Moon and the BridgeThe stars, spread across the night’s sky, were brighter than usual tonight. The grass felt soft and welcoming with its light touch; the longer I walked, the more therapeutic it felt. Even when my foot scraped against a rock, it didn’t take away from the building serenity; I only needed a few more steps in the grass to wash the pain completely away.Moon and the Bridge5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The last few nights had been too cold for these walks; and when my only way to relieve stress was from walking, it was nice to be able to do just that. Most would argue that I could’ve worn a coat on the colder nights, but it wasn’t the same without the night’s breeze touching my skin, or without feeling the soft kiss of the grass on my feet. I took in a deep breath, and I could almost taste the stars and the clouds. I felt so close to the sky on nights like this.
I traveled as far as I could on the grass. There was a dirt road up ahead, and further up that road was a bridge. I allowed my feet to saturate
10 YouTube Channels that Will Improve Your Writing10 YouTube Channels that Will Improve Your Writing – With Links10 YouTube Channels that Will Improve Your Writing3 months ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
There are a plethora of resources for the beginning writer: from books on writing, to amazing stories, to published writers who regularly blog. Today, I want to share my compilation of important YouTube channels for developing your writing skills, and share why each is important—organized by what purpose they serve. Watch them when bored, listen to them as you clean or when you feel uninspired, and be sure to subscribe to their channels.
Writing Tips and Tricks:
Ellen Brock is a freelance editor who professionally edits novels and does writing seminars. Her videos are very concise, brief; and they show, from an editor's perspective, what makes a good book.
Big Think is actually a compilation of brief seminars on a variety of topics. And they have many videos on the subject of writ
The Lion and the Lamb, Chap 2The Lion and the Lamb, Chap 24 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter Two: Gentle Hands
Warmth welcomed Fluttershy like a friendly neighbor as she regained consciousness. Lifting her head from a deep crimson pillow propped up by the arm of the couch, she noticed she was laying on her right side cocooned snuggly in a thick sky blue quilt. The slight shifted of her body as she tried rolling onto her stomach jostled the sharp sear in her left pastern. The pony nosed aside the fold of blanket covering her leg, eyes widening in shock at what her curiosity had found. Half of her lower leg was wrapped tightly in gauze soaked in a mixture of blood and a brown liquid she guessed was iodine, a startled squeak leaping from her throat at the sight of it.
“Oh, good. You’re awake,” a masculine voice interrupted the silence in the room, causing the pegasus to jump a little.
Turning her head to the right where the voice had originated from, she found a dragon garbed in an apron co
Unable to loveMy love was pureUnable to love10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
feverThis lovefever5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
fingers into flesh
so that -
even in stillness
Believe and Together(Chapter 4)Believe and Together(Chapter 4)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 4-Second Feeling
Tooth lead them to a strange place. It was located under the castle. When they reached there,She introduced to them the place,"Umm,guys...this is the where my task was began. And....". When she turned around,she saw three teeth container on the ground.
"What?Oh,god...the teeth..."She quickly flew to it and checked the container. Unfortunately,it was nothing inside. She felt very sad and just bowed her face. "It's gone...now,all the teeth and my bird..have gone...". North,Sandy,Bunnymund and Jack just felt sympathy about Tooth's lose. Jack came and comforted her,"I'm sorry for you,Tooth...it was our fault..".
Tooth still drowned under sadness. She thanked him while she still bowing her head,didn't wanted to look at his face,"It's okay,Jack...thank you for so caring.". The white haired boy lifted his face and looked to the surrounding. He suddenly saw a big painting on the wall. He asked her,"Umm,Tooth?What is that thing on the wall?".
Jack walked c
Avenge the ShineAvenge the Shine2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Tooth looked mournfully at the teeth in her hands.
"They could have been beautiful." She sighed. She was, however, expecting this. Every year, especially this day, teeth like this that fell out looked awful. If they were alive she would hear them grasping desperately for life and beg to be brushed and flossed. She turned to her Baby Teeth helpers who were also grieving. One who just came back from her mission reluctantly placed another rotten tooth in her hand.
The Tooth Fairy shook her head and placed the teeth on another Baby Tooth's fingers.
"Go clean these up and sort them out." She said softly. The Baby Tooth nodded and went on her way.
Most of the other fairies tapped their tiny knuckles.
"Now, now, girls" Tooth admonished "violence will not solve anything."
The little ones argued about all the other times that this has happened and how it's a growing problem.
"But she hasn't done anything wrong to us." The Tooth fairy replied. The Baby Teeth raised their eyebrows. One more Baby
An old friend (Elias acorn fan fic) Part 1An old friend (Elias acorn fan fic) Part 13 years ago in Profiles More Like This
*Elias sits down in the hall of the acorn republic as word has reached from the freedom fighters an emergency message has been sent to Nicole Via distress signal..
As the council members sit down to analyze the situation, princess sally comes in with sonic the hedgehog and Nicole to discuss solutions to the problem*
Sally: members of the council acorn, I come before you in search for answers and ask permission to file in an investigation on these strange distress signals that have been infiltrating Nicole's software.
Hamlin: would you please remind us of the affect these signals have on this city. How is it affecting us so severally!
sonic: that's why we've come to you guys, we don't know what or who is sending these signals... I mean it could mean someone's in terrible trouble here!!
Rosmarie: that may be true Sonic but you can't just go off into the blue without knowing where the signal came from!
Nicole: I could try to boost the signal to see who was sending it...but it's as if it's
The Parable of the Two ArtisansOnce upon a time there was a travelling merchant. He was an esteemed gentleman who enjoyed many quality things. He knew what he wanted and he knew what they were worth. Today he was searching for ornate ceramic pots, ones that were aesthetically pleasurable as well as structurally sound. He came to a village which, despite its small size, held two artisans. He ordered a pot from each of them. Whoever had come closer to his vision would obtain his permanent service. He would judge their pots in three days.The Parable of the Two Artisans3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The two artisans had different ways of making their craft. The first artisan had studied for many years, honing his craft. Each of his pots were sturdy and proved their function, yet they weren't much to look at. The second artisan came about his own techniques. He chanced designs and structures that the first artisan dared to try. Some of his pots crumbled under their own weight, but others became the envy of the town. The two artisans didn't like each other, or each other's work. Th
Astrologically Challenged“We need to ta- what are you looking at?”Astrologically Challenged2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Oh...but I thought you didn't like them."
“Actually, I hate horoscopes. They lie every single damned time.”
“Not to me they don’t.”
“Sure. You were saying something.”
“We need to break up.”
“I fell in love with you before you were the boy who sang about my problems in your songs, and before you tried to evolve me into your version of a better me and before I saw how you treated your neighbour’s dog and before I knew how much you believed in horoscopes.”
“What’s wrong with horoscopes?”
“Nothing, except for the fact that you never really thought of it as a novel idea that you share the same day as one twelfth of the world.”
“Well you aren’t-”
“I’m not so perfect myself, I know. You loved me better before you read my poetry and understood how damage
Let it ShineSmile at a stranger.Let it Shine5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just do it.
Smile at a stranger.
Until you feel it too
Are a sunshine heart.
Let it shine.
Smile at someone,
And you could change their day.
Happiness is free;
It's something anyone
Can give away.
Smile at someone,
And they'll probably smile back
And that might be
The first time the sun will see
It really is worth while,
Making someone smile.
We are all stories,
We interlock and intertwine -
I am in yours,
As you are in mine.
Brighten someone's story
With your smile.
Make the world shine.
soulswe've lost the touch to reality. we fall in love with strangers, picturing their stories and minds as we please. we start dancing in the streets as at the times we felt no one was watching. we attach to things so easily; to that pen we use everyday to put down our thoughts into words, to that bracelet we got on that trip where we felt everlasting, to that person we met just yesterday and who we can't get our mind off. we're dying and coming alive again with the characters in the books we read, we hold them to our breasts and say "this is me black on white". our mood changes within a second when the first line of this specific song comes on. we lie in the high grass watching the clouds, but they are not clouds. this is a lion and that over there is a kissing couple. we put a life and a mind in every little thing we see; these sparks rising towards the sky long to be part of the stars, this branch got mad at our ignorance and wanted to hit us in the knee, our cat is hurt by our absence fsouls3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awakeTo depression, for creating days without end9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
Old HandsGrandpa was always the one to do thingsOld Hands1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
-with his own hands.
He built his house,
our playhouses, tepees and dream castles
with his own hands.
Age 70 he was still climbing our roof,
(the one of the real house)
with his own hands.
So the worst thing
the worst thing
the worst thing was
when he had to watch our hands
-we all had come to help-
tend to his beloved garden
while his hands could do
The worst thing was
when he died
-on the inside-
'I am so useless.'
And I wished,
and I wished,
What Are You To Me?What Are You To Me?:What Are You To Me?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have walked in this world,
And they have told me of kings.
Of brave rulers who make the tough choices,
Men of example and outstanding character.
But it was then that they said,
What is a king to a God?
What is a mere mortal to a higher power,
One who holds our fate in his hands?
They said he was benevolent and kind,
Wrathful and jealous, magnanimous and selfish alike.
He was the perfect ideal, embodying all things
And we were made in his image...
It was then that I was laughed at,
By he who asked this question:
What is a God, to a non-believer?
One who lives by the truth he sees...
He is the man who acts as per his morals.
He lives through his eyes and is judged by his fellows.
He submits to no higher being, not a one does he fear;
Comfortable with his own conscience...
But all three, I beg; I ask ye this:
For what is a king to a God,
A God to a non-believer,
And all three of them in comparison,
To the madman who watches the world burn...
do you even hear yourself?he declares himself a feministdo you even hear yourself?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"in the purest sense of the word"
and expects every woman to prove that
(to him, specifically)
she is worthy of equal respect
IronmanHear me read itIronman2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
Wish Upon a star ch 6Wish Upon a star ch 63 years ago in Romance More Like This
A bright light hit my closed eyelids making me wake up slowly, to see the sun shining through the window at me. I squinted my eyes and lift my head slightly to see Star lying on top of me, still fast asleep. I slowly rested my head back down on the pillow and looked up at the ceiling, I was trying to remember what happened last night my head was killing me.
Then I remembered that damn stripper's pole and that I crashed pretty hard last night. I turn my head to see Ashley already awake, he was looking down at his phone for whatever reason. "Morning." I said, basically scaring the crap out of him. He looked over at me then at the still sleeping Star.
"She really is pretty." Ashley said I nodded and played with her hair absent mindedly.
"Yea she really is." I smiled and looked at Ashley. He shrugged and got up to look for some breakfast. He settled with some cereal and milk, my stomach growled but I refused to wake up Star.
"You took a n
5:20i went to the forest5:2010 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to purify my lungs
then i saw the thick
three letter scar
i left in a slender
birch, and wondered how
i could let you poison
another living thing.
moths aren't afraid of pins
till they're stuck to a piece of styrofoam.
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss wherewhat love is not.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
FreedomWe were bornFreedom4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the world
around us. Now,
we're just trying to
Break the chains
We built for ourselves.
I'm the type...to try and smile when they're gunning me down andI'm the type...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I won't tell you until I'm full of empty shells that
the world wasn't built on land but on
a lack of better term for human desire for satisfaction that does not exist.
To be optimistic when one's soul is a realist but
it doesn't matter how many petals you count because
the last draw will always end with a dead end that
takes you to a new beginning where at first you feel..
this is it. And I'm going to make this my
home.. If not for the eyes that prey on your identity while perched on
trees that take root on ground made of greed and
Is happiness a paradoxical conspiracy that finds salvation in the dreaming minds of those awake. Or perhaps just
something I have only caressed but never tasted to
Is suffering that which is beyond the first dream that
we all awaken to after sleeping that first sleep when
we break free of Innocence.
Or are my words not but images that you have unconsciously
Monsters and DemonsI think I'm pretty,Monsters and Demons2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don’t even think that.
I think I'm thin,
But you’re actually fat.
I think my friends
No they don’t, they loathe you.
If fact, no one likes you!
Why are you so mean
I AM YOU!
I am the voice,
Inside your head,
That makes you scream.
I am the monster,
That crawls into your heart,
And gnaws on it,
Until you bleed.
Until you cut.
Until you swallow
The internals of your poisons,
Tiny pill by tiny pill.
Until you fall asleep,
But never wake up.
Then I am finally silent.
But yet you’ve ignore me.
Sometimes you have.
Some days you go on,
Like I am never the bit of fragment
Of the sick twisted imaginat