Personas Chapter 2David poured himself another cup of tea from the still heated kettle on the marble counter. He could hear faint voices from behind the living room door, Sir Roland had insisted on no interruptions while he was reviewing some film. David had sworn on Ziggy's life that he would let no one enter the living room until the film was over.Personas Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Screamin' Lord Byron sat at the dinning table, his forehead resting on the cool wood, moaning dramatically. He did not want anyone to make a fuss over him, but he was making such a song and dance over his 'little headache' that he reminded David somewhat, of some sickly Victorian poet. The Diamond dog sat beneath the counter, munching away at some scraps of leftover chicken from last nights roast.
David strolled over to the table and set his cup down.
"Are you sure there's nothing I can get you Mr Screamin'?" Lord Byron lifted his head momentarily, leaving a white smudge on the table from his bright stage makeup.
"No thank you David." He whispered pathetica
Historias de suicidasHistorias de suicidas para niños de cuarto gradoHistorias de suicidas4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
quería contarte algo:
Cuando estaba en cuarto grado había
un solo manual
para todas las materias
(que eran cuatro)
Era un libro gordo y horrible
porque en esa época las impresiones
y los dibujos
Hechos por algún pobre muerto de hambre
En la parte de literatura había algunos cuentos
que pretendían enseñarte más bien
Un señor que era infeliz y lo único que hacía era trabajar y mirar la tele
le pasaron uno de esos
Infomerciales: una espuma de baño
que Te prometía alegría
Y el infeliz este va y compra no más
Le llega el paquete (con una conveniente elipsis de por medio) y
el tipo llena la bañera se mete adentro y
empieza a echar el jabón ese y
No hay alegría: Echa más y m
InertiaSometimes, I feel so very sorry forInertia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the letters that I write.
Born onto a blank page and
trapped there all their lives.
No new sites to see, no unfamiliar faces to meet;
standing in a lonely row
just to express my thoughts as words,
and yet, completely unable to express their own.
They lie paralyzed in their birthplace
lacking the ability to grow and learn.
Immovable to change for the rest of their lives.
And sometimes, I wonder to myself,
why I choose to be the same.
Meet the CompetitorsIt's a beautiful azure day on Knossos Island as our two teams arrive from New York City by yacht. From our candid interviews as they disembarked, it's clear all the contestants know what they think of each other and what they want.Meet the Competitors4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
First up, let's get to know the cool blue members of the Astronettes!
"I'm always up for exploring, as you know, so Pierrot and I are looking forward to the next few weeks. I can only hope the judges don't think my protein pills are an unfair advantage, or something "
"You know, I'm the one who came up with the name Astronettes for our team! Dave wanted to call it something bland like the Heathens or the Heroes, but I convinced the others to go with something more glamorous. Of course, I'm a born leader and if I can make it to the top of the pops I can certainly make it to the top here! I only wish that Scary Monster wasn't on our team! I don't trust him one bit
Aerith's DeathAerith's Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who knows what would have happened
If I were in your arms instead of you in my embrace
The trees encased for an eternity was a stark whiteness compared to you
Your pale skin was cold, but the blue water even colder
Ripples lapped my waist and the stagnant air was still able to brush your once-pink cheeks
The flowers may die if left untended
Your dreams would become transient if they were left to sit
These troubled thoughts diffused like red blood in water
But Forgiveness would give you a pair of wings
Meeting you lit a chandelier on my faded world
You deftly colored this unchanging existence
And your smile would replay in my dreams or nightmares?
The sky was colorless and yet, it perfectly reflected your pure innocence
You would do the same if Death took me
Tears would escape your eyes before I can fall to the bottom of the lake
FFVII: Aerith's Theme~ Original LyricsFFVII: Aerith's Theme~ Original Lyrics2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Falling deep into a slumber,
Here I stay,
There I lay.
When will it be my time?
Why do you, seem to be,
Like that one, who I held lovingly?
Two hearts, connected as one,
That guides everyone.
I know you can be strong.
Why do you feel wrong?
Why is your pain unheard?
I will be here, waiting forever.
Until you come, my love….
I will be waiting…
Here where I thought we can be free….
Those sky eyes, happily.
Never seem to lose their glow.
Yet I know,
I will have to go away.
I cannot leave you behind.
While darkness clouds your eyes.
Why is this true?
Because of you two,
I could smile,
In this world for awhile.
I could love again.
Don’t cry my friends.
I’ll always be here…
Dead TodayI wake up andDead Today4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
read about it in the journal,
in the deads section
I rise from the bed
and drink water,
the fridge is smelling bad
in the insides
and makes me think of fish factories
nor clothes nor water on me right now
but I put trousers
but not a shirt
and I go out;
the beach is empty and
foggy with dirty fog
The tide is ebbing
and I know it
because it puts to sleep
crap and shit in
the shore and the breakwaters sides,
it is beautiful
as beauty things are
like the smell of rain, or the smell of petrol,
or the word spool
when I'm sinking
my feet in the watery sand
the blond fellow whose parents are Nazis
and do the same,
his feet get greasy and shitty too
how I used to make him cry
and I say: Salinger died today
The journal just gave him
a little line,
on Sunday he'll have a whole page
and pictures and
Are his wives happy? Did they cry already?
I don't know
and the blond fellow whose parents are Nazis
says: I liked Joyc
Beatle Crossover Contest (Dead, but alive)"That song again... Again and again..." the sobs of immortal John Lennon were loud enough for Freddie Mercury to hear, who smiled slightly in his characteristic way and sat next to him. "What's wrong, darling?"Beatle Crossover Contest (Dead, but alive)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John, who after his death in 1980 lived in the Utopian place he used to dream of, directed his gaze to the man with the moustache. "Him," he pointed to the little microscope in which he could observe the people on Earth without any kind of contact.
"Paul." Freddie said.
John sighed, "Paulie..."
"I know you miss him, darling. But you have to stop stalking him every day until he dies. He's still got a long life and he's a very talented musician who still has to keep exploring what he can do."
"But I never got to say sorry or goodbye to him... We were so close and then we got distant... And it was entirely my fault."
Freddie, whose original name is Farrokh Bomi Bulsara, spoke again, "He knows you love him and that you're sorry."
"I was horrible to him!"
"Just wait and live your aft
Personas chapter 3Ziggy was woken early that morning by the sound of a ringing phone. He groaned wearily, kicking off his sequin duvet and sitting up, pulling the embroidered light blocker from his eyes . The drowsy Martian swung his legs over the edge of the bed, sliding his feet into his fluffy red slippers, he rose and staggered out of his room. Ziggy's door was always recognizable by the brightly colored poster of himself on the front with the title, THE GOD OF GLAM ROCK SLEEPS HERE DO NOT ENTER!Personas chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ziggy stood on the landing, trying to look majestic in his bedraggled state. He was wearing no makeup (a rare look for Ziggy) and a billowy silk kimono that was so loose it hung awkwardly from one shoulder, exposing half his chest. His unsprayed hair was sticking up in all directions like a bird nest.
He stood, hands clasped on either side of his abdomen, pouting his lips.
"Lads! The phone is ringing!" Nothing, not an audible moan or stir. "Oh I'll just get it myself then shall I?"
The red head huffed and t
Darkcold, dark, aloneDark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
these are what the voices tell me I will always be,
who are they to judge me?
frozen, afraid, forlorn,
is this all I am,
do we only exist in words?
silent, angry, stuck,
this is how we suffer,
this is how we live,
do we have a choice,
is our fate really set in stone?
our lives are what we make them
bright, happy, warm
this is how it could be
only if we forget,
forget what we once were,
forget all the bitterness inside
noone but you can make it better,
live every day like it was your last,
because it just might be...
100 Writing Prompts1. The love that you give100 Writing Prompts2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2. Life is a journey
3. Rustling leaves
4. The clank of glassware
7. When we began
9. Bad Times
10. Doing what has to be done.
12. The stars above
15. Large Shirt
19. Heart Strings
30. Snow Globe
31. Golden Microphone
34. "For as long as you live."
37. Leather Jackets
41. Solar Powered
42. Iron Maidens
43. Bought and Sold
54. Putting it to rest.
55. Look around you.
56. "Still My Guitar Gently Weeps." ~~George Harrison
58. Breaking Down
62. Dance in the rain
63. A Catch-22
66. Fit to be
Jak X: Good LuckBreathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.Jak X: Good Luck4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Forcing himself to take a series of deep breaths Jak narrowed his concentration on winning; he knew if he didn't they would all die. No words left his lips, not that he talked much to begin with. Even Daxter was silent, aside for an occasional comment or two; the ottsel had been hit the hardest from the poison, his smaller body had been a much more vulnerable to the lethal substance than Jak's or the others.
That was why Jak had to win. If he didn't they would never get the antidote and they would have no chance in surviving. Their lives were like an hourglass, and each second the sand got closer and closer to running out.
Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.
Jak wasn't going to let that sand run out.
Daxter gently nudged the side of his head, nodding towards a certain aqua haired mechanic on the other side of the garage. "Well?" the ottsel muttered quietly. "This could be the last chance you'll ever have
Art TipsI am writing this for a friend and for anyone else who may find it useful. The following treatise is by no means law or the only way to do things. It's only what I know or believe so far and it's probably not applicable to most styles except those similar to my own. Take from it what you will.Art Tips4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1.) Gesture drawings: Yeah, I know, it's one of the most annoying criticisms you'll get "you need to do more gesture drawings!" Stifle your reflex to kick them into a volcano and do it. Your art will be better for it. Try to set aside at least 15 minutes a day for gesture drawing.
2.) Draw from life: If you've been drawing or painting for any significant amount of time, you've probably heard this one too. Second verse, same as the first. Do it, your art will be better for it. Observational skills are KEY to representational art and the more you hone them, the more skilled you will become. Try to imprint on things you see around you; think of life as like a big How To catalog.
3.) Variation: Varia
Behind Closet Doors - Chapter XXVIIBehind Closet Doors - Chapter XXVII1 year ago in Romance More Like This
As Ray finally slides onto the tennis court leaving a trail of slime oozing in his wake, I sigh and realize that Wazowski is right. Under the current circumstances, I'm gonna need all the help I can get. Telling myself to stop focusing on the monster in the tennis court to my right, I step to the center of the net and wait for Ray to pick up his tennis racket. Even picking up the racket takes Ray longer than it would take a normal monster to pick something up. Since it's clear that I've been waiting for him, Ray wastes no time in grabbing the ball and using his racket to bounce it over the net toward me. My hand-eye coordination is not particularly good, but I manage to stumble backward a little less than gracefully and bat the ball back over the net to Ray. This is where the real problem begins. Ray can't return my serves to save his life as I soon learn. It isn't his fault or due to lack of effort; the snail-like monster is simply too slow to play tennis.
Nocturnal ConversationsIt was late at night when Sers woke up from the sound of a slammed door. Upon first waking, he didn’t know where he was - then he remembered the evening before: he was watching a film and had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room while he was waiting for Duke to come home. The thin ginger had disappeared six days ago and after three days, they filed a missing person's report, the police immediately searching for him.Nocturnal Conversations2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
One of the more caring souls, probably Lodger, had switched off the TV and had covered Sers with a blanket. He waited, straining to hear any sign that Duke might have come home and maybe had just gone up to his room unnoticed, and he just wanted to turn around to continue sleeping - when he heard something else. He closed his eyes and listened, yes... it could only be Duke, who must have come in just a few moments ago – nobody else in the household had what seemed to be a permanent cold. But what was he doing?
With a sigh, Sers got up from the co
31 years.31 years.3 years ago in Horror More Like This
He walked out of the Limo silently, as his wife Yoko passed him to the reception area of the Dakota. He sauntered across the street to his apartment building, surprised no fans were anywhere. When he reached the cold concrete of the sidewalk, he felt two eyes boring into him, as if they could see his soul. He turned to see a young man, maybe twenty-five, gazing at him. He slowly turned his head back, a little uncomfortable, and looked at his watch. 10:51. He just wanted to get home to his son Sean, and rest.
"Mr. Lennon!" He spun to the direction of the voice but saw no one, and he suddenly felt a sharp sting on his back.The place where the pain started began to feel warm and wet against his shirt. His hand started to reach to that sharp pain, but never attained it's destination, for another sharp sting was sent through his body from his back.It was as if his legs no longer wanted to carry him,because he sank as three more pricks echoed in his body. Out of the corner of his eye he saw
The Beatles: Playful TicklingThe four Beatles sat in the living room at John's place. This was one of those rare days when they had nothing to do. Usually they would each go to their own house or apartment and get some well needed sleep. Today, however, they all made an arrangement to go to John's apartment to chill. This turned out to be very boring, for none of them had anything to talk about. Also, they couldn't sleep because none of them were very tired.The Beatles: Playful Tickling2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ringo finally spoke up after about five minutes of silence, "So, lads. What're we going to do?" Ringo said this as his eyes landed on John who was sprawled out on the couch.
"Well, I don't know. Have you got anything, Paul?" George spoke up from his little chair in the dining room overlooking the living room. He also looked at John who didn't seem to hear him.
"No, I haven't. John?" Paul and the other two stared at John. George snickered at John's obliviousness to everything. Paul and Ringo grinned at each other.
"Hey, I've got an idea," Ringo said
All The Avatars From Nubia To KorraHere is a list of all the Avatars from Nubia to Korra.All The Avatars From Nubia To Korra2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1 Male Airbender: Nubia
2 Female Waterbender: Shiya
3 Male Earthbender: Del
4 Female Firebender: Yuriko
5 Male Airbender: Koz
6 Female Waterbender: Mahina
7 Male Earthbender: Hiresh
8 Female Firebender: Umakumuko
9 Female Airbender: Lio
10 Male Waterbender: Kuai
11 Female Earthbender: Aaliyah
12 Male Firebender: Oshiro
13 Female Airbender: Sengemo
14 Male Waterbender: Kami
15 Female Earthbender: Aria
16 Male Firebender: Zaru
17 Male Airbender: Jiao Jie
18 Female Waterbender: Siara
19 Male Earthbender: Jinhai
20 Female Firebender: Atiya
21 Male Airbender: Dhruv
22 Female Waterbender: Lana
23 Male Earthbender: Chaman
24 Female Firebender: Tesni
25 Female Airbender: Hariti
26 Male Waterbender: Tentai
27 Female Earthbender: Toph
28 Male Firebender: Xiang
29 Female Airbender: Mi
30 Male Waterbender: Hala
31 Female Earthbender: Jiao Je
32 Male Firebender: Lee
33 Male Airbender: Tornar
The Beatle Who BabysatBeing the youngest child in his family, George Harrison was not used to being the babysitter, rather, the babysat. Needless to say, when Becca called for babysitting, George was taken aback. He left the studio early that afternoon, waving a hasty good by to Paul, John and Ringo. George walked anxiously toward Becca's house, wondering if the two children would even listen to him. He had only met Annie and his namesake two or three times before, and wasn't sure how they would take a near stranger telling them to eat their vegetables and to be in bed by nine. As he approached Becca's house, he swallowed hard and knocked on the door.The Beatle Who Babysat3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come in!" Becca's voice came ringing in his ears and he relaxed a little. George opened the door and was immediately hugged by a little blonde boy.
"'Ello there George!" George exclaimed, patting the boy on the head. Little George looked up and smiled, releasing Harrison from his gra
ArachnophobiaIf I could crush a spider's skullArachnophobia5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Without cringing at the blood
I would gladly kill them all
And bury them in mud.
But now they grow in leggy pairs
Massacre is such a mess
Do I have the nerve to dare
To end their grotesque breath?
Art of Dying A lot of people here came to pools like these. The rippling circles that were really more like holes in the floating golden grass, not quite reflecting the drifting sky - or as close as to what a sky could be here. The ponds reflected minds, thoughts, echoes, and with concentration they could be bended to display whatever an observer wished. Most chose to see the people still living on earth, the ones that they had left behind. Patches of colour, flashes of light, faces and hair darting like fish, eyes like coins tossed into a fountain.Art of Dying3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A middle-aged man was at the edge of a pool now, his legs folded beneath him. He was slightly aware of the grass, and he could imagine something resembling a breeze, but right now his eyes were fastened firmly on the surface of the water. Dark eyebrows were knitted together, and his mouth underneath a mustache was frowning. His fingers gripped his knees, aban
DreamsThe nocturnal slur of wordsDreams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and headiness in your
like a ship
that drifted out
too far -
such is the stuff
of dreams, my son.
Storms that hover
off the coast
of your smile
and those tiny seedlings
of ruby hue
making poor men
wish for riches -
such is where we make our bed
once daylight slips
Love that leaves us
threadbare and blind
to all but pleasure
and those incantations
of the flesh
spun by fledgling senses -
such are the prayers
that slip our lips
once darkness claims its due.
Personas Chapter 6"Ziggy, you don't NEED all this." Duke and Serious surveyed the Martian's suit case, full to the brim with expensive fabrics and chunky stilettos. Duke reached into the case and drew out a skimpy, silver number with a floor length fringe of glass beads. He eyed it in disgust.Personas Chapter 62 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Like this, why do you want to take this." Ziggy turned from his vanity table to look at the shimmering outfit.
"I might need it, we might get invited to a club party by drug dealers." Serious raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"David said to take one or two sets of clothes."
"One or two sets of clothes is DEAD, as far as I'm concerned." Ziggy continued to stuff his tasseled handbag with as many cosmetics as it could carry.
"Ziggy, we're only gonna be in Italy for a couple of days, just until Monty is released." Said Serious, tampering with the sleeve of a sequin studded kimono. Ziggy did not appear to be listening any more, as he started to undo the strap on his blue, silk dressing gown. He shot a distasteful look
Where Are You?I can see the sunset fading slowlyWhere Are You?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Darkness is slowly creeping in
The ocean breeze is picking up a bit
And I feel a longing within
Worst of all I'm sitting here alone
Beneath this slowly bleeding sky
Looking out into the distance
This loneliness I can't deny
Over time this feeling has worsened
I've come out here to find some peace
Only to find it can't be found
I'm still craving that missing piece
It's beautiful out here in the darkness
Shining stars provide some light
Perhaps you're waiting on the moon
Waiting to see my heart take flight
Maybe I won't be getting an answer
There is no way to know for sure
My heart keeps wondering where you are
Because being alone is such torture