Titanic Characters (non/disney style)Titanic Characters (non/disney style)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Yes! It's done Now every person is found I'll start on the next chapter soon as I can
Jack: Jim Hawkins
Cale Hockly: Gaston
Molly: Jane Porter
Captain: King triton
Mr. Lovejoy: Frollo
Mr. Ismays: Clayton
Ruth: Mother Ghothel
Tommy ryan: Sinbad
Mr. Andrews: Milo Thatch
No hay amores imposiblesSi crees que el tuyo es un amor imposibleNo hay amores imposibles2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
no sabes lo que es realmente amar.
Dime qué importan el tiempo o la distancia
cuando el amor que se siente es de verdad.
Imposible es la palabra que usan los cobardes
porque son demasiado débiles para luchar.
i am falling with youi.i am falling with you6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
there is no need in this, only want.
i fear for my safety, and you know this.
i dont know if i should be disturbed by your telling me that you would kill them if they ever hurt me, and yet you are nearly a man too. i am disturbed by how far i let you in and i am glad you cant see how you are the one who could hurt me most of all, and
only the trust i have in you will prevent that eventuality.
i have always been an obstinate creature. my mother spent years telling everyone who asked how i spent days clinging to the inside of her womb, unwilling to come out with the rose-tinted, nostalgic wisdom of infants. maybe it was obduracy. maybe it was fear.
you are the only one who could undecide me, and you have. and i am.
you watch me open the door to you in my dressing gown, warm from the water of recent showers. are you sick? you ask, taking me in as i let you in, because you know i only ever
What is Hell?Hell is staring at a phone willing it to ringWhat is Hell?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just because you believe someone will keep
his forgotten promises.
Hell is calling someone
hoping they would be glad to hear from you
only to hear them say they will call you later.
Hell is understanding that you're temporary
even though you have already fallen in love
with the person who cannot love anymore.
Hell is being faithful to someone
without ever knowing if he ever will
be as faithful to you.
Hell is wandering on an empty road
After a truly awful fight which
didn't end in reconciliation
Hell is not realizing that the truck was heading
straight for you when your eyes were closed
the strains of music deafening you to a roar.
Hell is waiting for your daughter to breathe
without a thousand machines having to help her
take a deep clean breath.
Hell is waiting for your child to wake up
so she can tell you she loves you
and that she is just fine.
Hell is holding your best fri
Sixteen + Shattered - IntroSixteen + Shattered - Intro3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My name is Sammi.
and one more thing..I'm pregnant..bye.
F.I. C2: "La Llamada"-Hola, pensé que ya no llamarías...F.I. C2: "La Llamada"8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
-Veo que esperabas mi llamada impacientemente...
-Pues no voy a negarlo, si.
-¿Puedo preguntar por qué?
-Estas en todo tu derecho y si quieres saber, la respuesta es sencilla, hace al menos un par de años que espero este momento.
-¿Un par de años dices? ¿De que hablas? ¿Quien te dio mi número?
-Me parece que tienes muchas preguntas y que sería mejor para ambos si te las respondo frente a frente, sin rodeos ni trucos, ¿Qué opinas?
-No lo sé, es decir, ¿Cómo confiar en alguien del cual no sé ni su nombre?
-Yo sólo propongo lo que me parece mejor para ambos, si así lo deseas, podemos vernos en un lugar público y le pides a alguien que nos vigile, para que yo no pueda intentar nada, ¿Te parece?
-Bien, de acuerdo... ¿Conoces el Restaurante Eros, cerca de la estación en el centro de la ciudad?
-Si, he leído buenas criticas sobre su comida.
-Ese será nuestro punto de encuentro, a las 12:30m.
-Perfecto... ¿Cómo nos identificamos?
-Preséntate con una rosa neg
missing uI lie next to you with your arms wrapped around memissing u6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Feeling your steady breath against my face
The heat of your skin as it lies next to mine
and the shape of your lips with my fingers I trace.
You move closer to me and pull me closer
As my fingers trail paths on your skin
I try to stop and to let you sleep
But I feel the stir of waking begin
My eyes wander and I see you watching me
I see your sleepy smile then feel the brush of your lips
Your husky murmured hello
Then the shift of your hips
I reach for you and tell you I love you
And hear you whisper it back as you kiss me some more
Then its gone and Im alone and Im thinking of you
How I miss you and need you and cant wait for your call.
Mind Games Mind GamesMind Games3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I HATE liking you,
I HATE every feeling that comes from thinking about you.
I wish i could just throw away all these metal notes im making about you...
But it wouldn't do any good because as soon as i do,
My mind would just make more notes about you.
Did I mention that I hate thinking about you?
Because I'll end up analyzing everything you say,
To see if you are telling me the truth...
Or letting me down easily...
I'm compelled to play each moment we spend together
Like a CD until it skips with my second thoughts of whether or not you are really feeling me.
I loathe the guessing games
And Despise the fear that hides in my third eye
Of subconscious scenarios that consume my mind
When I am debating on whether to step to you with these feelings...
Or continue to watch from afar.
Others laugh at the way i suddenly turn into a mute when it comes to saying anything to
KoibitoConfidence is one of those sticky wicket situations where it seems like the ones among us that should have scads of it, the Beautiful People, are more often than not dogged with moments of incredible self doubt. It can easily be argued that we all succumb to this; after all, were just cogs in the machinery that is the human race. Go on, try to tell yourself otherwise.Koibito7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A former professor of mine said that writers sometimes suffer from the fear of the blank page. My intial thought was to laugh at that; it was ridiculous to me. Writing came like breathing. And in that moment, I jinxed myself. Id turn on my laptop, open a new word document, and stare at the little flashing hash mark, wondering where to start. And then the excuses started cropping up: I have no time, I had other things to do, why dont men like me, my family is psychotic and I need the time to keep my ego intact before I become a slobbering blob of organs, and so on and so forth. The only problem
Anti-Depressants ::CON::by zach clementeAnti-Depressants ::CON::9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
As parents rush to create an "ordinary" child everyone wants, parents take any disorder from psychiatrist to psychiatrist for a prescription for an unnerving bottle of implicit anguish; anti-depressants. These horrid drugs do not help teens, if not make the condition worse.
Year after year it seems that more and more teens are being given anti-depressants, these drugs are verified to lessen suicidal feelings and depressed mood swings in the common adult. However, a teenager, or a child at any age, is not a full-grown adult by any standards.
A teenager does not have a full-developed body; teenagers usually grow dramatically until their late teens to early twenties. Not only is a teenager's body undeveloped (which can alter how powerful the drug's effect on the person is), but also the most frightening factor is that a teen's mind is developed completely
Wedding Jitters - WIPI wouldnt exactly call myself a commitmentphobe.Wedding Jitters - WIP7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I dont consider myself as one of those people that gets whispered about behind their backs about their apparent lack of commitment to anything, especially relationships, and how this very undesirable trait was probably a remnant of some sort of familial trauma.
I do, however, have a massive problems with weddings.
Im not going to say I always had this problem; at the very earliest, Im sure I thought they were good, after all, the princess marries the prince and they lived happily ever after. Im sure I wanted to get married at some point and played dress up in my moms shoes with a bath towel thrown over my head to be a veil. Well, maybe not so sure, as I cant recall any of this. The only thing that leaps directly to my mind is an incredible indifference to marriage.
I am fairly confident that I am not a co-dependant person. I have co-dependant neurotic qualities that arise from not hav
Side EffectstickSide Effects4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slap away a tiny vampire
refugee from the drought
scratch the place where
my blood was so recently
roll onto my back
stare through the plastered ceiling
into the space beyond
where I have allowed my drenched, fanciful
utopias to roam free
roll onto my stomach
release the loaded sigh
that has been blocking
get up to pee
miss the bowl completely
curse the relentless darkness
and brain fog
fall back into the treacherous bed
adjust the cool sheets
hug a pillow between lonesome
arms and legs
lament the heat
of the drought
click the bedside lamp
allow the glare of full
intrude on the deceitful, comforting dark
read Terry Pratchett
return to the darkness
and its lies
lie on my side
lie on my back
lie on my other side
lie on my stomach
A+F Can Kiss My Moral Assby zach clementeA+F Can Kiss My Moral Ass9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Abercrombie & Fitch, the hunting merchandise store turned baby-tee and flip-flop outlet confirms the old showbiz motto that no publicity is bad publicity. Year after year, Abercrombie constructs its own controversy, resolves it as quickly as possible and then collects the profit. The disgusting cycle of ruckus comes right on schedule for the holiday shopping season.
Earlier this month, a crowd of teenagers from Pittsburgh launched a "girlcott" opposing the vendor's newest effort at humor: a line of T-shirts featuring slogans meant to be sported across girls' chests, such as "Who needs brains when you have these?" Other shirts proclaim the superiority of blonds as a mock along side the "stupid blonde" mentality. In only a few days, the girls landed on national television. Abercrombie quickly backed down, pulling two of the most distasteful shirts off shelves while also reporting that Octob
FOP: A Tale of Two Trixies CH1FOP: A Tale of Two Trixies CH13 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was Thursday afternoon at Dimmsdale Elementary. The final bell had run and all the kids where pouring out of the building, excited that tomorrow was Friday. The last thing between a weekend of freedom. You could practically hear a jumpy tune in the air.
Two girls were walking together and chit-chatting , when they were suddenly forced to halt as a small, bucked tooth boy wearing a silly pink hat stepped in there path.
"Hey, Trixie" Said Timmy Turner cheerful as he walked up to her. "I just wanted to tell you that I got tickets to the special early premiere of "The Crimson Chin 2". Trixie's aloof manner was instantly replaced with a wide eyed surprise.
"Really?!" said Trixie excitement in her voice. Trixie would have killed to go to that premiere. But she couldn't let anyone know she was actually interested in a silly comic book movie, so there was no way she co
The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)The Lady of Chains (Part One of Five)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
As soon as the doors closed, Viola knew she'd be lucky if she was ever given the chance to step outside them again. The sound didn't just echo throughout the tower, but appeared to signal the ending of her old life and the beginning of an entirely different one.
"You'll have to watch this one," Mrs Casket said, holding up a frail hand speckled with age. The index finger was missing. "She bites."
Viola averted her eyes, trying to ignore the ball of apprehension growing in her belly. She gazed up at the winding staircase. Her tongue felt like a strip of dried leather and it was difficult to form words around it. "How much longer until we're there?"
Mrs Casket stopped in her tracks and raised the lantern. Her hair was pinned back and greying at the temples. In the dull light her eyes looked almost black, glittering like a beetle's shell. Viola half-expected them to scuttle around her face at any moment, disappearing between the creases of her skin.
"You doubt yourself, my girl," Mrs Caske
Thesis of an upcoming work.My name is K!. Im 21, soon to be 22 on the 22nd of August. Im a Leo, and my favorite colors are a red so vivid that it looks like the blood in your eyelids when you close your eyes and look at the sun, and a purple so rich that you can taste it. My hobbies include examining humanity, and wondering why people want babies. I practice yoga, work out, and have some hippy tendencies, like my penchant for wearing a crystal necklace, extreme bellbottoms, and walking on grass barefoot. When I was in college, I constantly smelled of incense smoke.Thesis of an upcoming work.7 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Im a jobless college graduate that is currently looking for work, and half-assing a chance at modeling, because I feel like I have something to prove to whoever looks at me. Im an angry single, not at the fact that I am single, but because it seems like blasphemy nowadays to be without someone and focused on something a little bigger than our little corner of the universe. Most people in relationships would brand me as extremel
OC facts, Satin SilverstealthOC facts, Satin Silverstealth3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Satin Silverstealth
Born: 19th of April 1960
Death: 2th of May 1998, Second Wizarding War, 38 years old
House: Slytherin, 1971 1978, but didn't graduate
Sprouse: Severus Snape, never married but a couple
Occupation: Death Eater, however forced to be.
Powers other than being a witch: Animagus, white saber
Apperance: White shoulder long hair, crystal blue eyes, natural red lips. Normal built body, hour glass shaped. Death Eater tattoo on her arm, in her grown up year she wears a long black robe as normally seen on Death Eaters.
Story: In 1971 Satin went with the Hogwartz Express, onboard the train she met Lily Evans and Severus Snape and sat down with them. After that they all three became close friends. At the same time they met James and Siruis for the first time, and Satin already started to dislike James from that moment.
Satin was sorted into Slytherin and therefore stayed very close friends with Severus and became best friends with him, however they w
Despertar -translated-Los sueños, antes reales y profundos, se empiezan a mezclar con lo tangible. El mundo real se va apareciendo, poco a poco; y, aunque yo no quiero, noto mis músculos tensarse, mi corazón latir más fuerte. Siento calor, mis ojos se quieren abrir. La luz del sol, evidente tras las enormes ventanas, me reclama. Abro mis ojos. El cielo es de un azul violento. Miro el reloj: las siete de la mañana.Despertar -translated-7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He dormido seis horas. Poco, cuando normalmente necesito ocho. Pero mi cuerpo está nervioso, y no sé muy bien por qué. Quisiera haber dormido más y que no me atacara esta melancolía. Estar vivo es triste y bello, esta vivo es agridulce. Sin quererlo pienso en ti. Aún sigo en la cama. Intento que desaparezcas de mi mente. ¿Por qué, si te tengo? El miedo siempre me atenaza.
Por fin me levanto… sólo han pasado unos minutos. Tengo molestias en el cuello. ¿Por qué todo fuera es tan luminoso? El sol arranca a las fachadas de enfrente unos colores cálidos soberbios, unas sombras suaves y azuladas. Con ra
DaysThere were days when I got lost behind the moons eyes, the suns smiles, and the clouds tears.Days5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Days where the wind crept up from behind and whipped my hair around my neck suffocating me.
There were days when I got lost within the days light and the nights dark.
The stars were painted black like my heart disappearing, blending into nothingness.
There were days I drowned in the waters depths, and lived inside concrete walls.
Meshing together light and dark; becoming one.
There were days my body was weak from fighting, my mind strong from cartwheel thoughts racing.
My mind running a marathon as my body falls to pieces becoming dust that gets whipped away by the same winds that suffocated me.
Once Upon A TimeBeing in love with someone who does notOnce Upon A Time6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Feel the same is hard to say the least.
What's worse is once upon a time
"I love you" was real and true.
How do three little words get flipped around
To "I hate you?"
Thought we were strong, solid, and sound.
No one could touch us and the love we shared.
Overnight going from loved to hated.
From girlfriend to just friends.
In love with a man who is so heartless.
Nothing should be felt for him
But the past looms up at me
And I love him just as much as once upon a time.
Bliss of heaven turned to agony of hell.
One extreme to another
But it's okay.
I'll just lay here and suffocate on my heart
And words left unsaid that are now stuck inside my throat.
Wait for my miracleWait for my miracle2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Daddy please hear this song, soft and sweet
In your head you can hear the screams
Of your memories, longing for those young days
wrapped in days of twilight long and raised
How you laughed when I told you I could see
all my secret songs that I kept so tight in my heart
and sung at night as loud as I could
settled down into the sea to swim once again
And in my dreams, my brother stands with me, holding hands
in a struggle to find my peace deep inside, sounding deep
And in my dreams your alive and your crying
as your arms, move in mine, soft and real
flowers rest on your arms, and how I love you
rest for your life, I'll always take care
Brother see, I wish we were one and the same
and I could leave without feeling ashamed
I watched as your eyes raised to the sky
and I looked away, wishing I could have you resting on my cheek
Cause I know my head is making this fake between us
And as we rest, in god's only spectacle
God is some just holy spectacle
And as we rest, in god's only spectac