a force to be reckoned with, armed with such mighty weapons as: , : ; ' " . and ?. In short: quite an impressive arsenal. Unfortunately, one mighty piece of punctuation has been sadly both abused and underused over the years. I am here writing this to attempt to rectify that!Fear Not thy Semicolon2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Here, let me show you…
"As a child I used to jump off the roof of my house, it was all part of a fiendishly clever scheme to force my body to evolve wings and fly free around the world."
This sentence is incorrect. The comma alone isn't strong enough to hold a sentence together; I guess it hasn't spent enough time at the gym. A comma is only a breath o
The Victims of BlissThe Victims of Bliss1 week ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Victims of Bliss
Chapter 1: The Medical Dungeon
The air was thick with the sterile and antiseptic bouquet common to any laboratory. I could just distinguish the top down odors layered one upon the next, all used to cover up the foundation scents of urine, sweat and death; traits common to environments where the most ingenious of all animals on this planet perform experiments on its' distant cousins.
Startling us, with a jump every few moments, were the sounds of the rhesus monkeys, rabbits, birds and other animals caged and stationed all throughout this wing of the research facility. Walking down the old dark halls gave me the creeps a
Riddle MeI come from nothing and I ask for something.Riddle Me2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No one has ever seen me,
Yet no one does not know me.
I am lighter than a grain of sand,
Yet men have collapsed under my weight.
I have ended more lives than any war,
Yet I never fail to warn my victims.
I ask for only one thing.
What am I?
The Llama Trade HaikuYou are super cool,The Llama Trade Haiku1 month ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
So just now I llama'd you.
Please give me llamas.
Frustration"Okay, class, write down the color and texture of the four objects, then find the density of the objects. And please, don't scrape the wax off of the wax block."Frustration2 months ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
This would have been an acceptable assignment in 3rd grade. Or 4th. Or 5th. Heck, 6th was pushing it, but if we were using interesting objects, it'd be fine with me and at least it'd be curriculum-related and we'd be learning something.
But this was 8th grade. 8th grade, in a high-capability class, the year with a huge standardized science test at the end of it and we were finding the texture of acrylic and candle wax, or something.
Idiots.
Because this was new stuff and we needed to spend a week figuring this out. Uh-huh. Oh no, I don't know how to find the texture of this object! Oh dear, I can't see the colors of this and I'm not colorblind!
Just, no. No.
And the worst thing about it was that the teacher gave us things that we didn't even know the names of but were obviously commonplace and not really academic a
UnbreakableTheme number 5: unbreakable.Unbreakable2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Unbreakable, huh.
I used to think I was that. All high and mighty, you know. Back when I was unbreakable, I thought that I could go through life as I would a superhero, soaring through its difficulties and smashing through its obstacles.
I thought that I could save myself and anyone else, even at gunpoint, in my little fantasies where I was the hero.
Not really. Not anymore.
Not after I've been crushed by paranoia, strangled by fear, and if you needed a physical thing, then almost killed by a seat belt.
No, really. A seat belt. Well, a seat belt smashing into my liver at more than 50 miles an hour, but a seat belt nonetheless.
I'm pretty breakable now.
-
Reaching for an eraser, I sighed to myself as I reread the words I had just written. Was I in a writing funk or what? Themes that don't make sense, themes that are seriously depressing- like, really?
I'd better step it up some.
Taking the paper and crumpling it, I started on a new sheet.
Hopefully I wouldn'
Black and white"Hey, hey, Kiraaaaaa!"Black and white2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The feminine voice stood out against the normal chatter of the room, causing me to lift my head up from my reading. A blonde, ponytailed girl in a plaid skirt and white blazer ran up to the my seat in the brightly-lit room.
Motivational posters were littered across the creamy colored walls, still as stone, contrary to the girl whose dark brown school bag swayed with each step she took. We didn't even need to wear fancy uniforms like hers, but this particular student loved wearing them.
Actually, she was pretty much the only one who even liked them.
"...yes?" I asked the charging girl, raising an eyebrow and motioning with my right hand to sign
Part 1: Smite I am Viridian Ginkgo. Viridian is a quiet shade of green that you don’t notice when it’s by itself, but stands out rather brilliantly if you dump it with other colors. It has great contrast with the wild tumult of bright or dark shades that I hang with. Except Turquoise. Viridian and Turquoise do not stand out against each other.Part 1: Smite2 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
A ginkgo is a funny tree with leaves shaped like mini fans. I love how its leaves are so bright and green in the summer, like limes. My favorite color. Of course, ginkgos are ancient things. I am not old, even if I use words that no one else does, and my grammar is old-fashioned. I am the third
appealsThe girl is a beauty, a goddess divineappeals3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Were I only to hold her as mine
I might hand her the world on a platinum platter
Be that as it may, I fear it won't matter
For falling in love with a love who won't have you
Does little but tear you apart
Every night, toss and turn
Dream of romances spurned
Dream of holes in a papercraft heart
I fear in the human race, I've fell behind
For despite all my hopes to one day change her mind
There are thousands of others to love her for life
Who am I, made of parchment, to call her my wife?
I have never found meaning in anyone before,
My darling my cherie d'amour
Of a papercraft heart that knows nothing of lo
Prisoner of WarI never quite figured it out.Prisoner of War3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of course, that might be because I had, well,
No knowledge on the subject,
But that doesn't change the fact.
I'm terribly sorry for any misunderstandings,
Or stereotyping I may have,
Because as I just said,
I am not literate in the language of war.
-
Every day, people fight.
Perhaps it's a trivial matter,
Such as who gets the TV remote,
But sometimes- And I hate this one-
It's about who shoots first.
Or about who gets killed last.
Worst of all: who can kill more innocent people for a silly cause.
Isn't that what war is about?
-
They say to fight for our country,
At least in America.
They tell us to bear our name with pride,
Uphold justice within the states,
And serve a patriotic cause.
To not conform to a bad cause,
Such as fighting for another country,
Or giving any kind of mercy to the particularly nasty ones.
Because our country is all that we live for,
And it deserves more respect than us.
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They say that, but they know that not all of us are pure
We're going that way.It was hard.We're going that way.2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hard to see in this place. Hard to breathe in it, too. Each day, it seemed as if the void would grow ever stronger, each day it seemed as if the memories of the world colored in light were just a dream. I try to remember the days I spent in that world, a world far beyond my reach. I can't even imagine it- all the memories seem to have faded.
It could barely be called an existence, we were both so hopeless, and we both were trapped. It was difficult knowing that we would be trapped in the darkness as long as they wanted us in it, but we survived. Barely. It was hard trying to survive day by day in this state, let alone really live. It wasn't a joyful place for any of us. We'd long forgotten how to function, how to be human- some had already forgotten what the word meant.
Life had lost its purpose, yet there was no way to die. Not in this mirrored realm, this place where you could hold your breath forever, yet not suffocate; scream y
RivalryNo matter how much you try to love everyone, there's always that one person you hate. Or multiple people. Or more than multiple people.Rivalry3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I frowned, and continued writing in the journal.
Sure, you really try to connect with them, but after a while, you kinda just give up. Then you start hating them for the stupidest reasons, judge them unfairly, everything you can do without simply murdering them on the spot. So I guess that it's the reason why people aren't gonna agree with each other for quite some time- we just can't help but hate each other sometimes.
I groaned and leaned back in my chair, dropping the pen down on my desk. It was bad enough that I had to write during the weekend- I had to write about rivalry, of all things.
Okay, actually, I imposed that on myself, but I really didn't want to get into the specifics. I mean, no use telling myself that I promised I'd at least try to do all the themes, right?
Anyways.
Rivalry was a kind of strange theme to
StagefrightNo.Stagefright2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
No. No.
Please, no.
This couldn't be happening,
Please, no.
They couldn't make me.
I couldn't.
They didn't understand.
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I was never the performing type.
Well, perhaps a bit when I was younger, but I didn't know anything back then.
Nowadays, I prefer sitting in the shadows, watching other people shine.
Honestly.
Looking from the shadows is fine with me.
It may hurt to be alone, with nobody to lean on, because the panic attacks that come more frequently now, that wreck my mind and create delusions that send me silently screaming for help and clawing at my head are forced shut in my head, because there's nobody whom I can trust enough to talk to.
Yes, it does hurt.
But having to preform, to even simply be in a person's presence scares me even more.
Because I always get a feeling that I must meet their needs.
I must please them, in some way or another.
But I don't know how.
And as you can imagine, it's very nerve-wracking.
To have a problem and not know how to fix it.
-
Performing in
Zelda Logic (or lack of)Oh, you didn't. You did not just-Zelda Logic (or lack of)4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You wouldn't dare. You can't just-
I mean seriously. How stupid would you have to be to-
Don't do that, Link, it's not-
Hey, don't ignore me! I'm-
Hey, without me you'd be dead-
Listen, you numbskull! I don't approve-
Stupid! Stop-
Argh, won't you ever pay attention to-
Hey, listen-
This is how you beat-
ARRGH! What is wrong with-
You know, you wouldn't have died if-
Okay, now you're just being an insufferable pri-
Oh, don't you ignore me like-
You think I can't call-
You know what, I'm getting-
Nintendo's not gonna be real happy about this-
Oh shut up I know I'm breaking the fourth-
Talking about walls, break-
No, not this one, the other-
I'M TRYING TO HELP YOU HERE! DON'T IG-
I so hate-
Stop ignoring-
You-
Hey-
Listen-
Link rolled his eyes and stuck the fairy back in his bottle. Navi could be so annoying sometimes!
The Sentinel: A Poem The Sentinel: A PoemThe Sentinel: A Poem5 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
All the night shall be your keep.
All those sleepers in their sleep
Will look to you and heed your call.
A moment where silence rules and dreams come true.
And then you shall see the nighttime's worth.
Transcend the dying and the birth.
See for yourself the beauty there.
The perfect frailness that is life.
Observe those lovely maidens of virtue!
Oh, behold the lads of brave stature that are true!
See the empires fall with broken spires.
And Father Time reclaim his own.
So watch the humans as they slumber.
And for once they might seem humble.
Listen to the silent plea of hope as the night wanes on
And see
Strong: A Work of ProseStrong: A Work of ProseStrong: A Work of Prose7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
What is this feeling of entitlement?
Why do humans see the need to stand above their peers?
Why not stand with them? Are we not equal? Does God not love us all?
Are humans really so blind, as to think that the earth rotates around them? That they are the only ones that matter?
I am sick of this everlasting fight for I know I shall never win!
And yet. . . Still I try. Still I fight for change. I still continue to rise up when I fall.
Why is that?
Is it human-nature or my own personal struggle to keep my sanity?
Whatever the answer, I will continue to rise, and continue to believe.
For I am strong and will alwa
Contest anyone? For all of yoContest anyone?Contest anyone? For all of yo7 months ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
For all of you that were interested in the Black Cat Clinging Earrings, read on!
My birthday is coming up in less than a month. I'm thinking of hosting a contest with the prize being a free pair of my popular Black Cat Clinging earrings. Something special for the fans as well as myself, ya know?
Read the details on the contest here: http://kittyazura.deviantart.com/journal/Contest-anyone-334499848
Deadline for submissions will be on my b-day, Nov. 19 11:59pm!
Moves like Swagger: Pokeparody![Verse 1]Moves like Swagger: Pokeparody!8 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You ice beam your foe, but it won't die
Because it endured, it can still fight
When you make it faint, the next Retaliates
This isn't okay
You use Double Team, this won't help me
I can't hit you WHY?! 'Cause you used Fly
My move was Fissure, But Protect was yours
And I have a burn
This is so unfair
[Chorus]
My poor Pokemon are asleep now
You raise their attack but confuse them
All the moves like Swagger
I hate the moves like Swagger
I hate the moves like Swagger
I have legendaries to beat you
But they stand no chance if they're Confused
All the moves like Swagger
I hate the moves like Swagger
I hate the moves like Swagger
[Verse 2]
I hate it when, you make me flinch
You Critical Hit, but, my attack missed
Was gonna Earthquake, but you switched to Moltres
That move was a waste
You have 1 health left, but you Countered
So I got KO'ed, then got frozen
I use Antidotes, but the stupid game told,
Houndoor used Embar...go-o-o
So I clench my fist
[Chorus]
[Bridge
FallLeaves, blowing in the windFall8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I find myself at the top of the world. Above the dark, foggy forest from whence I came. Looking back, I shudder as memories of that wretched place come back in a rush.
The first signs of winter, chills starting to appear.
I turn my head away from the dismal forest, staring into the velvet sky. The sky seems too unreal, too vivid for the real world.
Stars twinkling, on a magic dark carpet.
I imagine myself, flying in that sky. Cold biting my skin, but the wind otherwise giving me a sense of freedom, exhilarating freedom. I dream of flying, as I did when I was still a small child.
Leaving behind the past, but still facing September.
But enough of the past. I glance down, down into the deep abyss of black a few inches beneath my feet. The abyss swirls and glows with an eerie, terrifying dark light, infused with magic symbols.
Leaving the realities of the world to daydreams.
Expectation to the Fullest: Prose Expectation: ProseExpectation to the Fullest: Prose8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Anger and Anticipation all in one.
Fear so acute you can almost smell it . . .
I force myself to breathe in and out . . . in and out. . .
Focus on my pulse and recognize my heart beats.
One. . . Two . . . Three. . . One . . . Two . . . Three . . .
In and Out, I breathe.
Don't give into the fear.
Focus . . . Focus . . . FOCUS!
Focus at the light at the end of the tunnel.
Think of the freedom you will gain everyday at 3:00
. . . .
Enter here; enter purgatory.
One, two, three beats my heart.
I count the beats once more. Slow and Steady wins the race.
Nothing to lose, nothing to fear.
Your Guardian Angel i
ObsessionTheme no. 6- obsession.Obsession2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Obsession.
It's a nice word, I guess.
Beautiful for prompt-writing material, that's for sure.
Because, really, who doesn't have obsessions?
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There are those kinds of things in the world that you absolutely detest.
The ones you hate.
The ones you seriously couldn't care less about,
The ones you never think about.
The ones you like a little.
The ones you like a lot.
The ones you love,
The ones you absolutely adore.
Then, there are the ones, that, well.
There are the ones that slowly make its way into your head, taking over everything. The ones you start thinking about day and night, in your dreams, everywhere. The ones you can't help but get yourself drawn into, forgetting about things that you shouldn't be forgetting, instead focusing on that one thing that you absolutely, definitely must need. The ones where if you're reminded at all about that object, even if you only glance at it, you're sent into a state where all that matters is that one thing and you'll do
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