Ode to a Post-it NoteOde to a Post-it Note10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Haiku Ode to a Post-it Note
My pale yellow friend,
What would I do without you?
I would be so lost.
Ode to a Post-it Note
What would I do without you,
My pale yellow friend,
To remind me of errands to do
And e-mails to send?
I would be lost without your
BearBearBear10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There was a bear, covered in hair,
lead by a rope at the county fair
they'd crack the whip and he'd do a flip
but he just couldn't take it and he lost his grip
He ate little girls with bouncing curls
He dined on a mayor and two visiting earls
So the keeper said, "Run!" and he pulled out his gun
He took aim and muttered, "This bear's days are done."
"Wait!" came a cry from down near his thigh
'don't kill this bear--I don't want him to die!"
The shout of denial came from Anthony Kyle
who thought killing the bear would be terribly vile.
"You never gave him a chance! You just made him dance!
I'd crack too if I had to constantly prance!"
Said Anthony Kyle, with a shy little smile
"You should have found out his wishes once in a while."
The bear growled, "Love--I just wanted love.
You just cracked that whip and you push and you shove.
I wanted a smile, once in a while,
but got one from no one but Anthony Kyle."
The little boy grinned at his new friend,
Nimic deosebitDouă ţigări aprinse în noapte,Nimic deosebit7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Doi tineri işi nenorocesc plămânii,
e o tăcere dubioasă,
câte un geamăt se aude scurt.
Se simt urmăriţi
El trage un fum,
Ea expiră tremurând,
A luat-o în braţe
Continuă să fumeze,
a trecut o maşină,
e iar întuneric.
Nu pare nimic deosebit:
Doi tineri, doua ţigări.
S-a aprins lumina în cameră,
Surpriză, eram noi.
In The Beginning"Hey! Hey Granger!" The boy was running through the halls, chasing after the sixth year prefect with the extremely curly hair. The other students looked at the younger boy quizzically, wondering what he wanted of Hermione Granger.In The Beginning8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"May I help you?" Hermione said, dropping down to eye level with the short third year. She hadn't heard the boy calling her name; it was Harry who informed her. He and Ron were standing next to her crouching form, waiting so they could all go to class.
He little boy blushed. "Um, your scarf fell outside by Hagrid's hut. I just wanted to return it to you. What if you got cold? It is pretty chilly."
"Why thank you! But I thought I didn't have it with me just now. Hmm, surprising…" She wondered, with a tiny smile on her face.
"Well," The boy started. "I might have found it outside the Great Hall earlier." The boy said shyly.
Hermione found this little boy very cute. She knew that Harry and Ron were impatient about getting to class on time, but it was only Histor
He Did Love HerHe Did Love Her8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Times up. Bring a sample of your potion corked neatly in a vial to me for grading, Snape instructed icily. With your pathetic skills I doubt any of you will achieve higher than an Acceptable however some of you, who possess the required talent, may have the aptitude for a potions master and succeed in passing. Snapes gaze wandered and lingered on Malfoy, who smirked.
Hermione shuddered. What was up with that freaky teacher anyways? That slimy-nosed git had always picked on Harry, Ron, and her. It really was annoying. And he was always ushering Malfoy to do the same. Well, they wont beat her now, what with her capability in brewing these concoctions, she was sure to beat Malfoy any time.
Still Malfoy he wasnt that bad. She knew that it was his Father who had corrupted him. Had made him do t
sun dust and sweet shadowssun dust and sweet shadows11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sun Dust and Sweet Shadows
It is seven o'clock AM.
Five hours after we walked in the door
and two hours before the end of this poem.
Thinking back -
it was a long, drunken night
and full of those games
that drunk people play.
And for the final game,
I played the gentleman and gave her my bed
while I slept on the couch.
I never liked this couch -
and I like it even less when I'm stuck to it
with sweat and the dirt of the previous day,
acting like a glue
but I'll take a little irritation
and lay in this consequence-mud
if it means she rests well.
I'm just old fashioned.
Isn't that what they call it?
Needless to say,
I'd rather be sweating under a blanket with her
but it didn't end up that way -
the way I hoped.
My conscience won the coin toss.
Back to present -
The sound of footsteps
breaks my fragile thought process.
the scent of her body
and her shadow on the wall -
I'm missing two senses
but my heart is racing
as every footstep sends white pulses
Fallout 3 - The EscapeFallout 3 - The Escape3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
WARNING. SPOILERS AHEAD! While this fan fiction does include events that actually happen in the game, not all the dialogue presented actually occurs.
"Wake up! Come on! Wake up!"
I lifted my head from my pillow, rubbed my eyes and removed my bangs from my face. My foggy eyes caught sight of Amata. She was shoving me, trying to get me to wake up. My eyes finally cleared and all I could see of Amata was her panicked face. "What's wrong, Amata? Are you hurt?" I tried to alert myself.
"You've got to get out of here! Your dad is gone and my father's men are looking for you!" Amata sounded very scared.
"Wait! Hold on!" I said to Amata. "What do you mean my dad is 'gone'?"
"He's left the vault! I don't know how, but he's gone! And my father, he's kind of gone crazy!" Everything was quickly turning into a nightmare as Amata explained this.
I stood up. "I've never seen you so scared, Amata! What's happened?"
"It's Jonas! They killed him! My father's men! They
prismatic rotationprismatic rotation11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I met her,
she was ice
that wasn't cold.
She was stone
that wasn't hard.
She was sour
that tasted sweet.
I gathered up
and put them in the car,
on the seat
next to me
and we drove -
on the wrong
of the road.
and at some point
I slammed my foot
on the brakes.
All of the hubcaps
and continued rolling
down the road
as if they were
to an invisible car.
into the distance
out of sight
AbuseGoodnight, he had said, I love you, he had said.Abuse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hate you hate you hate you, let me out of here, let me out! I'm so scared, please, just go away, I-
Love you too. He nodded and left-
My room, I can hear him walking a few paces away and stopping so he can see-
Me alone, changing into my pajamas and going to-
Hell, because I was a bad girl, he said I was a bad girl and I didn't deserve-
Sleep. I always sleep-
Horribly. I know he's still there, waiting for the right time, so I curl into a ball-
With an old stuffed bear because-
Mom likes to see me with it, even though the bear gives me nightmares, because-
He gave it to me. I fall-
Onto the floor. He's kicking me hard, and it hurts, it hurts, it feels like he will never leave so I can fall-
Asleep quickly and have-
Nightmares of his spawn inside of me, kicking my insides like he kicks my outsides, destroying my-
The Curvature Of OhThe Curvature Of Oh12 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Tod's a mute, it doesn't matter why. It doesn't matter why, but Tod's a mute. He sometimes wants the world to spin so fast that he's on the other side and he's singing, he's singing so loud that the crows in the rooftops stop their noise because there isn't any point because no-one's listening, because they're all listening to Tod. God stops to hear Tod sing. But Tod can't sing, not at the rate this world spins. He can't sing.
Tod starts to paint. Starts in his room at the sound of the door, but the sound's only so loud because it never comes from his mouth the way we sometimes surprise ourselves with words we never planned. Starts to paint with his right hand and learns to spoon chicken noodles into his mouth with his left, and Tod paints around a plate and stares at the daubed red sun that's hollow and always mouthing Oh.
When the couple across the street walk out of their front door a few mornings later they're on their way to work and on their car (it is red) is written: Go To Slee
We Are GorgeousWe are gorgeousWe Are Gorgeous9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you and I.
We played upon stone
and danced like even tides
when the moon went down.
I was a selfish child then,
and you were,
if not selfish,
still a child.
And so we did not speak;
we still do not really.
We cross paths in the street,
and, my love,
we are gorgeous,
you and I.
We've grown into something new.
I don't know your life,
your heart, your mind.
You could be rotten inside.
But I think not. No.
We are gorgeous,
you and I.
Stupid Note 100((SO YOU KNOW: The unitalicized paragraphs are the ones I wrote, and the italicized paragraphs are the ones that Michi wrote. :3))Stupid Note 1008 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Last week, we had a rat infestation at headquarters. There were swarms of them. Everywhere. All the time. And they stormed into the kitchen one evening and raided it. L was so pissed, he started squishing them with his bare feet, but there were just too many of them. Eventually, they carried L off with them.
Well, being the utter fool I am, I decided to first eat an entire watermelon, all the rat poison, some baking soda, vinegar, soda, and dead rats. Once my anus had stopped bleeding , I dug a hole in the baseboards and vowed to rescue L.
Unfortunately, L had already been devoured by the rats. So I joined the furry rodents and ate his bones. They tasted like cupcakes. Which reminded me that I
Stupid Note 8 Dear Michi,Stupid Note 88 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Once I was walking down the street, singing opera to myself. Suddenly, a man clad in viking-wear stormed out of nowhere, screaming. I threw a rock at his face.
A Writer's MindGo inside the mind of a writer.A Writer's Mind7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fly through galaxies yet uncharted,
past worlds of beings too strange for description,
past all the stars that guide the way
And here, a landing base that stands firm
amidst the swirling chaos of Elsewhere--
strong, powerful, and familiar.
Call it home.
Call it friends, and family, and love.
This is the source of sanity.
For some, it is hidden
behind mad dreams and desires--
delusions of a fantasy world that’s become much too real.
But it’s still there. It exists.
This place, this home, is a locked chest,
protecting the heart within.
Though the world outside is a wonderful place,
it’s only for visiting.
For home is where the heart lies.
WC Fic: FloodWC Fic: Flood8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They were somewhere around the northern part of Mississippi, camping out before pushing on to their way north when the flash flood came. The rain came so quickly, few of the camping trailers had time to move. Though the flood was minor and came up to your shoulders at its highest, many of the trailers that couldnt be moved in time lay stuck in the muck. It was unclear who was on the islands of camper roofs and who had made it to the muddy banks of the makeshift lake. Somehow, Sid made it to a roof of a truck relatively dry, with Ann and Zebra.
Its not that far, Sid muttered, squatting at the edge of the cab, examining the brown water. The debris floated slowly by which told him it was no current he couldnt walk through. Zebra squinted against the sun, which appeared suddenly like someone late to a party.
Theres Jack Luke Davey Zebra counted heads on the bank which seemed to be paying no attention to the stranded. Animals
Only For You...Only For You...11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Give it up, Henderson," a young soldier with sandy brown hair shook his head as his compatriot continued to poke his head into the empty cupboards of the evacuated buildings.
"Come on, just a few more," the other called back. "They can't have taken everything with them. There's bound to be some food or a bottle around here someplace."
"There probably is," Edwards shot back with a deep sigh, "but it's getting dark and we need to get back to the regiment before the sergeant has us swinging KP duty for the rest of our tour."
"Alright, alright," Henderson shrugged reluctantly as he closed yet another empty cabinet. "Just one more house."
"You look through one more," Edwards shook his head with a small smirk at his friend's tenacity…or maybe it was stupidity, he could never quite decide which. "I'm heading back while I can still see the way."
"Fine, I'll see you back at camp," Henderson called after him as he slipped back into the waning light, "
Tears in HeavenTears in HeavenTears in Heaven9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nate River had gone by many names over the years, and yet he often felt that none really suited him quite the way he would have liked. Most recent had been the addition of a new code name, L, along with the sub-categorical personas of Erald Coil, Danuve, and a few others that he had developed on his own. L was fine when it came to work, but it lacked a personal feel to it. Nate wasnt sure why that bothered him, given his pre-disposition to sitting alone in corners twirling his hair. But it did bother him, and as the years passed he had stopped questioning the feeling and simply let it remain, buried, festering.
And so it did remain, like other feelings he had taken a few moments out to classify and then toss aside over the course of his life. Feelings, that went by other names, all blank and invisible letters that identified him by face but not by heart.
N, another name, was an older façade than L. N was the product of a child trying to become a
My hellMy hell11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I closed my eyes
when you said it was over
and I released my breath.
The same breath I once swore
I breathed for you...
And as my eyes roll back
into my head,
I see my world corrupt.
No beauty in my life
if you're not in it.
So I hold my breath
count to my infinity.
And my hell takes over
as memories block happiness
from entering once again.
Fear ImmortalityFear Immortality12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thousands of years ago
men dreamed a dream
they longed for immortality
how impossible it seemed
they often wondered
what the future would bring
more than anything
but times have changed
innocence has died
pain floods through veins
watch the world hide
stare at the stars
as they fade away
no one wishes for immortality
at least not today
wishing for death
our only friend
is the knife
we long for the things
that can set us free
release us from pain
and torture we see
the things we wish for
are far out of reach
we could never live up to
the lessons life teach
instead we'll settle
for second best
a heart so scarred
will soon be at rest
immortality would hurt
so many today
everything we loved
would all fade away
watching it go
we wave goodbye
lonely and breaking
wishing to die
she...you're painting pretty lies, alabastershe...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
secrets, forgotten covenants saved for
bad luck days and sinking-ship smiles,
and there are fireflies in your veins,
impassioned promises in your eyes.
i am tired of the monosyllabic angry words
emanating from the room downstairs, crystalline
lungs exhaling choleric clouds of some long
extinct virus, contaminating this empty house,
slipping under closed doors and poisoning
the last ray of sunshine we had left.
she said: looking and seeing are two
very different things
we created a universe between sunset
irises and milkweed butterfly queens,
turning rainy days into a cathartic fix
and i am afraid of heights but i still sit
on the garden shed roof because there is
magic ten feet off the ground,
and i am learning to find beauty in flickering
streetlights and abandoned skyscraper ruins
but you are running off with dreams of
nuclear warfare and exploding suns,
you set fire to the ozone and forgot
all about our rebellious cry.
she said: i a
Someday...Someday...11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is this place
Beyond my fears,
Beyond the blood,
And all the tears
I see it only
In my dreams
But it's more real
Than it seems
A place where I don't
Cry or scream
Where all my thoughts
Are clear and clean
The sun gives light,
The sky is blue
No more memories
Left of you
The air smells sweet
And not like vomit
My skin is new,
No more scars on it
The illussions are gone
And everything's real
I finally know
What it's like to feel
Than this pain
The voices are gone,
I feel sane
I can laugh and be myself
I don't have to fake a smile
I can say those words "I'm happy"
And living all seems worth the while
A place where I don't have to hear
"You'll never get you're life in gear
You'll never be normal, you're nowhere near
You'll always live in pain and fear"
This is the only place
I wish to be
The only place
I can be free
Free from the sickness
That is me
And one day I'll find this place,
Someday I'll be
...A different me