Society.Society is the cruelest of people.Society.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She praises those who are familiar with her sisters, wealth and fame.
But she puts down those who are close to her brothers, Shame and poverty.
She makes the brave and strong into the poor and lame with her silver tongue.
Her laugh hurts the souls of what she calls "Lower class." as she laughs with her favored "Upper class".
Her smile startles the lower class, they ask "Why must you look at me so?" And she sarcastically replies "No reason."
She is a tyrant in a easily manipulated world, who can only be stopped by her elders, war and death.
FreerunningFreerunning9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The trees rattled as two men flew by. They jumped down and rolled through impact, loosing no momentum. "The reason I love this sport so much," the French black man said in-between breaths, "Is because anyone can do it! That's why it was invented."
A week ago, one bored British suburbanite, Ryan, would never have dreamed of doing what he was. Ryan had always been classified as a nerd, even though his wiry, athletic body didn't lend itself to that image. Part of why it didn't was freerunning, and he wanted to personally thank the creator, Manning.
Instead, they were sailing over chain-link fences. The two lone souls jetted towards some tunnels, though this was the most together Ryan had felt in his life.
As they darted over poles and through bars, they started to collect more friends of all shapes and sizes. Manning's moves were paralleled by Ryan and mimiced by their followers. A once barren sidewa
ParkourYou will see themParkour4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In the middle of town
Running and flipping
Always upside down.
Their feet are always moving
With their hands as support
Doesn't matter if the shoes get fucked;
New ones can be bought.
On grass, cement
Or even jumping on cars
Their minds are crazy
With their sexy parkour scars.
A computer for others
But the city is their playground
While experiments are being done;
This is how tricks are found.
Rolling on the floor, climbing a tree
Or walking on their hands
Doesn't matter what they're up against
They'll conquer all the lands.
It's not an easy sport
But it involves fun and laughter
The guys are a team;
Soon joining is their female partner.
No rules to follow
They make up their own
You see them jumping and turning
While you're on the phone.
There's nothing to compare
With what you feel
But all that counts is
Everything they do is real.
Call them crazy
But I call them my supermen
Once an awesome trick is done
Get them to do it again!
Soon there will be complaints
Skeleton Boy Saves His SkinO' Gather 'round, children. I'll tell you a taleSkeleton Boy Saves His Skin7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of a skeleton boy who was bony and pale.
For the first act, our story is all fun and games
But at the end of part one, we see everything changes
We see Skeleton Boy's snatched by the prince of all darkness.
'Tis back to trickster mythology that this storyline harkens.
And so Skeleton Boy must get out of this fix
And find ways to outsmart all his captors with tricks
So prepare for fantastical mischief in:
Skeleton Boy Saves His Skin
by Thomas Boguszewski
Deep underground, there was a boy who was dead
Then out of the ground popped his skeleton head.
He pulled his dead body up through all the red stone
And sat, his head rattling, upon his old headstone.
Skeleton Boy wanted mischievous fun
So he took to his heels and had a good run.
Our hero was hungry, and he saw a big rabbit,
So he set up a trap in order to nab it.
Once the rabbit was caught, the boy made rabbit stew.
But since he was bones, it fell right on through.
Soon after tha
parkour...PARKOUR...Read the description dammit.parkour...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Its more than a sport
Its more than running and jumping .
They call us spazzes and daredevils
I call us free
We love parkour
We practice it
Me personally I live for it
I embody it
I take one step towards my gap .
Im in the air and Im free
No more troubles no more gravity
Im free and its because of parkour
They call us spazzes and dare devils
By: Jaamal Smith
SoxMa Poison Chapter 3SoxMa Poison Chapter 33 years ago in Romance More Like This
The darkness was thick. Soul felt like he was floating in inky blackness but he couldn't move. There was something almost comforting about the void. Like it was a reflection of the loss he felt; a cold, endless nothing that was slowly becoming part of him. He was no longer in darkness, he was the darkness. Laughter echoed from nowhere in particular and seemed to surround him.
"What's the point? Hhahaha What is the point? HAHAHAHAHAHA!!"
"Soul?" Stein asked. Soul hadn't said a word since he sank to his knees. He stayed so perfectly still it was as if Soul had been replaced with a statue of grief. Then he began to laugh. Quietly at first but quickly growing until it filled the space and echoed off the walls. Soul lunged forward with out warning, swinging a transformed arm wildly but Stein was ready. He stepped back and to the side allowing the maddened teen to fly passed. Soul babbled insanely as his attack missed landing him hard on the floor.
" ..i GeT iT heHehE
A Call To ArmsOutcasts.A Call To Arms3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't Let Them See Your Pain When You Fall.
Stand Up, Be Above The Rest
Let Them See Your Weakness,
Not Just Your Best.
We Are The Outcasts.
We Stand For The Stories Of Love, Life, And Never Giving In.
We Fall For Love,
We Despise The Ability To Lose, Instead Of Win.
Give Them A Flash Of Your Strength,
Give Them Your All.
Little Monsters, Fiends of Heartbreak,
Come To Me,
Give The Happy and Unscathed A Reason To Shiver and Shake.
I da H8 da englishDeer Mr techer boss guyI da H8 da english2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I a h8te english. English is da woerst subjict in me hole skool. Wee al no how 2 tallk hour languge so y do wee ned to learns it. I's already good at da English so whyed me have to take it. English suxs! Speeling suxs! gramar suxs! how neds English anyweys. Hoo 3ver made da book is a dumy. Because dey 4got da on buton whitch make it useless knows . English for nerds. Writing is dum! We hav teknowloge anyweys. My aple computre wil dose it 4 me anweys. Speel chek is the beast. Butt I so goods at engish I do knots ned it anyweys . Whens wel I da need da stuped English anwyas. I nose big words. Lik beecuse becusse is 9 words loneg ( I goods at maths 2) my English techer tolds me that I neds to inproffe me's English. My techer is a dumy dumy. He do knot nose what da goods 4 me. Y do wees weast hours timies lerning this poo. Infects wee shood benn it. Been it 4rom hour skools. Been it 4rom da cuntry. Been it 4rom da worleds. English is pisioning
They Promised MeThey promised to take off the chains,They Promised Me3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
to finally let me be free,
They promised to take away the blindfold,
and finally let me see,
They took the breath away from me,
fed my soul to their followers,
bit into my heart and let it bleed,
and let my pain go over their shoulders,
They stitched my mouth with vicious lies,
took me like simple prey,
tapped into my most inner thoughts,
and let them drain away,
They promised me that everything would end up okay,
that the torture wouldn't last,
promised me I would have a future,
one without regret of the past,
They trained me to sit and be quiet,
not to struggle or search for a sound,
said if I was to try and reach for help,
my hope to be free would suddenly drown,
They told me I wasn't worth their important cause,
so today they finally told me,
that I was to be let go,
that I would soon be free,
They said that I could finally look,
that the first thing I would see,
is a light that shines so bright,
it is impossible to flee.
Thinking of You Part 1Thinking of You Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A cool summer day, brisk July evening. Everyone was giddy and excited for the upcoming Fourth of July Firework show. Even with the war still raging on, most of the men gone and the women hard at work, there were a few that were still there helping out best at home. But months ago before summer had even begun, there was a boy named Steven, a what used to be lanky, small blonde who had changed over the course of rigorous training and some experimental drugs that were runned by the highest of the high. At the time it was the dawn of a era known as Tony Stark's time to shin, though Steve and the infamous Stark had little to no contact, he did see him working along side Abraham Erskine, the German doctor who had worked somewhat with the previous Stark before his untimely death. Steve met that man only once, and had liked him but sad as it was he had been taken from the world too soon so his son stepped in. A sophisticated looking man from the clothing he wore, but from his manners- or there
A report on Bronies.There are many questions that rise when it comes to Bronies and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic on the Internet. Why are there so many people on the internet who watch the show? Why is it that most of those people are teenage and adult males? And what is the meaning behind the whole Brony community?A report on Bronies.2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Those questions are what can drive internet users to the sensation that blew the web's mind, or turn them against it.
Let's start with the origins of the web sensation.
On 10th October 2010, the first episode of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic aired on US TV channel: The Hub. At first, only those of the show's target audience would have been expected to watch the show but that was just a theory. After the show's first episode aired, the show caught the attention of not only young girls, but older users who were aged at least fourteen years and older (some probably being younger) who were male. They were users of the website known as 4chan who began to comment on how they enjoyed the
IndistinctYou have not a voice, so that you can whisper.Indistinct2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then how will you your secret tell?
When you say nothing.
Because you cannot.
You have not color, for the daylight to see.
So how may I know of your secret, do tell me?
When there is now nothing to look upon.
Because the light won't let me.
You have not kindness in your inherited temper.
So how can you give away so much?
When all you have is love.
You are of so many riddles.
Who, you cannot manifest,
Though I know, you biggest riddle is empathy.
The Last LetterDear Cacee,The Last Letter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm glad I waited to write this as long as I have. 5 months ago I would have told you about all the things we would do once we got into the world. I would have told you all I would do for you. 3 months ago I would have told you I missed you. I was lonelier than I had ever been before after I couldn't talk or see you anymore. I missed the way you made me feel most of all. 6 weeks ago I would have told you about how much my feeling have diminished over time. I would have told you I was moving on and I would have thanked you for all the memories. I would have thanked you for showing me the best sides of myself. Of course this brings me to now. What do I want to say that all those times I couldn't say? That is very simple. It is that I will always miss you. Over the last 6 weeks I have come to realize there is a part of me that will always wish you would come back. I have also come to accept that you never will. You have shown me through your actions that you have moved on and
PoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 4Officer Captor scampers into the police department with a folder in tow. His destination is Officers Harley and Vantas who are currently sitting at their desk working. When Karkat can hear the yellow blood's panting, he turns away from his work.PoliceForcestuck: The Bookstore 42 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please tell me that's the fucking results," the troll begs.
At reaching the end of his run, Officer Captor leans on Karkat's desk for suppport, "Yeah,
I got it." He hands it to Karkat before collapsing on the floor.
Karkat carefully inspects it, "Did you read it?"
"No," Sollux gasps, "I saved it for you guys. So for all that is decent in this shit hole
"Come on Karkat," Jade encourages at her desk, "It's been three days! We need to get a
move on already."
Officer Vantas waves her away, "Fine, fucking fine I'll read it." He flips the folder open
and reads the results to himself. "I don't believe it."
Jade sits at the edge of her seat, "What is it?"
Karkat looks at her straight in the eye, "It's nothing. Only junk." He throws the folde
Movie Night Assassin's Creed FF AUSuddenly the TV screen turned from dark and scary to glaringly bright and cheery as yet another commercial interrupted the movie.Movie Night Assassin's Creed FF AU3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We should've just gotten a DVD..." Altair groaned. He nuzzled closer to Malik as he muted the TV. For a while they blankly watched the screen. A group of very stylish looking teenagers featured in an ad for CREED sweaters. At the end the brand's motto 'Everything is permitted.' flashed across the screen.
"Guess what..." Malik said, looking away from the TV and at Altair next to him. " 'Everything is permitted' is actually the second half of the last words of the first Hashishin leader: 'Laa shay'a waqi'un moutlaq bale kouloun moumkine.' "
"Nothing is true, everything is permitted...", translated Altair, thoughtfully. "Where do you get all these random facts?"
"You know" Altair said. "I'm wearing a CREED hoodie right now. Does that make me an assassin?"
Malik chuckled quietly. "I doubt it...."
Altair sat up, pulling his hood up and down low o
You Forget.Doors close and sometimes they don't openYou Forget.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you might be trapped in a dark room
but that doesn't mean that there isn't any light outside
It's a shame to see you go, I don't want to forget you
But everything's forgotten in the end
the feeling fades and soon you can't remember the day
or the month
or the year
much less the moment.
You forget, and that's humanity's tragic downfall.
It won't be long now, it won't be long until you're gone
but I'm begging you not to go
Please don't go, please don't leave before it's started
You're floating away and it's not fair,
nothing about this is fair
and my heart is shattering and splintering
and I can't grasp the pieces quickly enough
I can't gather them all
But maybe a piece will get stuck with you
and then you can take care of it from wherever you are
(I hope it's nice there, please let it be nice.)
so I guess that's okay
It won't be long now, it won't be long until you're gone
And I won't forget you
So, About Last December...He called me impossible,So, About Last December...2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
He said a beauty like me
Can't bloom in the December cold.
He said I was a rare type of rose,
But he picked me before I was grown,
From the dirt that surrounded my toes.
And I smiled, so eager to go,
So desperately wanting to know,
What it felt like to be loved.
On the surface,
Everything had been changed.
But I was nervous,
'Cause inside, I was the same.
I was desperate to prove that I could love,
After all the heartless things I had done.
I was desperate to feel good enough,
No one ever wanted me before he showed up.
But I was using his love
To help me be seen,
While he scaled the walls I put up;
I made it so easy.
I swear that next time,
I won't be so blind.
I called him impossible,
I said I was undeserving
Of this boy's pure and honest soul.
I said I fell head over heels,
But my mind screamed "This love isn't real.
Stop admitting to things that you don't even feel."
And he smiled, so eager to take
The innocence that still remained,
Until it hurt to be loved
I Just Want You To KnowI just want you to know that II Just Want You To Know2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
find you unbearable sometimes.
The way you speak to me
in a manner that is full of pretense
and mask your hatred in smiles.
But sometimes I really like you
and glad we're friends.
I just want you to know that I
find you rather attractive.
I like the way your hair falls
and the way you slip your hand into mine
and the feeling it gives me.
I love the way I feel about you.
I want you to talk to me more and
have conversations that last for a long time
and for us to hang out often and
just be each others'.
I just want you to know that I
find you adorably kind.
The things that we talk about
and your reactions to my actions
and how you show me that at least
one person will always care for me
no matter what I do
just make me want to always be close friends.
I just want you to know that I
find you completely annoying.
The face you make when someone
mentions a thing or person you don't like
or the way you try to escape every task
and complain about it like it's som
Until the Day I die Brother - Prussia and GermanyUntil the Day I die Brother - Prussia and Germany2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This story is based on the Hetalia Cosplay video "Untill the Day I die", preformed by VandettACosplay on youtube. I absolutely adore their Hetalia CMV videos. They also allow others to write stories based on their videos so this is what my story is. All credit goes to VandettA though. If you haven't seen it you re really missing out because it is awesome, you can watch it here:
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Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart for you
Until the day I die
I'll spill my heart
Prussia blinked his tired red eyes open, he sat up fast, panting and out of breath. He reached up slowly and pushed his silver-white hair out of his face that was sticking to his forehead due to the fact that he had been sweating like crazy. This 'Awesome' country was constantly haunted by nightmares, bad nightmares, sometimes he would even wake up screaming for the Holy Roman Empire. He would just brush the
PoliceForcestuck: Nightlife 2A troll drags twenty-five pounds of garbage out of his restaurant. He groans from the pressure against his old back. The garbage stops moving for a second for the troll to wipe yellow sweat from his forehead. Why did his employees have to go home early on garbage night? They're just a bunch of lazy pests.PoliceForcestuck: Nightlife 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He returns to the trash dragging it to the front of his pizza joint. The troll sighs; a
job is finally done right. Now, he can go home and take a nice bubble bath-
A flying object hits and knocks down the trash can, spilling its contents. He sees that
the object is a now broken glass bottle of water.
Phizles looks up at his caller. Someone is standing in an open roof limo window shouting
"Look at me now Phizles! I'm Vriska Fucking Serket!" She cackles at him and drops back
into the limo.
Jade Harley worries, "You didn't hit anyone did you Vriska?"
She continues to laugh, "No I didn't, but you should've seen his face. That'll teach him
for treating me like shit w
A Nerdy Love PoemBefore you arrived,A Nerdy Love Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you annoying buffoon,
My life was more barren
than the sands of Dune.
And then you appeared,
Like a Doctor from space,
with your ridiculous clothes
and your comical face.
We're not like Edward and Bella
and their blather of fate:
We're like Sauron and Voldemort
deciding to date.
See, I'd travel to Mordor
with you any day.
We'd be like Frodo and Sam,
but a little less gay.
The Capitol couldn't stop us!
. . . that's totally a lie:
if we started rebellions
we'd probably die.
We'd feast in King's Landing
on lamprey and tarts
then murder our enemies
with thousands of farts
Our house words would NOT
be "stupid and fat"
though I like "moon of my life"
much better than "brat."
Whenever you're sweet
I think it's a fluke,
but if you were nice all the time
you wouldn't be Luke.
But I like you a lot,
even though you're a pain.
Like how Serenity's crew
still hasn't killed Jayne.
You give my life meaning,
you silly old man,
like the Joker needs Batman
for all of his plans.