The Arms Of RomeI met Ed when I joined the Marines for the first time. Her name is Jessica Edwin, but in the Marines she was Corporal Edwin, or Ed. It stuck. She was tough and pretty, smart, driven, and two years older than me. I was nineteen and foolish. Somehow it worked.The Arms Of Rome5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We got married when we found out she was pregnant. My parents were very nasty about it. They felt I'd somehow taken advantage of her. Good as raped her. Her parents were wonderful. They hosted the wedding, Ed and I wore our dress blues, and took an oath that meant even more than the one we swore to our nation.
Tiger was born just a few months after that. Ed's four year contract was finished, so she found us a little house near the base. She found a job, and she raised Tiger, almost by herself, while I ran PT, stood firewatch, crawled the obstacle courses, fired my rifle, shipped out on West Pac, and ca
IntermezzoI must try to let goIntermezzo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all interpretation meant to lead me
to the answers of my homecoming,
to discover there is only one answer,
having no original question
casting off the apparatus
of these collective thoughts,
the intermezzo of my life-
I rail between ophidian impulse
and hominal dilemma,
the octave of my corporeity-
between diligence and sloth,
as decisions turn to obsidian-
or to be met at the juncture
in a state of vacuous grace,
MoustacheHer villain’s moustache had finally arrived in the post.Moustache6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Geneviève slapped it on and admired it in the mirror. It was long, divided in two, and pointing stiffly off to the sides with a curl at each end. Oh, yes—it was perfect. Goodbye to queue-jumping and not taking your library books back: it was time to move up to the next rung of being evil. Geneviève did a little dance of glee and twirled the moustache. And then much to her surprise it twirled her.
“Gosh,” she laughed, as she came to a halt. “I can see you’re going to be a handful.”
She examined her reflection once again. The moustache was dark—as dark as the deepest chasm, as black as the deepest despair. She nodded.
“I probably should do something about my hair.”
“Splendid moustache, madam,” said Mabel the hairdresser at Curl Up and Dye.
“Thank you,” said Geneviève. The moustache twitched slightly and the
Yoshi Cookie RecipesYoshi Cookie Recipes9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In addition to the following ingredients, you'll need a baking sheet and some aluminium foil.
Butter - 50 grams
Sugar - 50 grams
1/2 an egg, beaten
A dash of vanilla essence
Cake Flour - 130 grams
Baking Powder - 1/2 Teaspoon
Take the butter from the fridge and allow it to reach room temperature.
Flatten the butter in a bowl as best you can, then whisk it until fluffy.
Add half of the sugar and beat it into the butter, then add the other half and beat until creamy.
Add the egg a little bit at a time, mixing well.
Add the dash of vanilla essence.
Sift the flour into a bowl, then add it to the other ingredients.
Use a wooden spoon to mix everything together, and shape it into a dough.
Wrap the dough in clingfilm/plastic wrap, and put it in the refrigerator for 30 minutes.
Use a rolling pin to flatten the dough to about 5mm thickness.
Use a cookie cutter to cut out heart-shaped pieces, and put them on a sheet of aluminium foil on a baking tray.
Female Roman NamesAFemale Roman Names6 years ago in Settings More Like This
Agrippina Wild horse, Born feet first
Amaranta Flower that never fades
Amelia Industrious, Admiring
America Land o
Get to Know FaelidhGet to Know Faelidh7 months ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
An example of a treetop woven nest community.
Faelidh (pronounced: 'fay-lee')
Faelidh are teeny little creatures that are responsible for the upkeep and care of the world! There are two breeds-Artisans and Travelers. Artisans, the non winged ones, are responsible for creating anything the world may need, whether its dyes for changing leaves, a new winter fur coat for animals, crafting the morning dew, or creating snowflakes-they do it all! Travelers, the winged ones, are responsible for bringing the work that the Artisans have done and putting it into the world. A group of Faelidh is called a 'caravan'. Each caravan contains anywhere from 20-50 members, although outliers in either direction have been known to happen.At the top of a caravan reigns a Queen-much like a beehive! She is responsible for ensuring that the work goes smoothly within the community and no problems arise.Faelidh commonly range in size fr
Hawaiian namesAHawaiian names6 years ago in Settings More Like This
Aka' Aka Laugh
Akamu Red earth
Akoni Worthy of praise
Alii-loa High Chief
I Have The Letters.I Have The Letters.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have the letters, I just can't find the words.
According to the Oxford dictionary there are 171,476 words in the English language currently in use. You'd think out of 171,476 words, thousands of songs and endless quotes, and whatever else it is that people use nowadays to get the point across; I could find the means to put a simple sentence together.
I hate those days.
The days when the words have no flow. There is no rhythm, no rhyme. Just an endless thought process, jumbled and unable to make any sense of things. I don't understand. Words have always been easy. I've never been at a loss of what to say. And when I can't create my own, there are song lyrics. Chances are your feelings are not unique. Everyone has felt like you at one point or another. There is someone out there who can relate. You just don't know this yet. Or maybe you do. But as soon as I start thinking about this I am at a loss.
The letters are there. I just can't find the words I need. The words I need to make you
My Chubby Pig: Part IIMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part II4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The ride back from the traders home was long, and very quiet. Pig, the slave that Leor had purchased, sat quietly as a mouse in the corner of the carriage while Leor kept trying to glance out the window. Each time Ethan would lightly remind him that it was dangerous to do so, and the prince would huff and lean back into his seat. Pig kept peeking up from behind his messy black hair, trying so hard to be a good boy and keep his head down, but it was hard. Leor was so different from the people he knew. He was a prince, and even the air around him seemed royal. This only made Pig feel even more unworthy to have him as a master. His arms tightened around his stomach and he bit his lip.
His tutor had taught him different from the rest. Most slaves were told to clasp their arms behind their backs, but not Pig. Pig had to try to push his stomach in, hide it from potential buyers. It had never worked. Every time they put him on the sale stockade, people would point an
ShatteredCato didn't mind it at all when he fell to the ground, and the mutts began to tear him apart. To him, he was already dead. He didn't really deserve to win these games. He could have saved her. He could have saved his Clove.Shattered3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He felt numb as the mutts ripped into him, snarling and growling. He remembered Clove turning around and flashing him a snarky smile as she hit the centre of the target again. Remembered her sitting on top of him, pinning him down to the ground with a knife to his throat, smiling because she had won that time. Her lips, soft under his own.
Remembered blood splashing onto her face as she killed a helpless tribute, then flashing him a grim smile. Her telling him secretly under the stars that killing didn't make her feel exactly human anymore. Their argument over who would go in to kill Twelve and retrieve their packs. Her desperate screech for help, and watching her die, her hand clutched in his. Her lifeless hazel eyes cold and empty.
As the arrow that finally promis
Kichiku Party Chapter 1Kichiku Party Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's a charm that means we'll always be friends!"
A small paper doll was held up into the air for the room to see. A small irritated sigh came from the side of the room and the doll's holder turned to the source, frowning.
"Midou kun, if you're going to be like that I won't let you join in!" Protested the young boy, holding the doll further from him.
"I don't want to be part of your childish games, Igarashi" came the sharp reply as the violet haired boy looked back into the book he was reading.
"Hey you two, stop fighting, we're all friends. Midou, don't be a stick in the mud, come on it's the last day, we should have fun!" Came a louder voice, booming from a tall, muscular boy playing with a volleyball in the corner, bouncing it off the wall for fun.
It was graduation day for the room of teens. It had been a wonderful day, the sky was blue and the sun was out and even late in the evening it was still quite warm out, although it had started to drizzle a bit.
The teens had spent the da
Cato's ReapingThere must be some mistake. Perhaps I heard wrong. But she's stepping delicately through the crowd, head high with pride, eyes dark and beautiful, a noble in every way. She is in every way perfect. And I've never told her. Here and now, I watch her, realizing this may well be the final time we see each other.Cato's Reaping3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By the time that the Capitol woman is dipping her finger tips into the bowl for the second name, I've made up my mind. This can't be the last time I see her face nor can I imagine that she won't return home. I have to be the one that doesn't come back. "Are there any volunteers?"
As others have done in past, for glory, for friends, for family, I do for that ache in my chest. Stepping out of the pristine line, I straighten to my full height. "I volunteer as Tribute." Her eyes meet mine, fiery with determination. Yet, deeper, I see a flicker of something else. My heart skips a beat. Worry that I might get killed? Concern for me? Understanding?
Saying goodbyes is short and it seems t
(OBSOLETE) CHARACTER ANALYSIS OF: LOKI LAUFEYSONWARNING: AS OF NOVEMBER 8TH 2013, THIS ANALYSIS IS OBSOLETE. DO NOT USE IT! IT IS EXTREMELY INACCURATE!(OBSOLETE) CHARACTER ANALYSIS OF: LOKI LAUFEYSON3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
PLEASE WAIT PATIENTLY. A NEW, UPDATED ANALYSIS WILL BE MADE SOON.
THIS ANALYSIS IS INACCURATE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
I've seen a lot of you writing stories and drawing pictures about Loki, and are unsure if your version of Loki is accurate to the movie's portrayal of him. So to help you guys out, I'm going to give you a brief outline of his character using my own character analysis method, starting from his most obvious attributes to those that can be associated with someone like him.
Here's how it goes:
I present something that Loki does quite often (such as looking down on others). Then I present the reason that he does this (he's always been looked down to). Lastly, I give the solution HE used to solve this (to see himself as above, if not equal, to others).
Get the idea? Alright. Let's start with the obvious ones.
CHARACTER ANALYSIS FOR: LOKI LA
Who Is The Coolest Vampire?BTW, if you can't understand the wawy I've attempted to write their accents, don't worry, there is a proper english one at the bottom.Who Is The Coolest Vampire?5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Who is the coolest vampire: Starring!
Dracula from Dracula, and Count Orlock from Nosferatu,as your hosts!
Dracula: VELCOME VELCOME VELCOME! Eet is great to eat you here today. You bite get a little scared bat no vorries, ve promise ve von't drink your blood VUAHAHAHAHA.
Count Orlock: Shoo choose vich vampire shall take home zee golden tooth. Our guests today include zee characters vom Tvilight , zee Houze Ov Night, Zee Vampire Diaries, Tvue Blood and many more.
Dracula: Now, our vorst guest eez Edvard vom Tvilight.
Count Orlock: Vy, our necks guest eez no stranger to zee night. Zoey Redbird, from zee Houze Of Night! Give 'er a round of ash-plause.
Dracula: I can no vonger be bovered vith theese introductions. Ve also have:
Damon and Stevan vom zee Vampire Diaries,
Bill vom Tvue Blood,
Angel vom the televizion zeries Angel,
My brother, Count Von Count v
Phoenician NamesAbdastartus Champion of AstartPhoenician Names5 years ago in Settings More Like This
Abibaal My Father is Baal
Adonia My Lord is Baal
Adonibaal Baal is my Lord
Ahinadab My brother is noble
My Chubby Pig: Part IMy Chubby PigMy Chubby Pig: Part I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Leor had always been obsessed with cute things. Cute animals were his favorite, and he collected the like coins. Leor was a prince, the 6th in the line to the heir, and so money was not an issue. By the time Leor was twelve, he had a harem of animals. However, all of his pets seemed to have one thing in common: within a year of being purchased, their weight nearly doubled. The servants who worked at the castle were mystified at the sixty pound cats and nearly a hundred pound dogs, and they couldn't even guess the weight of Leor's pony. The prince, however, saw no problem with this.
"Doesn't it just make them cuter?!" He would ask excitedly as he used both arms and most of his strength to pick up one of his cats.
It was obvious that Leor actually thought this, and kept all of his animals fed to the point of bursting. The animals received so much attention from Leor and the servants, they were probably the most spoiled beasts in the kingdom. Each one was simple a w
The Song of Lemongrab'Twas a couple years agoThe Song of Lemongrab4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
In a secret dungeon lair-
Tried to make an heir.
First she made his body,
As yellow as the sun,
Then she made his nose-
She'd only just begun.
Bonny tool a vile,
And poured it on his face-
Soon his eyes blinked open,
To see the girl disgraced.
In terror, he shot up,
And screamed the loudest scream.
He flapped his arms around-
The world his fever dream.
The princess gasped in fright-
It hadn't taken long.
Her man-child was so terrified,
Her creation gone so wrong.
And he couldn't even talk-
Only cry out in despair.
The princess flinched and shivered
Down to every last hair.
Instead of helping him,
She left him there to cry-
Mere minutes old, and so confused,
He thought for sure he'd die.
Bubblegum came back
To show her heir the world,
But he was so confused,
His poor mind just unfurled.
The two had fought intensely-
This man despised the girl.
But she knew he despised everything-
And insults she did hurl.
But she wasn't spotless, either-
Valentine Kisses(Romance and chocolate in rhyming Haiku-style verses)Valentine Kisses3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Kisses are quite sweet
delivered by a lover
who knows what you think.
Yet sweeter Kisses
which will plumpen your belly
come from Hershey's Inc.
Love your chocolate
and all that it delivers.
Self-righteous, be not.
Those bodies rounded
with Valentine's chocolate,
are chubby and hot.
With lover's kisses,
feast in lustful gluttony,
your desires indulge.
And from Hershey's
twenty-five calories each,
eat Kisses and bulge.
So, into the trash,
the flowers, the greeting cards,
cherubs, you may dump.
But devour Kisses
and all chocolates. Indeed,
grow pleasingly plump.
Home and DryEveryone occasionally lost socks in the wash but Jane was experiencing a fifty percent casualty rate.Home and Dry9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I don’t understand it,” she muttered to herself, as she pulled the latest load out of the tumble dryer.
Fourteen socks had gone in but only seven had come out. She lined the survivors up: “And it’s always only one from each pair.”
So, she bought herself some sock clips. “You won’t be able to split up now!” she told her new batch. And they didn’t. When Jane opened the tumble dryer at the end of the cycle there were no socks left at all.
Jane screamed in frustration. “What the hell is going on?!”
“That’s exactly it—hell,” came the reply.
Jane turned but all she saw was her sensible cardigan, airing on the clothes rack.
“Who’s there..?” she asked cautiously.
“It’s me—the Sensible Cardigan,” said the Sensible Cardigan. “And the problem is that you
The No No No No No No ListThe No No No No No No No No No! List of Myst "do's" and "do nots"The No No No No No No List5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. Red or Blue pages are not suitable substitutes for toilet paper.
2. Neither are Journals.
3. It is not nice to replace the red pages in the red prison book, and then rip them out while laughing maniacally.
4. Matches that are found in a safe are only to be used for starting the boiler.
5. Graffiti will not be tolerated.
6. Linking books are not Frisbees.
7. Linking books are not to be read.
8. Linking books will not try to stab you.
9. In the event that a prison book talks to you, please ignore its advice.
10. I shall not eat the berries found in Edanna.
11. Nor will I make juice, powder, pie, or any other consumable product from said berries.
12. I will not offer said berries to any other stranger.
13. If I have given said berries to said other stranger I will not find their "state of mind" funny.
14. Saveedro does not worship Squees.
15. Squees are best left in their natural habitat, and should not be taken h