This will never make the frontI can't draw anime, so this will never make the front page.This will never make the front10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can't work Photoshop as well as I wanted to, so this will never make the front page.
I don't have the time to go out and take pictures of nature, so this will never make the front page.
I don't have the props for pictures, so this will never make the front page.
This isn't animated, so this will never make the front page.
This isn't flash-based, so this will never make front page.
What this is is words.
It won't have a cute picture of two anime characters.
It won't have a chatspeak phrase.
It won't mean anything to the vast majority of the community.
It won't have Japanese phrases.
It won't have naked men and/or women in the picture.
It won't be very appealing.
It's rather simple how words can be simple.
What with words being words.
You probably stopped reading already.
The average American attention span is twenty-two minutes.
I'd bet more than half of you proved that it might be a little less here.
You're not going to
FateFate11 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Beautiful weather today.
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his newspaper.]
PETER. Um… God?
PETER. Not to be rude, but… your name is God?
GOD. I am God. Or at least I was God.
PETER. I… see.
GOD. You don't believe me.
PETER. Would you?
GOD. No. But it doesn't matter whether or not you believe in me.
already gone.mommy used to put me to sleep with horror stories.already gone.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'boys don't have hearts,' she'd say, shaking her finger in my face. 'if something doesn't have a heart, it can't fall in love with you. remember that,
remember that before you fall in love with one.'
and i don't know what scares me more -
the memories of her horror stories, or the fact that this boy has a heart.
'you'll feel better tomorrow morning,' she tells me. 'i promise.'
lights are swirling in the background, forming shapes. there's a heart made of an icy blue, i notice, and raindrops made of black. 'what am i supposed to feel bad about in the first place?' i ask after a moment.
'you'll see,' she tells me, sadness on her tongue. she turns to leave, dress swirling in the dim lights.
'wait!' i call out, and she turns around. 'who are you?'
'someone you'll know, someday,' she says cryptically.
there's a beating growing in the background now, getting faster as time passes. it reminds me of a time bomb. five minutes
Transformation The transformation was complete. I could hardly believe it. As the pain died down from my arms and exited right out of my fingertips, I felt my form shudder, and halt to a stop. My breathing was still a bit irregular, but my hearing was perfect again, and I could hear my breath rushing in and out.Transformation8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The fire had gone.
It had burned me for the last three days, wrenching my soul apart, lighting every fiber in my body, every molecule in me it had consumed my being, making me writhe in pain, but I was only unconsciously aware at that time. I had thought let the pain stop, please, let it stop Ill do anything.
But no matter what I did, what I thought, what I shrieked, the fire would not go out. It would not distinguish, but it continued to burn me until I really thought I was on fire. I could feel sparks, or electrical shocks, down each hair, each folli
In The EyeTeatime wandered into the infirmary, looking rather dazed, holding a bloodied shirt up to one eye.In The Eye9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Excuse me," he said to the room in general, "but I wonder if anybody would care to take a look at this?"
And then he fell over.
The woman in charge of the Guild's infirmary rushed over. True, it was Jonathan Teatime - and who hadn't heard the stories about him? - but, well, he was still only a boy. And there was quite a lot of blood...
She pulled the shirt he'd been using as a rag gently away from his face, and gasped.
Teatime began giggling. "It's all gone, isn't it? Oh, dear..."
There were lots of things that Teatime didn't understand. He didn't really understand friendship, for one, or fighting fair, or some of the subtlieties of language.
But he grasped the importance of stories very early on. And he was always good at spotting patterns.
Eyes featured a lot in stories and tales and myths. Most of the time in boring, silly ways, but in his favourite ones - the ones with barga
HopeI'm plauged in a worldHope10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That never ends
Alone in this place
I am condemned
Cursed to this life
Which has no plan
The pain in my heart
can no more expand
Watching and waiting
Just wishing to die
My soul is aching
My dreams cannot fly
I'm a person with talent,
A future to uphold,
But those are just many
Lies I have been told
I feel like I'm walking,
But not going any where
There is plenty of time,
But not one second to spare
Why am I still living?
What do I expect?
That an angel will come down
And save me from this wreck!?
Yet...there must be a small
Hope hiding inside,
Because surely I would
Have already died
How will I find this
Hope I seek?
When everything I hold
is so dark and so bleak
This must be the treasure
I've been waiting to find.
I cannot wait until the day
I will claim it as mine!
Hopefully, it's truth
will not stand to wait,
Because too soon,
Will be too late.
NephilimNephilim11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the edge of forever...
we, the blanched and torn;
stitched from silk,
sheathed in lace.
The rubies stain our souls,
But you need not be afraid.
it writhes, it writhes!
the madness ensues,
the pain subsides.
screeching for our
Love in vein.
The eyes roll back;
this is our game.
Speak your mind--
now is Our Time.
All this and disregard.
Men can be raped tooMen can be raped too5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Myth: Men can't be sexually assaulted.
Reality: Men can be, and are, sexually assaulted every day. Any man can be sexually assaulted regardless of their size, strength, appearance, occupation, race or sexual orientation. Male rape can happen at home, work, out doors, in a car, in the military, prisons, in locker rooms, rest rooms, public toilets, in fact just about anywhere a rapist thinks they can get away with it, and it can happen to any male.
It should also be noted that it is not unusual for a male to "freeze" during a rape, in part due to shock, and fear of ones life. Remember, the rapist will no doubt have done this before, and hence be prepared for what happens, but few, if any men, have even considered in their mind the possibility of such things happening and are thus totally unprepared.
Myth: Only gay men are sexually assaulted.
Reality: Although gay men are raped slightly more often than heterosexual men this is due more to the fact that they can be the target an
Time Will Heal The ScarsTime Will Heal The Scars13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Time Will Heal The Scars
The wind blew through his curly black hair as he blew into his saxophone, standing on the boardwalk listening to the sounds of the beach. He had been playing in this spot for years, and the sound to him was like an old shoe. The kind of memory that he could not throw away despite how useless it was. His saxophone case was nearly empty of the coins and bills that it usually contained. Tourist season had ended, and like the birds, everyone had migrated elsewhere for the winter months.
There was a chill on the air coming off the ocean. The man put down his saxophone to rest, leaning his thin back up against the railing of the boardwalk. At 45, he had been gifted with a young face, but the years of playing outside just for money had taken their toll on his hands, and they bore the marks of someone twice his age. He sat with his fingers clasped over his knees and stared out at the ocean, its green-blue waves throwing themselves on the sand with a fury that co
Hot SlotsHot Slots7 years ago in Erotic More Like This
I wouldnt say Im sexually attracted to my dorms card reader, but Id be lying if I said I didnt get a certain charge from it. All doors into the old brick building are unlocked by swiping your student ID through a reader next to the door. Theyre small grey boxes with a keypad, a small LED display, 3 indicator lights (green for open, red for not and yellow for error) and a long, deep chasm with a magnetic strip reader. The west door is particularly finicky. She never opens on the first swipe unless you do it just right. If you dont have that touch, she wont let you in until youre almost tired from swiping your card.
Weve experimented, she and I. Once in a while shed let me in with one swipe, just to tease me. Tricky girl. I played around with her slot, swiping my card in and out of her at varying rates. It turns out she likes it slow. You cant just throw your card through and hope to get in. It has to be gentle and s
The Difference btw. you and me We're differentThe Difference btw. you and me7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You and I
You lead, I follow
You're found, I'm lost
do you know?01.do you know?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
do you know how badly
she wanted you to breathe?
she'd take polaroid snapshots of the air around you
and she stuck all onehundredeightythree photos
in a little photo album
that she labelled help
so that, maybe,
if she helped you take those breaths
she could finally be your reason for living
since she could never be
just by herself.
do you know how badly
she loved you?
everytime you stepped into the room
it seemed like you'd replaced all the oxygen
and she couldn't breathe
but she loved that glorious feeling of you filling her lungs
pulsing through her veins
and even when she got lightheaded and saw stars
not one of them was more brilliant
do you know how badly
she missed you?
she spent every night awake until the sun came up,
waiting for her phone to ring
and your name to flash on the screen
but all she ever got
was a beep and a warning: low battery
and those dark circles under her eyes
and she wrote you letters
telling you everything she couldn't pu
Fangirl PledgeSee the artists comments before reading, plz. ^^Fangirl Pledge7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
MY PLEDGE AS A FANGIRL
I am a fangirl of one or more anime characters. However, I am taking this pledge because I am a realistic fangirl, and I refuse to be clumped with the ones going ZOMG! ________ IS SO HAWT, AND WE ARE GETTIN MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!1!! In other words, as a fangirl, I realize that
1. My favorite character is not real, nor will he ever be.
2. I am not married/going out with/have been raped by my favorite character. You would think that, for most people, this would be in accordance with #1. It isnt.
3. There is not a single anime character out there that is actually in love with me or any OC created by myself or others. (i.e. Gaara is not going to suddenly burst out in the middle of an episode saying: Its not true! I dont only love myself! My heart belongs to _______-chan!)
4. No matter how many times I prove my devotion to him, there is no such thing as the nu
Irony 101Irony: the radio only seems to play the songs that remind me of youIrony 1015 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Irony: Russian Roulette is not the same when you win; neither is iTunes shuffle
Irony: Social Anxiety Disorder = SAD
Irony: a popsicle is not lunch
Irony: this format hurts my eyes,
Irony: but so do you
Irony: realizing that you're both in this fucking library
Irony: returning to the scene of the crime
Irony: getting queasy before i realize you're right next to me
Irony: walking away from you just to run into you
Irony: that happened twice
Irony: i really mean two people
Irony: that happened two days in a row
Irony: half of these happened on the same day
Irony: i might be exaggerating...
Irony: ...but i swear it's all the truth
ynori: sdrawkcab leef em ekam uoy
Irony: that was a pain to type.
Irony: that was also cliche.
Irony: you don't even know what i'm talking about.
Irony: neither do i.
Irony: okay, i really do. but no one else does.
IRONy: Iron II Oxide is an i(r)onic comp
hearts on notebook paperi.hearts on notebook paper6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today i drew a heart on a piece
of notebook paper, attempting to
be discreet so you wouldn't see
the anguish in my eyes for every time you
smiled at another girl.
(because the world gets so clear
when i look in your eyes, and i
disintegrate when i don't.)
melatonin won't help me
sleep and cleanse my mind of you.
ritalin won't help me concentrate and
block out the image of your eyes.
(the colour of the sky
before it fades into night, enough to
make any unscathed heart rip open.)
i once dreamt that we stood on top
of the eiffel tower and you
wiped the tears from my face, and
every drop formed into a heart
on your fingertips. we learned the
language of romance; eloquence
falling from our lips as all of paris
painted red hearts on their easels.
i have grown tired of being discreet. the
way you say my name differs from the
way that other people say it. the smoke
from our cigarettes lingers above us
like an incomplete sentence;
the words we want to say.
(if you loved me, you
No Offense"No Offense"No Offense10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Friday morning, last day of school. Summer's drawing closer, and there was only a few hours left before vacation was here. Christina was steadily eyeing the clock just to make sure the day's going normal. There was no one in class yet besides me and her, since she was so excited to get out of school, and I had nothing better to do in the morning. Christina was a cheerleader, one of your stereotypical dumb blondes. She was a bit short, about 5'3", about 115 pounds, a lot of it in her DD breasts, which were quite large for a junior in high school. She, of course, had blonde hair, semi-curly and back-length, and long legs for her short body. And yes, being stereotypical, she was a blonde cheerleader, who had been dating a varsity football player.
Christina was a bit inconsiderate at times, possibly hurting someone's feelings without meaning too, and not apologizing or consoling them when it's obvious they're hurt. She just criticized some people for bein
she threw loveshe threw love at the trees and watched it tangle in the branches, and cling like dew drops on the leaves. love belonged there.she threw love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
love belonged with the trees.
she threw love at the children and watched them dance around with it twirling behind them like ribbons, and tied in their hair. love belonged there.
love belongs with the children
she threw love at the sea and watched it sink and swirl in the waves, and follow the schools of the fish through the corals and the weeds. love belonged there.
love belongs in the sea.
she threw love at a window. a car. a park bench.
she threw love at anything but you. because love doesn't belong with you.
Video File 616---Search: Video File 616---Video File 6168 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
---Title: Group Research---
--- Research Topic Subject: Psychosis, Cannibalism, Delusional Insanity, Murderous Insanity, Possible PAK Defection, Possible Over-activity in the Brain---
---Patients: Gar, Neep, Sideos, Sirra, Tika---
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Dr Feto sighed as she sat on her small, red cushioned chair. The seat had back cushion then small curved support, then the seat. It looked rather like a cheep office chair.
'Why am I always the one to be picked to deal with the psychos?' She wondered as her eyes watched the door with a bored interest.
Feto was an averaged sized irken with pinkish-red eyes, long female eyelashes, light green skin, a slim frame and a pair of neck length curled antenna. She was wearing her researc
Short: A Bit More BulkA Bit More BulkShort: A Bit More Bulk6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
Story by PyroWildcat, Idea by Test-0
The sidewalk was bustling as Heather tried to walk down it. 'Tried', of course, being the key world, as she was constantly being pushed backwards by people going the opposite direction as her; Heather was a very slight girl, and her reed-thin body was good for some things, but not so much for forcing her way through a crowd of people much larger and heavier than her. She would take a few steps forward, only for more people to come from the other way to drive her back again.
It wasn't long before Heather's patience wore out, and she rushed into the first store she could find to escape the teeming masses. Finally in an area that was relatively quiet, the girl had a chance to catch her breath; looking around, Heather noted that she seemed to be in an antique store of some kind, with a fairly bland-looking guy behind the counter. A few of the knick-knacks around seemed interesting, and Heather mentally noted the store's location for futu
TrueYou touched my lipsTrue6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You touched my hips
And didn't let me go
You kissed all of my scars
You kissed me until I saw stars
And didn't ever go
You held me to you
You held me so I knew
That you would never make me go
But all things change, my dear
You've gone away and taken my heart from here
I wish I could once again meet you
But I know now that we're through
Just give me another broken smile
Just watch with me another worn out sunset
Just look at me with your borrowed eyes
Just once again be the reason for all my sighs
I loved you
I think you knew
I love you
For ever I am true
ATG: InflatressLaetitia had a wonderful life. The coastal resort they were shooting the swimsuit section of the catalog was heavenly. Clear water, clearer skies, warm sun and clean sand. The supermodel backstroked towards the beach, her slim arms and shapely but powerful legs driving her through the water. Still many yards out she rolled over onto her flat stomach and began to stroke for home when something below her in the water caught her eye. No expert in tropical marine life, she was certain that there wasn't normally anything that glowed bright green in these waters.ATG: Inflatress9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Sucking in a lungful of air she dove down through the surf, making the few yards between her and the bottom with no effects from the pressure. Laetitia had always been a great swimmer, handled pressure well and her eyes weren't too bothered by salt water so she could see around her. She drifted down to kneel on the sandy bottom
Beached The Expanded TalesBeached The Expanded Tales9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Get it Jeffy!" pinged Elu's voice down into the depths where 'Jeffy' pursued the lobster. It scuttled backwards under a shelf of coral out of his reach. Jeffy, or Jeffrey rather, circled around the outcropping looking for a way to get at it. Somewhere in the brightness above him where the sun was shining into the water Elu offered him critique on his form. "Don't approach the hard shelled from the front, they dart for the protective cover with a flick of thier tails, get between them and their refuge!". This came to Jeffery as a series of squeeks and clicks, Elu's native tongue which he translated easily...speaking it however..."Jeffy know, Jeffy try!" was the best he could manage.
Normally she'd be taking a more active role in hunting but pregnant as she was, she wasn't as agile as she normally was nor did she have the stamina, which left him on his own to be provider. He clenched his teeth and went flat on the sandy bottom, peering beneath the rock. I could just se