Peaceful AfterlifePeaceful Afterlife5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We had something great, then it was washed away. We had something more, then I can explain. I'm sorry.
Jimmy Owen 'The Reverend Tholomew Plague' Sullivan is in his Eternal Rest, in his own little Afterlife. We will never let his memory become one of the Forgotten Faces in this Bat Country of the Beast and the Harlot.
We Scream to Dear God for his Lost soul to have its own Little Piece of Heaven, completely Unbound from this wild ride we call life.
All the Gunslingers honor him with every Flash of the Blade, not one ounce of Tension will ever stop them on their Walk of the path of the Sidewinder for the Strength of the World to never let the honoring of his memory be Betrayed.
All the Trashed and Scattered will Seize the Day and Burn it Down while The Art of Subconscious Illusion has then Blinded in Chains at the Crossroads of all Demons. Until the End The Fight for his memory with the Dancing Dead will be Almost Easy, even with Darkness Surrounding the Lips of Deceit when
Lady Gaga PoemLady Gaga Poem3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lady Gaga Poem
I won't answer my Telephone
Because I want to Just Dance
In the Dance In The Dark.
StereotypesAll right people, time to tell you about stereotypes:Stereotypes3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
"Oh, you're Jewish, you must have a big nose."
Yes, it is so big that I can play it like a flute.
"You must have a tail and horns."
Well, duh. Can't you see I have hair and bottoms? I am obviously covering them.
"You must have a lot of money"
Yes, of course. Don't you see my giant mansion and rolls royce?
"Oh, you're bi. You must be confused."
Yes, of course. Because it's not like anyone else is confused about their sexuality EVER."
"You must want to be different."
Yes. I love it when I get bullied and hated for my sexuality. It's so much fun!
"You must be very promiscuous."
Duh, don't you see all the people I've had relationships with? All zero of them.
"Oh, you're white, you must..."
"Oh, you're part Canadian, you must..."
Sarcasm can only go so far to cover up my hatred of stereotypes. And how much they can hurt. So please, for the love of pete just stop.
YOUR SWEET WORDS CUT DEEPER THAN ANY KNIFE COULDThey fill my heart with an over whelming happinessYOUR SWEET WORDS CUT DEEPER THAN ANY KNIFE COULD2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These words are hopeful of what we can be
They mean more to me than anything
The more they are spoken the more they pain me
I have never been able to show you my affection
You think your words are sweet when they really cause my heart pain
The thing I need most is you
I need to feel you
The simplest touch would do
Even seeing you would be more than the words you speak
I know some were in you, you feel the same
We wish and hope the words that pain us are really true when spoken
These tarifying words that would destroy us if they were lies
The fancey words that captivate us
In a trance of affection and lust
An undieing will to want and crave something you can not uptain
We work hard to see the day were the pain goes away and the lies fade away
We will even wait for an eternity if that is what need be
For a world with out you would be the biggest pain for my heart
If you die I'd not have one
Id abanden myself and only have room in my hear
The Way Home Part 1It was a dark and stormy night, and Ryan, is watching TV. "Man, sure sounds cold out." He thought. He looked at the clock, it was past three in the morning. "Better go to bed." he said to himself. He turned off the TV and went to his room, he crawled into his bed, and soon fell fast asleep.The Way Home Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning, his mother stepped into the room. "Ryan, honey, it's almost noon, aren't you going to get up?" she asked. There was no reply. "Are you okay?" she asked again. There was still no reply. She was starting to get scared. She walked over to the bed and pulled the covers down. He wasn't there. Her heart was racing now. "Where is he?!" she thought, in a state of panic. She looked all over the house, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. Her son, had disappeared.
Meanwhile, in Everfree forest, a pony is sleeping next to a tree. He has a black mane and tail, black glasses, orange irises, black slits for pupils, a dark orange watch, and a brownish-orange hair. His raised his head groggily
Katniss and Peeta: brand new startI was walking steadily. It was like a dream; where I was crazy and irresponsible.Katniss and Peeta: brand new start3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I liked that thought.
Who cares, anyway? District 12 is a totall mess nowdays; people rushing nowhere, blank eyes, blank souls. All was forgotten and lonesome. My only desire was the woods around our district, with lovely birds, fields and untouched nature...
I smile while walking forward, stepping in the muddy puddles with joy, smiling, to the sunshine, which is quite rare here...I am hiding something, even from myself. I am just afraid of this thought....How could it ever possibly happen? No, forget it Katniss. He is just your friend. The boy who saved your life. You owe him a big.
We can still just go on how we were. Perfectly happy with our current status of best friends. At least I am perfectly happy with it.
Are you.- there is this voice in my head. No, I am not crazy. I hope so at least. It is just my heart that somehow always finds the right words to make me blush.
And it is always
Hanging Tree"I didn't do it! I swear!" A young crisp voice screamed into the summer air. His coal black Seam hair was sticking to his face. His grey eyes seeking justice, his body fighting back the two peacekeepers holding him down. "You did it, admit it." The man in uniform said harshly, shoving him to the ground. The young man's face skidded through the concrete ground like butter, making a harsh gash in his face. He resisted the urge to cry, or show an emotion at all. "Your death has been sentenced, tonight at sundown." The other peacekeeper said emotionlessly, picking the boy up by the collar of his shirt. "Tonight, over there." The peacekeeper pointed at the big oak tree deep in the forest, where nobody dared to go near. Tears flooded the boy's eyes, but he forced himself to hold them.Hanging Tree3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The whole crowd gasped, but one sole young woman was silently sobbing into her hands. "No!" she cried, helplessly screeching from the crowd. Ignored by the peacekeepers, they ushered the young man through the c
Deception"It was a very bad forgery, to be honest." Fen's admission, almost soothing alongside his candid demeanour, still managed to set my teeth on edge. "I rather liked the idea of your intelligent defiance when you spotted my mistakes."Deception1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He waved the letter in my face, his presence overlaying itself on the scrawl I had previously mistaken for my own daughter's cry for help. Words jumped out at me and I saw what I had so easily overlooked in my panic and fear: Gemma's name, misspelt; backward letters she had outgrown a year ago; and references to details of the father Gemma knew too little about.
Fen sighed, the edges of his lips dipping and narrowing to match the lines of his face and the angular bones that sheltered his cold green eyes. "You've let me down, Alice. I expected more from you."
I knew he wanted me to meet his gaze, to turn my eyes to his and watch his face, but the tattoos along his thin arms were distracting; in the light it appeared almost as though the snakes inked there wer
The Light in the DarknessThe Light in the DarknessThe Light in the Darkness3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She panted, heart pounding as she stood in the center of town. She could hear the blood coursing through the veins in her ears, sounding like the roar of a distant ocean. Her mind was numb, barely registering where she was or that she was covered with a sticky red substance, the pungent scent of copper filling the air. Her eyes slowly fell to an object on the ground: a stained knife that glinted in the midday sun. Next to it was a growing red pool. Her eyes trained on the pool and slowly moved to its source.
The deed had been done.
Luna's Moon hung high above Equestria, its gentle rays bathing the countryside in an eerie glow as it slowly trekked across the cobalt-hued sky. Near Ponyville, the light illuminated a lone figure winging somewhat less gracefully than normal above the town. It was very late and she was exhausted, but Rainbow Dash didn't ca
Getting Rid of Art BlockMost artists have an art block at some time. Here's what I do to help me when I have one!Getting Rid of Art Block7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
1. Combining Animals
Choose two animals (randomly, if you want) from this list and combine them:
2. Idea Generator
Choose a random number in each category (well, you could choose which one, too...), then draw the result. 8D
1. A Mother and Baby
2. A Brother and Sister
3. A Baby
4. A lonely
5. An injured
6. A crying
7. A confident
8. A wondering/curious
9. An annoyed
10. A happy
11. A sarcastic
12. An angry
13. A scared
14. An excited
15. A tired
16. A quite dapper indeed
100 Choices - 4. Dark100 Choices - 4. Dark9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Blast it all. It's near midnight, and I still can't sleep. Then again, this is nothing new. There have been hundreds of nights where I've been unable to rest. I just lie there, breathing deeply, occasionally glancing over at my lovely buck-toothed wife. One would think I'd be used to it. But it's what keeps me up that frustrates me…
Our damned goody-two-shoes counterparts, Cosmo and Wanda.
Fate is a cruel mistress, even more horrifying than the Tooth Fairy. Everyone in Fairy World knows that whenever a Fairy is born, his or her evil double, an Anti-Fairy, is also created. It's already insulting that my good version is a complete idiot, but I know fully well that's happy. He and his pink-haired wife, living every day in their little fish bowl, granting wishes to their hyperactive child, without a care in the world. Whereas my darling and I are stuck in this infernal prison, our only crime being born.
As if we asked to be Anti.
Of course I enjoy creating bad luck for those pathetic human
Powerpuff Showdown! Ch.3Jack glanced down at the strange person who had fallen on top of him; further studying concluded that it was indeed a girl. She was a pretty girl; one with ginger colored hair, and freckles covering her rosy skin. Her eyes were closed, and it seemed like she was unconscious. He looked up to the sky and sighed.Powerpuff Showdown! Ch.31 year ago in Humor More Like This
“This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind!”
Jack stared at the girl for a few more seconds before firmly grabbing on to her shoulders.
“Umm, hello? Is anybody home?” he asked as he shook her softly.
There was no response from her and Jack got somewhat irritated. This girl already proved to be a major problem. He honestly didn’t know what to do with her if she didn’t wake up. His lab was currently destroyed and he running low on supplies. His hands started to tremble; just the thought of having responsibility over someone other than himself brought Jack into a mini panic attack, he grabbed the girl’s shoulders once more and began to sh
Powerpuff Showdown! Ch.2Princess was cruising through the sky at a more reasonable speed now. Flying at the speed sound quickly drained her crystal’s energy, and if it ever went completely empty she would transform back into her un-super powered state. She was making good time, and concluded that she would be at the Puff’s house in the matter of seconds, then she could brag to her heart’s content, but that was until she spotted three rays of different colors from the corner of her eye.Powerpuff Showdown! Ch.21 year ago in Humor More Like This
“Oh, these boys are so obsessed with me…” she sighed, already knowing who it was.
She turned to face them and began to fly backwards. “Well, if it isn’t the Rowdyruffs… what brings you boys here?”
“What’s up, Princess. Whatcha got there?” Butch asked with a flirty tone is his voice while he pointed the golden claws in her hand.
Princess put the claws behind her back, and batted her eyelashes. “Oh, it’s nothing.”
“Cut the crap
Warmth - drabble“Stormfly, still,” Astrid commanded. The Nadder’s fidgeting barely halted but her rider still managed to get one of the three saddle straps undone.Warmth - drabble2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“Hey,” Astrid called out as she worked. “Let’s check out the Ice Gorges next time. I hear there are some edible wild berries in those parts. We’ve pretty much exhausted all of Berk’s by now…”
She kept her focus on maneuvering around the next set of buckles, even as Hiccup’s voice rose to respond from the other side of his dragon.
“I thought you said it was too close to Villainy?”
Astrid’s shrugged. ”Eh, I wasn’t sure you could keep up before. I think we can give it a go next time we’re in the area.”
There was a pause and then, slow and uncertain, Hiccup repeated her words.
“You weren’t sure I could keep up?”
Astrid bit her lip to keep from smiling. His voice always dipped in
ArtistEveryone assumes he is an artist. The village, his friends, even Astrid.Artist3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A shadow fell over his pencil workhis only warningbefore his notebook was snatched from his hands.
Hiccup cried his protest the moment his notebook left his hands, but his reaction in grabbing it back was too slow. Astrid danced beyond his reach, his book in hand.
"You know, you spend more time with this thing than me," she said to him. "I'm starting to get jealous."
She wasn't, really. Hiccup could tell by the sly look she gave him as she ruffled the pages with her naila threatening gesture he knew she'd follow through on no matter what he chose to do.
"Maybe I should see what you're always drawing," she continued to tease. She glanced down at the page's contents and back at him. She was challenging him, goading him into action. This was how she played.
Hiccup braced his hands against the earth with
Badluck_Valentine 1~ BADLUCK for my VALENTINE ~Badluck_Valentine 16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Timmy was peacefully resting, snuggled between comfy and warm purple blankets. His godparents were already up 30 minutes before Timmys wake up call. Wanda floated over to Poofs bed. She gently nudged the five year olds shoulder, getting him out of Slumber land. Wake up, Poof, dear, she singed, Come out and greet the day!
Poof moaned. He rolled over to the opposite of his mother. When he did, his father was floating there with little hands on his hips, Now, now Poof. We wont have this conversation. Cosmo took the covers off Poof and threw them across the room. The purple haired fairy child growled standing on top of his bed like a bolt of lightning, Now thats more like it, my little soldier. Come on! Your mom has prepared breakfast for us! Cosmo ruffled his sons hair leaving a kiss on his forehead before he and Wanda floated out the room. Poof sticks his tongue out once the
Powerpuff Showdown! Ch.1It was a lazy Sunday afternoon in Townsville, and the notorious Princess Morbucks sluggishly walked around her fairly large bedroom. She was wearing her usual loungewear apparel; her bright yellow tank top and her black workout shorts. Her feet were bare and the thick carpet tickled her feet as she dragged them across the floor.Powerpuff Showdown! Ch.11 year ago in Humor More Like This
She went over to her desk and plopped down on the purple velvet chair. The sudden motion sent her curly red hair all over her freckled face. Being slightly annoyed with it, she put it up in a ponytail with the black hairband she had located around her wrist. Then she gave out an exaggerated groan.
“I’m so freakin’ bored in this house!” She yelled to herself.
Despite living in an enormous mansion, Princess was indeed bored out of her little head. Before, when she was little, she used to spend her time getting her revenge over her archenemies, the dreadful Powerpuff Girls. Ever since they refused to let her in their super powered gro
TheDiaryofaLoveSickAnti-FairyDiary of a Lovesick Anti-FairyTheDiaryofaLoveSickAnti-Fairy6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was nighttime in the town of Dimmsdale. The sky had darkened to its black ethereal color, while the small white spots of stars shown through the darkness to glow alongside the white crescent moon. The people of the town were all asleep, each one caught in their own dream lands. Dreams of things they wanted, of things they desired for. Dreaming maybe of their pasts, when they were young and joyous. Beautiful yet silent dreams of lovers and caressing. Dreams of picnics in the parks, or even a stroll along the beach. The warm embraces and soft kisses, the pure desires of the people of the town. But not everyone in the town was dreaming of their loved one. One was simply yearning...
The Turner household was just as peaceful as the other houses in the neighborhood. Mr. and Mrs. Turner were asleep in their bed, cuddled against each other in an attempt to keep warm and close. Their son, Timmy, was also asleep in his room. He was laying in his own be
Modern HTTYDModern How to train your dragonModern HTTYD2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The legend said that once there was a friendship formed between a dragon and a teenage human boy. Who they were, and when they lived, that remained a mystery, and most people stopped believing in them over the ages.
Still, in Berk, a village that was situated on an island, separated from other cities, the legends continued to be told; If not by parents or grandparents, by teachers. Still, the amount of people that stopped believing in dragons grew every day, until now in modern society, where one might tell the tale as a bedtime story.
However, in Berk public school, the children were still educated in local history, which often brought up the dragon-topic. The teacher for that class was Gobber, a bold, medium-sized, quite fat man with an enormous chin and a blonde mustache that was too long to be taken seriously. He also had an attitude, and always wanted to be right in everything.
Gobber believed in dragons with his life; onc
Timmy + Fancy Flavoured DildoTimmy and the Fancy Flavoured DildoTimmy + Fancy Flavoured Dildo10 years ago in Humor More Like This
Timmy owns a fancy shop. Where he sells different items for "pleasure". One day, Mr. Kabinski walked in. Mr. Kabinski is a regular to the store, and Timmy knew what he needed; 15 and a half monkey wrenches, and a mexican. When Timmy came back with his stuff. Mr. Kabinski asked, "What is that glowing thing over there?" Timmy replied, "Oh, its the Fancy Flavored Dildo. It grants someone magical powers. If one is to insert it into their body through a hole in the pelvic region. It will give them infinite amounts of magic power." "OOOH," Mr. Kabinski said, "How much is it?" "IAIWL, this has no price...unless-" "What do you want, I'll do anything!" Mr. Kabinski yelled. Timmy announced, "FUCK ME, FUCK-A-FUCK FUCK ME!" Mr. Kabinski, with shock, asked, "Is there anything else I can do?" Timmy thinks, "Hmm...I suppose. You will have
Locking MoonlightLast night I wanted the moonlightLocking Moonlight5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All to myself
So I gathered it with my eyes
And I placed it cozily in my mind
No one else could have it
It lit my heart
And bathed my thoughts
In pure easy light
In the full moon
For a night
The world is pure
FOP-My Rose is a boy.ch1.This fanfic is filled with quite a few allusions from literature, film and music.FOP-My Rose is a boy.ch1.7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The story as a whole thing, is very strongly related to the novella "Little Prince" written by Antoine de Saint Exupéry and published in 1943.
There once was this book, a sort of a guide of mine, how to be good in who I am. Compared to my age, the book is maybe five minutes old. Thats almost nothing, yet absolutely compulsory in the Fairy World. I dont remember the author nor the title. But theres actually one thing that makes me mention about it now.
In the book, there was a rose. She was delicate, proud, a bit of a cute little liar, a helpless egoistic sweetheart, always giggling astonished when she felt uneasy.
I never cared much about lectures, or books I've read ages ago, or anything that had to do anything with my duties, or anything, whatever. Now it comes to me each day, the thoughts about the rose. And Im not su
Various drabbles-----Various drabbles2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You scowled, slacking a sigh as the Danish duke stepped up to you. Why did it have to be him of all people! You grumbled, your cheeks flushing pink slightly. The blond had been teasing you for pretty much your entire life and now your mother asked him to be your dance partner?! Wat was she thinking?
Following the usual routine and scowling as usual at his arrogant smirk, which you wouldn’t admit made your heart skip a beat, you curtsied to him – though only sinking through your knees a micromillimeter.
He bowed, one of his hand reaching to embrace yours. Stepping closer to you, he placed his other on your waist whilst you softly touched his shoulder.
A sidestep here, a delicate twirl there – just the usual. It was so boring, making your mind race with possibilities to make it more interesting. Suddenly you had what you thought was a brilliant idea and you immediately set about to complete it. Tightening your gip on his shoulder, you smiled wistfully at him and p
My rose is a boy ch.2Everything around is green and yellow. Without a doubt I can say that the grass is a bit too high, but that only makes things easier to me. Well, still it being so itchy isnt much of a help. A wild field of green waves thickly spotted with ugly common yellow flowers, in several places already evolved in white balls of happy flying semen. And I lay there in that weedy kingdom on my chest, supporting my weight on my elbows, probably killing some of those plants, listening to my surroundings at the same time. Such a sunny day. I hate the Sun, I hate it the same here in a peaceful European village.My rose is a boy ch.27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I just cant believe it! I dont think I can even grasp it, Cosmo! I can hear a familiar voice shouting a bit infuriated, while his owner violently tries to pass the highest lanes of grass near where I actually lay. An other voice tried to get a right to speak and explain himself, but the harsh young little voice went on: When I said I wish I were skydivin