My Invisible LifeMy Invisible Life1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Invisible Life
On the surface of anxiety
Getting used to this melancholy
They'd always be here to help
I've always only had myself
Opening the gates to this hell
And the screams are revealed
I let my sorrow and resolve meld
My desires are overtaken
I know this isn't right
But my lies weren't convincing
So this will always be my invisible life
Go Get A Roomie: There for Each OtherRoomie sits at the end of the bar;Go Get A Roomie: There for Each Other1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beer in hand, with a permanent grin splitting her face.
In the bar stool beside her is another lovely young woman; Ramona.
She is a little far gone, and is all over Roomie;
Flirting with her and spouting drunken sweet talk.
Then again, there are other women doing the exact same thing as Ramona.
And why not?
They all see Roomie as an overpoweringly sensual presence,
An amazing woman who could do no wrong.
They think that she is perfect.
She is all for having sex with some of these young women
But Roomie is well aware that some of their feelings of adoration and lust
Will turn into love.
She pretends to be happy as can be, sipping her beer as she flirts back with them.
But behind her brilliant blue eyes is a sadness and a depth
That no one else can fathom.
Sitting in the shadows sits her stoic friend, Lillian,
Who watches Roomie with a mixture of disinterest at all of the flirting
And a fascination at how she seems to be not paying attention as much as
As the Wheel TurnsAs the Wheel Turns1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
As the Wheel Turns
Snips and Snails were dripping sweat as they struggled to drag along the heavy wooden cart that dug into the ground. The cart plowed up the dirt and left a sizable trench in its wake. They looked at one another, tired and worn out from pulling the new tyrant of ponyville to the edge of the forcefield. They stopped for a moment to take a quick break. As soon as they had stopped, a glowing red whip snapped at their backsides from mid-air.
"Pull you fools!" the whip snapped it at them twice more. "Somepony set off the magic forcefield and Trixie intends to punish them!" shouted Trixie as she prepared to whip her subjects once more for good measure. She did not have to go through with the final whip, as the two simpletons had begun to move twice as fast as they previously were. Snips craned his head back towards the unrelenting whip wielder.
"But wouldn't it be faster if we had some wheels?" he asked nervously, his voice higher than usual.
Trixie's head snapped up and he
Christian Persecution in the USAA lot of Christians seem to be fond of crying about the oppression they experience in American society. My first response is to laugh, but a lot of these people take themselves very seriously so I feel like I should give them a semi-serious answer to some of the claims I've heard. By "semi-serious", I mean I will include some facts but I will still have a deriding attitude. I can only try so hard. Now usually, I don't like formatting a question-answer session against an imaginary opponent since it seems unfair, but this isn't really an imaginary opponent. All of these statements or questions have been put to me before so, as far as I'm concerned, they are fair game.Christian Persecution in the USA1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Christianity is becoming endangered."
Honey, this is America. Christians are the vast majority in this country. A 2007 poll places the percentage at 78.4% Christian . The vast majority of our politicians and even our president identifies as Christian. The fact that people were
Frozen Heart Prologue - Hurting ChildFrozen Heart Prologue - Hurting Child1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A light on the Globe in North's workshop flickers brightly, then dims to almost nothing before brightening once more. It is an anomaly the older Guardians have come to dread seeing. It means a child requires their help now more than they ever have in their short lives.
Jack floats in front of the light, watching it curiously. The child's location is somewhere in North America, and if Jack's estimates are correct, the child is actually located around Jack's home of Burgess, Pennsylvania.
"So what does this mean?" Jack breaks the silence, curiosity getting the better of him.
The silence is not broken, so Jack turns his bright blue eyes towards his fellow Guardians. None of them will look directly at him, sending a small shiver down Jack's spine. Did this little light reacting so strangely herald something so terrible?
Jack floats down to stand before North. "North, what does that mean?"
North looks helplessly at Jack. The jolly Russian had hoped their youngest member would not be
Issue On KidsIssue On Kids1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
So I was watching an episode of South Park; the one where Mrs Garrison assigns the Parenting Assignment to the kids, where they have to pair up and take care of an egg like it was a live baby. Later into the episode, she finds out that a law was about to get passed to legalize gay marriage and adoption. So Mrs Garrison pairs Stan and Kyle as parents for the egg assignment, just to prove how dangerous and harmful it is to have two dads. Then she goes out of her way to get the freakin egg smashed so she could 'prove', scientifically, that having same-sex parents is wrong - which involved hiring a bloody assassin, and getting many people hurt/killed in the process. Luckily, she fails, and the law for Same-Sex Marriage and adoption is approved.
So I'm just wondering. What the hell is wrong with her? Or not JUST her, with ANYONE who says that same-sex parents is wrong and harmful?? Just what are you phobes afraid of? What is so freaking terrible about having two dads or two moms
Wonder.Do you fear your own death?Wonder.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.
Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.
Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.
But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.
It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...
I'm afraid of how I'll
For THIS causeFor this cause God gave them up unto vile affections: for even their women did change the natural use into that which is against nature:For THIS cause1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
And likewise also the men, leaving the natural use of the woman, burned in their lust one toward another; men with men working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves that recompense of their error which was meet.
(Romans 1:26-27)Traditionalists are often referring to this passage when making the claim that gays and lesbians are "unnatural" and abandoned by God. However, as seen in my last piece, these people are notorious for ripping Bible verses out of their original context and using them to justify prejudice. Therefore, in order to completely understand this passage and the intent behind it, one must study the context surrounding it.
For this cause God gave them up unto vile affections:
For what cause? Who did God give up? Obviously, this verse
Simon SaysSimon says hop on one foot.Simon Says6 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Simon says wave both hands above your head.
Touch your nose.
Oop, I didn't Simon says! Okay, let's try again.
Simon says take one step forward.
Simon says jump three times.
I didn't say Simon says!
Okay, Simon says to crouch down.
Simon says jump back up.
Simon says take a step to your right.
Simon says go "woo! woo! woo!
Simon says act like a chicken.
*sigh* Tsk tsk tsk. I didn't say Simon says!
America X Reader: Memory Loss CH 3America X Reader: Memory Loss CH 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
At that instant, you felt like everything had frozen in place. You were no longer able to hear the beeping of the monitor as it kept track of America's heart rate. You weren't able to hear the gasps of shock that came from Canada and England. All you paid attention to was America. You kept your gaze fixed on him even though he was drifting his gaze off to one side and looking out the window, totally unaware of the mess he was put into. You felt your throat tighten so much that it was hard for you to even breathe, and you felt tears quickly form in your eyes.
"Um...excuse me," you said softly as you turned around to face the nurse, trying hard to prevent your voice from cracking. "Can you please tell me where the nearest bathroom is?"
"Oh," she said, slightly oblivious to your sudden depressing state. "It's a few rooms to the left of this one. You will see it when you come near it."
You nodded. "Thank you," you whispered before you hastily ran out of the room, turned on your heel, and d
That NEIGHBORHOOD. America x Reader x PrussiaThat NEIGHBORHOOD. America x Reader x Prussia1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Nothing interesting ever happens on WORLD Avenue, a row of apartments along the edge of the city; each apartment was colored differently, yes, but there was literally no one new that came to that part of town. It's not that it was a bad part of the city, it was just the boring part. The parts were the entire elder city folk lived.
Unfortunately for two of the tenants at this apartment complex were Alfred and Gilbert; no, there were not really friends, more like neighbors. They knew of each other, since they both worked in the same office – along with about half of the other tenants – but, beyond that, the similarities ended.
Alfred, a blonde American fellow, lived in the middle of the second floor – apartment 2F – and Gilbert, a nearly ivory-haired German man, occupied the apartment directly adjacent to Alfred's – number 2H. Across the hall, in between both rooms, was apartment 2G; it was unoccupied for the longest time, until one day, as fate would have it, someone moved in.
AmericaxReader - You Need HelpAmericaxReader - You Need Help1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Please, _____. I'm going to die!”
You sighed. Alfred F. Jones, your childish American friend, was begging you for mercy for two hours straight (or so you have counted). You could have given in to his pitiful request, but that would defy the deal you two made.
“Alfred, you are not going to die. You can go one measly day without them.”
He was begging you for permission – permission to eat burgers. As much as you loved the guy, which you literally do, you had to be strong. You couldn't give in to his long, desperate begging or his teary puppy-dog eyes; no matter how much you wanted to. It was the only way if Alfred wanted to see results.
“But _____!” He whined. “I'm going to wither away into nothing if I don't eat anything soon!”
“Yeah, you'll wither away into your own fat,” you muttered. “Look, how about I make you a nice salad?”
The deal you made with Alfred was that if he could lose weight and eat healthier,
.Fragile.I don't think Ermine is like a ferret at all..Fragile.6 years ago in Other More Like This
He looks more...
I can see spidery blue veins
Underneath his paper-thin skin.
It reminds me of china dishes.
Mother used to keep china dishes on a glass shelf
And always told me,
"Do not touch,
Me arrepiento ARGXCHIManuel Pov-Me arrepiento ARGXCHI2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Me despierto y a lo único que atino es a mirar algo asqueado al pequeño espacio que separa al Martín de mi. Decido bajarme de la cama solo para llevarme la maldita sorpresa de que no tengo ni el bóxer puesto. Logro encontrarlo en unos minutos cerca de los pies de la cama.
Hay veces en que me pregunto "¿Por qué chucha me pasa esto siempre?" Digo... se que nunca voy a decírselo ni ninguna wea', pero Martín no es mala persona... solo algo impulsivo. Sin tomar en cuenta que por eso casi siempre se hace el tonto, y que por eso no me deja regañarlo por lo que hace a veces. Pero no me voy a poner a criticarlo. No me gusta hacerlo y además siento que me duele la cabeza como nunca.
Miro de nuevo la cama, una de plaza y media parece, como las de departamento chico, el rubio encima, babeándolo todo mientras duerme.
Me acerco en silencio y le cierro la boca con cuidado. Para qué voy a mentirme a mí mismo de esta manera, e
RyRy: Mrs HarrisRyRy: Mrs Harris10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The woman in the kitchen gave a small jump, as if she had forgotten that there was a party of people for her in the next room. She turned to give him a warm smile. “Why Ryan, I didn’t realize you were there. Can I get you something? Are you hungry?”
Ryan shook his head. If anything, he should be reminding her and Rylie to eat. Rylie herself had been so silent, Ryan wasn’t sure if she had a bite.
“Someone was asking for you,” he said curtly.
“Who was it, dear?”
“I’m... not sure.” To him, everyone at the gathering looked the same. Same frowns, same murmuring manner of speaking, same apparel colour.
“Thanks for telling me Ryan, I’ll be out once I’m finished with the dishes.” She smiled in her black dress and returned to her view above the sink. Hearing the tap water running above the plates and mugs, Ryan knew that it was time for him to leave. But his feet wouldn’t b
Who are you? "A cat just died."Who are you?1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Optimist: " Cat's have nine lives! He'll be back by tomorrow."
Pessimist: " Oh poor kitty, its poor owner is going to be so sad; he won't have any friends anymore."
Realist: "The cat died... Lets bury it."
Sentimentalist: "The Cat just died! We should hold a funeral, and have flowers on its grave every day for a month and then once every month!"
Fatalist: "Okay, the cat died."
Opportunist: "We could trace the causes of death for research purposes."
Sadist: "Oooh! I can take the cat to my basement and do experiments on it! And make the kid who owned it witness my scientific adventures! Hahaha!"
Philonoist: "I must go and console the poor child whose cat just died."
Gravity of Devils [one] Jack Frost and Pitch BlackGravity of Devils [one] Jack Frost and Pitch Black1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gravity of Devils [one]
"The world will know your name!"
“Children are beginning to fear me again!”
“I’ve grown quite fond of you, Jack Frost.”
“I won’t let you go.”
“I fear nothing.”
“Only you, Jack.”
Jack woke with a sudden start, nearly falling off of his branch and toppling into a heap of snow beneath him.
He looked around quickly, not really taking anything in, just looking for the source of the voice he thought he heard. He searched the bushes in front of him, the frozen lake beneath him, even the tree itself. There were idle shadows—but he knew better than to linger on them, for his mind sometime played dangerous tricks—but there was no one to be found; at least not in the physical realms around him. Jack slowly settled back down against his branch, his mind still buzzing, his heart beat echoing in his ears and his skin set aflame.
"What a weird dream." He muttered s
LH - Ese ardor poco comun 2Parte finalLH - Ese ardor poco comun 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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Las primeras veces su cuerpo comenzó a provocarle sensaciones nuevas.
Agitación, dolores en el pecho, nervios. Muchos nervios. Eso era lo único que lograba describir al mismo tiempo que se perseguía pensando que la gente se iba a dar cuenta a pesar de las precauciones que tomaba. Sin embargo, ni siquiera el ardor en sus fosas nasales podía detener lo que se había vuelto su nueva adicción; es más, a veces lo disfrutaba.
Comenzó a descuidar las decisiones de su gobierno, permitiéndoles crear todo tipo de nuevas leyes que tiempo atrás nunca hubiera aceptado.
Le costó darse cuenta al principio, lo notó recién varias décadas después cuando lo vio reflejado en su pueblo ya que no era capaz de reconocerlo por si mismo. ¿Qué era lo que le pasaba a su país?
Tired and HungryHe's watching you,Tired and Hungry1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
his eyes are bloodshot and wide awake.
Deep bags under his eyes suggests he hasn't slept in days.
He's been watching you ever since you could remember.
When you open your eyes, he's there.
When you go to sleep in bed at night, he's there.
At the foot of your bed, under your bed, in your closet, outside your window.
He's always there watching.
He has no hair, or does he?
His mouth hangs open with crooked stained teeth, craving to sink into something.
He hasn't eaten in a while.
He hasn't eaten since your pet died.
His mouth drenched in putrid flesh and blood running down to his bloated stomach.
His body is frail, his joins are balls of pain and swelling.
His fingernails dig into your window sill, he scratches at your window.
He wants to come inside.
You turn the other way, and fall asleep.
You hear the scratching stop.
You smell something foul and old, rotten and decayed.
You can feel his presence behind you.