The Ballad of Big MacThe Ballad of Big Mac4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Ballad of Big Mac
Come hear the tale of Macintosh,
Big Mac to all his friends,
the love he won, but almost lost,
of fame that never ends.
He spent his days out in a field
not far from Ponyville,
gath'ring his orchard's fruitful yield
with all his bucking skill.
"Big Mac, you take care now y'hear!"
said A. J. in alarm,
"Keep buckin' like that an' Ah've a fear
You'll do yerself some harm!"
Big Mac replied, "Don' worry none,"
as apples fell like rain,
"Jus' mah way of 'gettin' 'er done'!"
and went to buck again.
He bucked the tree, and with a crash
the center of it split.
The falling trunk, quick as a flash,
the stallion's head did hit.
Straight to Nurse Redheart Big Mac was sent
with AJ at his side,
and in the quiet medical tent
he nursed his wounded pride.
But though the nurse did all she could,
the wound refused to heal -
ointment and poultice did no good,
despite Nurse Redheart's zeal.
To Twilight Sparkle then Mac fled,
librarian of the town.
Yet as soon as all her books we
Luna the Matchmaker Chap.1Luna the Matchmaker Chap.14 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Luna the Matchmaker
Chapter 1 "Let the Meddling Begin!"
By Steven Little
My Little Pony © Hasbro
Life is a risky business and not for the faint of heart.
A lonely sparrow glided on thermal eddies created by the last few rays of the setting sun, in its endeavor to catch a passing insect that inhabited the rocks of its mountain home. Chasing an elusive midge, the plump bird flew over the crest of its rocky home and found itself flying over the golden spires of Canterlot, the royal city of the Alicorn sisters. With its intended target in plain sight, the small bird chased its prey down into the city below. Dodging towers, lampposts, and the strange four-legged creatures that lived there, the sparrow slowly gained on the unfortunate insect. Finally catching the midge in its beak, the plump bird unknowingly lit upon the windowsill of Canterlot's Royal Library to enjoy its
Much Ahoof About Nothing Part 1Much Ahoof About Nothing starring Princess Celestia and her faithful student Twilight SparkleMuch Ahoof About Nothing Part 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Twilight watched the little white starlike flowers swirl about in her cup of elderflower tea and sighed.
Rarity put down her own cup and looked at her in sudden concern from across the table. The two of them were sitting at their favourite table at the Dandelion Clock Café and enjoying a little afternoon tea together, but Rarity for some time now had noticed that Twilight, although moody at the best of times, was especially moody today for some reason.
"Darling!" she said. "That's the third time you've sighed in as many minutes! Now I know something is most definitely wrong."
Twilight lifted her face from observing the tea to look at her friend. The white-coated unicorn's eyes were regarding her with concern, but somehow Twilight didn't feel like talking to her.
"Oh Rarity. I'm fine, really," she said, and then straightaway her eyes dropped back down to the tea and its danci
Cream CigarCream Cigar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I think of Marlene Dietrich
when your teeth tease that cigar.
crimson lipstick smears
your masculine feminine
slowly, smoke on your lips
like cream in black
And your mouth is a poet
Think of Emily
The poet I loved.
you, girl, and your pale ankles
bleeding blue, faded rose of adolescence
And I have missed the scribe
of your poetry lips.
(You call me Iphis and
I'll call you Ianthe)
Still muse of my passion
you my wayward girl
And I think I'll just stay here, sitting
listening to that pretentious new age folk
on the café radio.
And I think
the sunset has just as many colors
when watched alone.
TES V: 'Sons of Skyrim' LyricsThe Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim - "Sons of Skyrim" Song LyricsTES V: 'Sons of Skyrim' Lyrics5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Naal ok zin, los vahriin,
Wah dien vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal,
Ahrk fin norok paal graan,
Fod nust hon zindro zaan,
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal.
Ahrk fin kel lost prodah,
Do ved viing ko fin krah,
Tol fod zyemah win kien meyz fundien
Alduin fyen do jun,
Kruziik vokun staadnau,
Voth aan bahlok wah diivon fin lien.
By his honor, is sworn,
To keep evil forever at bay,
And the fiercest foes rout,
When they hear triumph's shout,
Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray,
And the Scrolls have foretold,
Of black wings in the cold,
That when brothers wage war come unfurled,
Alduin bane of kings,
Ancient shadow unbound,
With a hunger to swallow the world.
Metre Learning GuideSo. Metre.Metre Learning Guide9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
It has become a dirty word in some poetry circles.
It conjures images of withered, grey-haired men laboriously counting out beats and stresses whilst coughing up phlegm because of all the dust in their cramped and quasi-arcane libraries.
It really isn't all THAT bad, trust me.
So, without getting too 'old-man' technical - What is metre? what is it good for?
And, importantly, how does one use it?
Well, let's see if we can come up with some workable and easily understood answers by the end of this.
#1: What is metre?
Technical Language: The most well known metre, 'Accentual Syllabic Metre' is the rhythmic arrangement of syllables and patterns of stresses in a poetic line.
Translation: Metre is a poetic device that allows you to consciously orchestrate the flow of rhythm in a poem by paying attention to the natural rise and fall of the spoken word, and how to align those patterns of word-emphasis in an effective way.
#2: What is metre good for?
Basically, metre is
Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter 1When Callie Halaway left her house that morning the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, but when she left work that afternoon the thunder had started to roll.Be Careful What You Wish For Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
How's a girl supposed to see in all this rain? She asked herself as the weather changed from drizzles to drops and then from drops to streams. Callie soon realized that she was getting no where quickly when, in order to stay dry, she couldn't see over her lowered umbrella.
I'm going to have to wait this storm out. Callie jumped to her left just in time to avoid the splash of water that a speeding car had just thrown her way. As she straightened herself back out she accidentally forgot to watch where her feet were going and she tripped into a door frame that just so happened to open inwards. Her cold, wet figure flopped down onto the gross carpet of a little shop that she had never noticed before.
"Hello little lady," A man said as help helped Callie up out of the floor. "How may I help you today? What do you desi
Introducing MiraIntroducing Mira the Rus'Introducing Mira5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-The sun was beginning to set over the city of Kiev. The clouds began to roll towards the Asian steppes and the stars began to pierce through the night time sky. Snow covered the streets, the house tops, the stone walls, everything. Lamp lighters began making their rounds. The average Kievan citizens retired for the evening. Parents called out to their children who were busy playing in the snow. Night time was no place for a child. The night belonged to an entirely different cast of characters. Soldiers from the local barracks searched for a good time. Virile and rowdy teenage boys, who fancy themselves men, poured into the streets. Serb bandits scoured the streets looking for easy pray. Greek traders sold their goods. Old drunks and working girls began to crowd the bars. My oh my, this was no place for a child.
Llamas with Hats Human AdaptedLlamas with Hats Human Adapted5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Carl, there's a dead human in our house!"
My best friend-and roommate-Carl, was in the kitchen, doing the dishes, which was odd, because Carl never did the chores.
He shuffled over and poked the dead body with his foot. "Oh...hey...how did he get here?" Blood was pooling on the floor, from multiple stab wounds in the dead man's chest.
His lying tone was obvious. I stared at him, alarmed. "Carl, what did you DO?!"
He waved a hand nonchalantly. "Me? I didn't do this."
"Explain what happened, Carl!" I said angrily. These kinds of things seemed to happen whenever I went out...
"I've never seen him before in my life!" Carl protested.
"Why did you kill this person, Carl?!"
"I do not kill people. That is..." he couldn't help glancing back towards the kitchen. "That is my LEAST favorite thing to do."
I sighed. "Carl, tell me exactly what you were doing before I got home."
He frowned and shifted
FINEFINE11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fine is the word to hide all
It is the conversation ender
It is the building blocks of illusions in the mind
Its what every one mumbles
if asked if they're alright
their heads held up high
in false pride
when inside they
is always the last thing
on their mind
to that line
Fine is the word
that rolls from the tongue
before anything else
be it the painful truth
Or the sweetened lies
Fine is alway the catch all
its what we all hide behind
Raven Marie Shadows
10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy1.Zuko is not afraid to fight.Draco runs away every time he sees danger in front of him.10 reasons why Zuko is cooler than Draco Malfoy3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
2.Zuko became a capable firebender because his uncle taught him well.Draco got all the good marks at Hogwarts because he was Snape's favourite.
3.Zuko's girlfriend,Mai,is definitely cooler than Pancy Parkinson.
4.Zuko is capable of redemtion.Draco is not(those who think he is are really mad ficwriters).
5.Zuko treats his friends as equals.Draco thinks of his friends as of his servants.
6.Zuko can fight without bending(by using swords).Draco can only run away if he doesn't have a wand.
7.Zuko's dad is the №1 baddie in the story.Draco's dad is just the same cowardly nobleman as his son.
8.In the beginning,Zuko is an uncertain person with a struggle in his soul,while Draco is just a proud,cowardly and bratty(in a lack of a better word) aristocrat.In the end,Zuko is an ex-villain,who found peace after becoming good,while Draco is still a proud,cowardly and bratty aristocrat.
9.Zuko foollows his h
Mini-story: Now I RememberCarolyn hummed and whistled to herself as she paced around her kitchen, letting her belly lead the way. Today she decided not to try and cover her pregnant bump up very much. Whenever she looked down at her stomach or gazed at her swollen belly in the mirror, Carolyn felt a rush of joy and pride. It wasn't just that she loved the shine pregnancy had given her skin or how she managed to carry such a large belly without getting any stretch marks, but she loved how her belly made her look. Carolyn loved the massive curve it gave her. And when Carolyn couldn't find any of her maternity clothes in the morning, she decided to let her stomach hang out and proud.Mini-story: Now I Remember4 months ago in Sketches More Like This
The pregnancy added onto what was already a very sexy body. Carolyn was buxom, blonde, and breathtakingly beautiful. She wore her head long and feathered, reaching down to her ample breasts, which were nearly as obvious in her shirt as her belly. Pregnancy had added onto her good looks, swelling out her bust and butt, while also givin
what have you done to meyou're ripping my eyes from my sockets, parading around town, sullen identities melting from your sodden fingers. you're a pro creation, destroying eternity, practicing masochistic fairy tales i've told centurieswhat have you done to me6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
from now, under willow trees you hung dead children from. caressing tombstone head boards, we're lying with the dirt and breathing with the worms. i've sunk so low, the sky isn't blue, the grass isn't green, we're
burrowed in under a hundred years of mary sues and gary stus, i'm a suspender wearing, heart wrenching, grave digging
i'm cringing behind closed doors, spreading coffins like god split the grand canyon, like humans split the ozone layer. i'm burying you behind the taj mahal, beside the nile river, under the eiffel tower. this isn't
the fucking garden of eden. and you are devouring all the fruit of sin that
Les Petits PrincesLes Petits Princes4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"James is dying," Nefertiti said, her voice a whisper and barely audible from the balcony. The gray stone was cool beneath her hands, smooth from generations before her, and comforting to support herself on as she stared down to the gardens and gates of their palace below.
Queen Nefertiti was dark haired and tan, with wide eyes and a thin smile. It was her husband their children took after. Both young men with blond hair and blue eyes, both growing tall and strong and moving towards becoming the rulers of their odd-named nation.
Her husband's, Arthur's, breath caught. A short little gasp and snarl as his fists clenched by his side. His curses were so soft that it was difficult to catch them between the night-things and lazy breeze.
"Oswald cannot lead."
"He will have to."
Footsteps, and Arthur was pacing. "Could we find an excuse to appoint a Regent?"
"He is already seventeen," Nefertiti said. "When you die, he will be king."
Arthur cursed again, louder, as Nefertiti left her perch at
mia culpa, mia miasmaI'm still counting chromosomes and odd numbersmia culpa, mia miasma4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
still playing hopscotch over the symmetry
of your shoulder blades, your whispers
skipping 'cross the seventy percent water
the one forty proof rum, still running
until we can sleep,
that thing they called relationship
something common, like counting
rocks at the bottom of a wishing well.
I am slipping through, sliding into
a seamless cervix, and she's serving
throat lozenges in the mean time,
mean time and mean country
serving time in this union, this marriage,
they served cough and coffee
held the Capricorn, held up the register
held the infant to the sagging bosom of
Hollywood and serfdom and surplus
as the nagging empress struts her new clothing
on the turnpikes of Mulholland Drive.
can you feel the elasticity of time as sleep approaches
as the veal spills over red royal carpet
like tumbleweed's of lamb chops rolling 'round
Rockefeller's city center.
so shed dead skin
and skim the film of old money
see my t
Hey Diddle DiddleLestrade was rapidly coming to the boil. But then, he was a kettle.Hey Diddle Diddle3 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Look, Sherlock,” he said to the tall teapot, “any information about the missing spoon, you have to tell me. It’s part of a very expensive set!”
Sherlock hesitated but then he saw the steam coming out of Lestrade’s spout.
“It was the cat and fiddle figurine that inadvertently gave the game away,” Sherlock began. “He and the cow creamer have shifted slightly to the left, away from the Spode dish. To allow access to a hiding place perhaps.”
He looked directly at Lestrade. “And there was the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.”
Lestrade appeared puzzled.
“Mrs Hudson’s bulldog didn’t bark! There was no intruder. The spoon disappeared voluntarily...”
“Ah,” said Lestrade.
Mrs Hudson filled Sherlock with boiling water and carried him over to the table, where he was reunited with his cupboard-mate, John. Joh
When Your Heart Stops Beating When Your Heart Stops BeatingWhen Your Heart Stops Beating9 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
My first thought is that she pronounced his last name wrong.
My second is that she's lying.
When you think of a person, a tiny file of memory opens in your brain, containing everything you know about them. All the good memories you've made, stupid jokes that have been laughed at, every tear that you may have shed think
If tears could write a storyIf tears could write a story2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If tears could write a story, then this is written for you.
Please excuse the sorrow that will naturally flow through.
They will write the memories, ones of wrong and right.
Also leaving a brand, of the laughter and the fight.
The times we did embrace, tears will trace these too.
Of sorrow and of happiness, my tears will write for you.
I cannot cry you back, impossible this may seem.
But you have live and died, at last your soul has been.
Every breath I take, it is harder than the first.
Leaving me immobile with a heart about to burst.
Missing you is painful, more so than any death.
But this cannot bring you back, you have taken your final breath.
If tears could show emotion, then many will flow on.
The feeling of close love, a feeling that’s never wrong.
You were the best friend that ever has been to me.
Now you’re not here, your soul is finally free.
Pain rips through me just as does a flood.
My soul is missing a piece and icy is my blood.
If only were here to sing with m
Commission: Huge is the New OrangeJackie tried not to make too much commotion as she slowly walked forward. The “slowly” part wasn’t really up to her though. The three full-term fetuses inside her womb were responsible for that. Jackie hadn’t noticed too many other women she was transported with who were pregnant, which surprised her a bit. She let out a little groan as she paced to the side to angle her head out of the line.Commission: Huge is the New Orange5 months ago in Settings More Like This
“You!” one of the guards shouted, walking over to her. Jackie looked at her with shock when she saw the guard was pregnant. She had on the usual blue and grey uniform with the "Bryceson MediTech Corp" logo on the right shoulder, though it was unbuttoned at the bottom and a tank-top was pulled over the rest of her large, round belly. “DeBallo, no stepping out of line.”
“Sorry,” Jackie said, lowering her head and pacing back into line. The guard chuckled and adjusted her tinted sunglasses as she began patrolling the line again
Expansion of a Ranch Girl part 1Expansion of a Ranch Girl - Part OneExpansion of a Ranch Girl part 13 months ago in Profiles More Like This
"Well, they are all loaded and ready to go," said Jeffreys as he surveyed the freshly packed cattle cars.
"Yes. You must have had quite a time squeezing them in there," said Broadman.
Sam Broadman was a livestock rancher in remote Pesborn County, Kansas. His ranch had had its ups and downs over the last twenty years, with the last economic downturn nearly running him out of business. Sam was glad to have had the sense to hire a biological research engineer a few years earlier in case he had to switch to agriculture. The engineer had developed what was first thought to be a terrific new soil fertilizer with properties that would enable the crops to produce natural insecticides and weed poison. Lab tests at the local agricultural school showed no cancerous or disease causing effects when the crops were exposed to human tissue. However, exposure to the experimental plants ca
The Official Ode to the ForumsThe Official Ode to the Forums11 years ago in Ballad More Like This
I can't stand to see another thread,
beating a horse that's already dead.
Do you like "s3ks" and what does art mean?
A poorhorse cult for illiterate teens.
The forum descriptions must be Greek,
or maybe the newbies only read 1337.
The Welcome Center to get a tour.
Thumbshare Forum for commentwhores.
'Deviator' no longer exists
(The Forum's still there 'cause jark insists)
Don't post there- it's useless you know
Read the thread that tells you so.
Elite ForumWhores: they're better than you.
Accept it now you know it's true;
If you see a lot of the Blank Stare guy
stupidity is the reason why.
For those with a brain that can't be found
watch out for curran if he's around.
With legendary wit and sarcastic replies
he cleans up the forums (or at least he tries).
We interupt this poem to distinguish
that "kewl" and "k@wa1i!!1!1" are not English.
If those are in your vocabulary
please buy yourself a dictionary.
Do you think you are a squirrel
instead of a normal boy or girl?
ShaunDes drabble meme.Rules:ShaunDes drabble meme.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
1. We Were So Entangled- Head Like a Kite
The slap of flesh against flesh and ragged breathing from the men on the bed echoed around the room, each one too caught up in each other to speak.
2. Frustration- The Whip
"Hello, Desmond. /Go away/."
The man's scarred lips curved into a frown at that, body shifting so he could easily lean against the surface Shaun's computer rested on. There was something about the computer specialist that drew him in, made him want to irritate him further, push him further, frustrate him further.
"How about.. no."
A strange, amused grin replaced Desmond's frown when the exasperated groan lef