Phone-Call #1: February 18th, 1961"He—Hello?"
"Is this Miss Halliburton?"
"Who on earth is calling me at this time of night?"
"Take a guess."
"I—what? Who is this?"
"Wow, you don't even recognize my voice. I'm offended."
"Is this some sort of prank call?"
"After all we went through."
"If you don't tell me who you are and why you're calling, I'm hanging up right now. It is too damn early for this."
"Then I'll just call again. Well, actually, don't hang up, I've only got fifty cents left."
"For God's sake, who the is this?"
"I already told you to guess, Ilex—I thought you were clever."
"Took you long enough."
"Simon, it is two in the morning. What is wrong with you?"
"Well, I've got six pounds of shit building up in my airways, I can't breathe without an oxygen tank and I'm an asshole."
"I already knew that. Now why are you calling me in the middle of the night—and did I hear you say you're at a payphone?"
"Yes, there's one on the bottom floor of the hospital."
"What are you doi
BOOK THIEF CASTASDJFGDKOSAJGHKLFSD;BOOK THIEF CAST2 years ago in Personal More Like This
LOOK AT RUDY
LOOK AT HIM
AND LOOK AT LIESEL
LOOK AT HER
AND FUCKING PERFECT GEOFREY RUSH IS FYUHCKING HANS
MY WHOLE LIFE HAS BEEN LEADING TO THIS MOMENT
PLEASE MAKE THIS MOVIE BEAUTIFUL
THIS IS MY FAVOURITE BOOK EVER WRITTEN
the good don't stayI blinked, shifted and cringed. My body was sore, my mind was cloudy and everything throbbed, especially my feet. I blinked a few more times. Goodness, my eyelids were heavy and my wrists itched—how scratchy the blanket upon my chest was! I took in a deep breath and tried to get past the blurriness.the good don't stay2 years ago in Personal More Like This
"It looks like we have a survivor. How are you feeling?"
Turning my head, I saw a white coat, and as my eyes drifted up, there was a stethoscope, assorted pens stuffed inside a pocket, a clean-shaven chin and grey eyes. I opened my mouth, but closed it again, because my tongue was dry and I really didn't feel like talking to anyone. Honestly, I was awful at dying. Everything was trying to do me in, even myself, but I just wouldn't.
And then shame filled me when what I had done truly sunk in:
I could have died.
I wiggled my fingers—I was alive.
"How am I feeling?" I rasped as my old temper was aroused by the absurdity of the doctor's question. "I feel fine. Absolutely goddamn dandy. N
Why Authors Kill Off CharactersI can actually answer this question, at least for myself. Coming from the perspective of a hopefully-soon-tobe-published author, I think killing off main characters is a sign of maturity as a writer. When authors coddle their characters and give them whatever they want, the end result is often spoiled, hard-to-relate-to characters who get happy endings handed to them on a silver platter. Take Twilight, for example. In all four 400-600 page novels, not one pivotal "good" character dies. And what are we left with? Little character development, no themes or lessons to be learned, and the acute feeling that the books were more like fairytales with all the characters skipping off into the sunset hand-in-hand. Admit it: you remember a book that made you cry more than a book that made you smile. Every classic novel that has withstood the test of time features some sort of death, agony, suffering or all of the above. Suffering builds character. And sometimes, killing a character is necessary fWhy Authors Kill Off Characters3 years ago in Personal More Like This
Possible new story!Since I'm having major writers block for TMITD but too much creative energy, I've channeled it into another project, at least temporarily.Possible new story!2 years ago in Personal More Like This
It's 1961, and to support herself and prepare for nursing school the subsequent fall, eighteen-year-old Holly Halliburton becomes a member of a very peculiar agency. They are called "The League of Bedside Sympathizers", or at least that is their official title, though nobody seems to know what it means nor where it originated. Her job? To provide solace and smooth the transition between life and death for hospital patients who have no living or reachable kin. Having successfully undergone four separate "transitions", serious, soft-spoken Holly feels as though she is prepared for anything the agency throws her way. That is, until she is thrust to the bedside of Simon Dalaigh, a melancholy, spirited and blunt young man dying from acute Cystic Fibrosis of the lungs. Their unusual circumstances eventually throw them together int
adaptation of scene from 'moon in the door'not quite sure where this is going to be in the book, but I'll find a way.adaptation of scene from 'moon in the door'2 years ago in Personal More Like This
"Simon, Simon! Wait!"
His arms were wrapped round his stomach as though he was embracing himself or holding something inside him, though he never stopped walking. Holly followed him, being sure to stay several feet behind as she pulled along his oxygen tank.Holly followed him, being sure to stay several feet behind as she pulled along his oxygen tank. She worried desperately for his lungs, but knew he would refuse to put the cannula back on, so she simply went along behind him for twenty minutes or so until he suddenly veered off the road and made his way towards a small stone church. His strides were swift and as long as his legs, and soon he was walking among the moss-covered gravestones and monuments that littered the grounds. His eyes listed over the various names upon the plaques until he at stopped suddenly at one.
why I've lost touch to this placeI don't quite know how it happened that exactly tonight the idea for creating a post like this crept up to me, and the longer I think of it I see no particular reason either. it's one of these things that rambles in the back of your mind for long enough, yet you're never too aware of it ... and all of the sudden it bursts out to the world, or it is willing to, and you are the one to choose if you want that to be.why I've lost touch to this place2 years ago in Personal More Like This
now I've been on this website for long enough and it's either me or the website that changed in order for me to feel about it the way I do; even though I believe it is not quite the latter. I remember these times where I adored this website and it meant so much to me so I ended up spending ages browsing the width of galleries and art we have on here; now that hasn't changed, I'm still fascinated by some things that I find.
yet what something inside of me started to think is that this place has become yet another place that just scratches along the surface and doesn't dig deepe
For future reference,I write from personal experience.For future reference,2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I don't write for you, I write for myself.
Every piece takes a part of me with it.
If you don't like the bloody mess
my words leave behind,
I love this site, I love my followers.
But, I have never wanted to leave this site more then I do right now.
I can't take all this negative attention and controversy my writing brings to the surface.
Update: I'm not leaving, I just feel like I have to really watch what I say. And I shouldn't have to feel this way.
I shouldn't have to censor myself. And I wont, for anyone.
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It's the end of the world but DFTBAIt's December 21st, it's a Friday morningIt's the end of the world but DFTBA2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I'm just lying on my couch, today is looking pretty boring.
But I remember what the Mayans said 3,000 years ago,
Now I'm getting pretty worried, it's too soon for me to go.
But that's all right.
And that's ok.
The apocalypse is coming, just
It's the end of the world,
No, I've never fought a nerd,
But I'm a Nerdfighter today.
It's the end of the world,
And it's the end of John and Hank,
But when it comes to being awesome
We've got no one more to thank.
It's the end of the world,
and we're running out of luck,
But with the help of all you nerds
We've fought a lot of worldsuck.
It's the end of the world,
But I don't really mind.
For whatever time we're here
There's so much awesome left to find.
And that's all right.
And that's ok.
The apocalypse is coming, just
It's the end of the world,
I'm gonna really miss those Greens
With their giraffe mating videos
And Pizza John tees.
It's the end of the world
All the creatures, all
That Horrible Feeling When...You're hugging your mom goodnight and you have your eyes open, staring at the fireplace when suddenly a green lazer light appears on it.That Horrible Feeling When...2 years ago in Personal More Like This
And you've been watching season 6 of Doctor Who all night...
And you think he's finally come....
But then you turn and realize its dad playing with his new pistol lazer? Oh the agony.
SIIIIGHHHH. Goodnight my friends. Guess I won't be off on space adventures.
From me, to you.This week I've noticed a couple of people posting comments like "I will never be able to write like that" or "I wish I could write as well as you" and I wanted to quickly respond to them whilst its on my mind.From me, to you.2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Firstly, I am no expert writer. I suffer with issues of punctuation, grammar, spelling, editing, stubbornness and pride.
But secondly, please remember that I am 25 years old and I have poems that I wrote when I was ten. That means I've been writing fifteen years. I have an archive of about 700 pieces. It's a lot. And the more words you write, the more words you will have written that have the potential to be amazing. Simple maths!
BUT I know this might sound like just words, so... from me to you, here is a poem I wrote in 1997, at the age of ten. You may laugh, point, pretend that it's amazing, whatever you like, but just remember that everyone starts somewhere, and everyone progresses beyond that if they try.
GUESS WHAT.SOOO....Inky and I are drawing downstairs, and dad walks in after coming home from work. And he holds up a bag of ice cream (Yay! But not the best part!) and then says, "so I went to buy ice cream, thinking we could.....sit down and watch Doctor Who...with the space Spitfires."GUESS WHAT.2 years ago in Personal More Like This
GUYS!!! My DAD just said we were going to watch Doctor Who!!!!! Yeahhhh.....we made our parents watch Eleventh Hour the other night. OMG GUYS. MY DAD MIGHT BE A WHOVIAN.
Anyhoo! Working on repeats and commisshes right now!!
-A very proud Mel
A Skewed Perception of Modern Beautyokay, so I feel like I need to do a body image/ media rant right now, especially since I just got back home from shopping and it's depressed me a lot.A Skewed Perception of Modern Beauty3 years ago in Personal More Like This
I'm just so fucking sick of the media forcing girls to compare themselves to each other. Honestly, I am. This is coming from a girl who has struggled with weight and severe self esteem issues since 4th grade. Ever since I hit puberty, I've had radios and TV's and magazines telling me that I'm not pretty enough. After eight years of this, it really wears you down. It's gotten to a point where I can't even go shopping without just sitting in the changing room and crying my eyes out because I have to settle for everything.
I'm 5'5", I have natural curves, and I weigh around 150 lbs. The doctor says I'm at a healthy weight: not really overweight and not underweight. But how can I feel healthy when every image I see on billboards and adverts and movies and tabloids tells me that I'm fat and that I need to be "fixed", when, in real
Autumn PoemThe season's name doesn't fit.Autumn Poem2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Only the trees understand
With their fiery colors lit.
Why Fall is at hand.
After the denim rain
The sky lights up in gold
One can barely refrain
To splash around in the cold.
Pumpkins guard front doors
Fat and happy,
In their orange-hued pores.
With juicy interior trapping.
Fires snap and dance making,
The smell of pine smoke.
The leaves shaking
From the wind's sharp poke.
This is when we all realize
This seasons name don't fit.
With sweater,gloves and pies,
There's no time to Fall or even sit.
Inspired by this one rainstorm we just had. Afterward, sun peeked through and the whole sky lit up yellow-gold. It was so pretty!!
A bit of analsis pertaining Jack Frost, RotG.The Unsolicited Jack Frost Post of ProlixityA bit of analsis pertaining Jack Frost, RotG.2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I'm sorely tempted to dedicate this entire wall-o'-text-to-be to the character of Jack Frost; DuchessAliana would understand the necessity of doing something like that.
So, if you are reading this mess, I made this:
This ship, you guys.
But, anyway, first and foremost: the kids in that theater didn't realise the sheer wonderment and perfection of this film, which would explain the loud chatter and them repeating the characters dialogue throughout the 97 minutes.
And as understandable as that is, I did find myself sitting there trying not to turn around and point to the screen and yell "SHUT YOUR PIEHOLE I'M TRYING TO WATCH
JACK FROSTTHIS WORK OF ART, GOD DAMN IT" at them - see note at end.
But Rise of the Guardians was brilliant, and it just might be the kind of film you'll have to see more than once to grasp everything it is trying to say.
That being said, it leads me onto some
The StrongSadness comes, taps and knocksThe Strong2 years ago in Personal More Like This
It seeps through walls and even locks
When demons with red hair
Bend down in dark despair
Her puppeteer raises high in the air
And tells her no one will ever care.
When bright amber eyes burn
Making all evil in his path turn
The owl-man will stretch his wings
Even though the dark pain stings
His lost love causes twistings
But the sun will come, and brightly it sings.
Her ginger hair will burn like fire
And fall in love with a princely liar
The Queen of justice will raise her head
And clean all wounds that ever bled
She wipes away all tears he shed
And kept peace in her godly homestead
When brothers cry for each other
Three orphans without father or mother
The eldest screams with guilt and regret
And the wisest son becomes a silhouette
The third will pay with blood and sweat
AUGH sorry for feels. I did a poem of this a while ago. It features some characters of my friends'. Top features Lily (c) :icondapperdeku: then Soren (c) :iconIronicallyRan
CryingThis will sound so utterly ridiculous, but I will write it nonetheless.. I was just posting my congratulations on the lovely Synfull's page (they got the July deviousness award!) when I noticed I had congratulations of my own in my inbox. Startled I realised I'd recieved a DD this morning for my poem TattooCrying2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Now this is my fifth DD, so why the emotional response? you may ask. Well the answer is simple, it is my first poetry DD.
I have had a DD for visual poetry, prose, macro photography and stock photography but never in my home gallery; poetry. Not only that but the DD was given to me by someone who has a meticulous eye for detail. Beccalicious never lets me get away with a half effort, so it feels like such an honour to have impressed her (theoretically!) with poetry . Not only that but I had a DD six months ago so have only been eligible to get another DD for five days!
So yes, I am posting the traditional sappy, sniffley, thank you guys, journal. Beca
Fantabulous interactive fashion show!!I know I'm not one for fashion, but this idea was a double whammy that's been stewing in me for a while.Fantabulous interactive fashion show!!2 years ago in Personal More Like This
I'll feature My OCs and a few others (Ones already chosen, sorry folks!) In a totally interactive Fashion Show that you get to decide who-wears-who!! Also, the themes and colors chosen are from smalltime photographers like you and me (well, maybe not me...I'm a digital artist) The fashion show is based on the fantabulous, so no normal suit-and-tie stuff here. These colors will burn bright!!
Here's a list of photos used in the Fashion show!
Buttons by wallefan10Guarding my Castle by wallefan10
Ma Cherie by i-love-pledee1198Lines Undefined by AcousticSpazz16.365 Umbrella by forever-just-jess
Peace by forever-just-jessHells Bells by Hands-and-TeethGreen II by Lionpelt-66Tower by Satanizmihomedog
There's nineteen. (Just in case you're counting)
Now the interactive part will be voting which OCs will be assigned to which picture, and I d
I have a surprise for you!!Silas is no longer camera shy!I have a surprise for you!!2 years ago in Personal More Like This
So Armeo and I wanted to ask Si something via our blog.....AN DANG IT WE CAN'T POST IT! YouTube hates us, I swear. So we put it into gifs thanks to Sara!
Us: "So, Si can you play 'Macarena' On guitar?"
"But I won't."
Us: "Would you play it for maddi?"
Now you guys can't see it....bummer. Well, there ya go. SURPRISE.
Melodrama"Oh, good morning, Simon."Melodrama2 years ago in Personal More Like This
Simon looked up from the bowl of cereal he was fixing himself and grinned. "Good morning, yourself. Just fixing some breakfast before we head to town—no other food here and I'm half starved."
"Good luck with that," said Holly, regarding the pile of bran flakes that sat inside the bowl. "There's no milk left."
"There's no more milk. Ran out of it last night and I didn't have time to make it to the grocery store."
"But I already poured my cereal!" said Simon with distress.
"That's unfortunate," replied Holly. She then watched with perplexity as her temporary flat-mate set the bowl on the counter, walked over to his cot and collapsed into the sheets. "Simon, what are you doing?" she asked.
Simon threw an arm over his face, covering his eyes with the crook of his elbow. "All that trouble for nothing," he moaned. "What is this? What is my life?!"
"This is a cruel world." The young man rolled onto his stomach, dragging the covers with him until he
Feature! Feature! --- 02Feature! Feature! --- 022 years ago in Art Features More Like This
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A True Highlander by YoonettDuo by simonebyrneBoxed Collection III by NSolanki
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Room With A View by CapturingTheNight
Remains of the First Day by TeaPhotographyLikes Modeling by TeaPhotographyTree of... by YannosGATO
Lonely alleys by PajunenSweet cat by arualcatOrhideje 3 by DarkBorder
Everything Changes by coby01More Mums by Tailgun2009Relaxing white wolves by Momotte2Tulip Multi Color II by Philluppus
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Feature 8Feature 82 years ago in Art Features More Like This
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i look to the future and it makes me cry by i-see-facesInto The Light by shadowfoxcreativeThrough Love's Eyes by incolor16
Jogglin 1 by KellyNGinA touch of March rain by VampirbienePelicans Three by HarLeezPix
rural beuty by Zlata-Petalfungu by DLozanoPhotographieYOU GET SO ALONE by AudraMBlackburnsArt
Blue lake 2 by shadowfoxcreativeA Light In A Darkened State by TeaPhotographyCity Sailing by VikkiFox
Goose by RiverineSummer Passion_Thank you Olivier Delvigne by Lior-ArtLand and Sea by rsiphotography
Black Coffee by Trippy4U
Memento Mori by AWPhotographyandArtFeeling Blue 0925 by TommyPropest-CandlerA Sailors Warning by VikkiFox
A Million Tears by AWPhotographyandArtpale beauty in the meadow by NiopheeCosmos by sara-satellite
Kueken by AkuZeku:thumb357152407