Dear Yaoi Fangirls Dear Yaoi Fangirls,Dear Yaoi Fangirls9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Listen, I need you to do me an enormous favor. Lay off the drugs for just, like, an hour. Yea, I'm talking to you—you with the ominous glitter in your eye! You with the suspicious grin! You with the notepad labeled "Yaoi Fic Ideas!" You with the "SemexSeme is Hot" t-shirt! (Hey… where'd you get that? Just… curious…) Enough already!
Oh, no, I don't mean to dissuade you entirely from writing Yaoi. We all have our dirty little hobbies. I, for instance, Dr. Gregory House, stay up until the wee hours of the morning watching internet porn. My favorite one, actually, has four girls all going at it at once. I believe you call that "Yuri." I also happen to know that, despite what her kind and gentle exterior might make you think, Cameron tortures puppies in her free time. Sickening, isn't it?
All I'm asking is that you stop writing those fanf
An Essay on Naming CharactersWhat's In a Name?An Essay on Naming Characters9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
An Essay on Naming Characters
By Kate Logan
When it comes to character creation, be it for a story or an illustration, choosing the proper name for a character is vital. All too often do I see characters with poorly thought-out names: the chivalrous knight Darren Starhawk; the sweet, innocent Lady Elvira; or the rough-and-tumble brawler Poindexter. On their own, these names are fine (even Starhawk, if you're going for a sci-fi flare), but they simply don't work with the characters they are describing. No one is going to take poor old Poindexter seriously, no matter how big his muscles are. To remedy this catastrophe, here are a few tips and guidelines when naming characters.
First, a little game. Below is a list of several of my characters and a brief description of each, all mixed up and out of order. Try to correctly match the name to the character description. The answers are at the end of this essay (no peeking!).
1. Senshi Meijin
Crimson Ivory ch-1Crimson IvoryCrimson Ivory ch-110 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
The moon was high, looking mighty on her high perch. Her dull crimson haze shined across the azure tented jet sky. Oversized bats of all kinds scoped the skies for wounded flesh and staggering insects. The clouds fogged up the sky like a dusty house. Beneath the mist, an ancient medieval castle stood high, decorated with gargoyles and dragon statues that always looked like they are staring a person in the eyes.
Some say if you get too close, you can hear the cries of the tortured souls of the graveyard surrounding the castle and the hungry howling of werewolves. Few have passed the rusty gates, ventured to the castle and returned alive. There are myths and legends about the towering castle, but the myth that scares people the most, is that the undead, cruel and vile creatures that suck the blood of the first born virgins on their eighteenth birthday, occupy the house.
Deep in the dim lit castle, a young vam
Waiting for the rainHere,Waiting for the rain10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the earth cracks like unpolished leather.
A woman sits nursing,
(her life drying up like an ancient waterhole)
and dreams of verdant green.
Spring, she reads in an old school book,
is found in lands that have time to blossom,
while she waits for the rain.
The RoomThe room was small, built in the shape of a sphere. The walls, floor and ceiling were all painted a bright, blinding white, creating a cold and unfeeling setting. There was no visible discrepancy to the sphere's shape. There was nothing else in the room, and it was kept lit by an unidentifiable source of light. There were no windows, and the only door that led outside blended in seamlessly with the walls. There was no way to tell left from right, front from back. And in the middle of the sphere sat a man.The Room11 years ago in Horror More Like This
His raven black hair was long, dirty and fell to his shoulders in matted locks. He wore a plain white shirt, or at least a shirt that had once been white. Now it had been stained a dull brown-red by blood. He wore a pair of khaki trousers, torn and ripped almost to shreds, and his feet were bare. His nails were long, untrimmed and sharp. His arms were cuffed firmly behind his back, and no matter what he tried they would not come free. His eyes fixed themselves on the section of the sp
Thirteen SpellsI - WishThirteen Spells7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
By might of all and might of none
And blazing fury of the sun,
By right of magic now begun
As I do will, it shall be done!
II - Summoning
By virgin's blood and words arcane
By angel's tears and dead man's pain,
With fires straight from Hell's domain,
To earth the demons come again!
III - Baleful Polymorph
By tongue of bat and poor man's boot
And mystic might of mandrake root,
By swampland's murk and fairy's flute,
I turn thee now into - a newt!
IV - Slay Living
By demon's blood and gorgon's head
I utter now these words of dread:
By onyx black and ruby red
May those who've wronged me now drop dead!
V - TG: MtF
By maiden's hair and chocolate cake
And power that I now awake,
By pale moon's glow thy form forsake,
A woman's guise thou now shall take!
VI - TG: FtM
By strength of wind and rose's bloom
And shattered wheel of broken loom,
By sundered blade and ancient tomb,
The shape of man you shall assume!
VII - Fireball
To hellbound ones, I now proclaim
That death and fire is my aim
Black BirdI've told you I'm staying in tonight,Black Bird10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you, as usual, haven't listened.
Negligent out of pain, perhaps
a thorn lifted off some nightmare
flower. You ask me to remove it,
have tried a shower. I'm thinking
if the water can't free it, how will I?
Besides, I've seen a bird, which,
as it starts to trill, suggests were I
such a thing, I'd rather be dumb.
Still, my not singing like a bird,
does it mean you can't call me one?
Again, you're not listening. And
it's flown off now into that gloom
where everything feels heavier,
but I don't suppose is. It presses
like the sloping walls of a Gallic
town, spied from an odd angle.
takes her lessontakes her lesson11 years ago in Open More Like This
The buildings were bowing as far as their lightning rods would allow them,
laying their pot plant leaves before my feet,
amidst the donkey's traffic grunt.
I had been given my messiah,
wedged between two glossy slips of cardboard.
I'm too shy with strangers to say no;
I gained faith thanks to the selfless persistence
of a ten year old.
Except when I closed my eyes
I saw only momentary multi-hued memories
on the back of my lids.
But that's okay, that's okay,
I had a smile on my face
and god in my hand.
I opened my eyes to:
eager profit prophecies dangled as neon halos,
perched to guide imprudent eyes
- since when were inanimate objects so attention-needy? –
and I had stumbled
But that's okay, that's okay,
because once I coughed it away
I was still there with my glossy book
burning like money in my pocket.
(Maybe when there are only overly ornamental churches
built as architectural feat
rather than practical rock foundations built for bodies rather than brains,
Not Another Teen Sob StoryIsolation. We've all experienced it at least once in our lives. Be it because no one understands us, because no one is there for us, because someone has left us alone to die within our troubling thoughts. However, I experience this at least one a month, sometimes once a week, sometimes every hour on the hour. Along with the isolation comes the ache and the agony and the despair and feeling like you would enjoy the sun warming your skin again, that you would never enjoy anything ever again. Every teenager goes through hormonal changes called puberty. Because of this we are expected to have our periods of sorrow, of grief, of pain, of suffering; but a healthy, average teenager should not have to deal with these feelings constantly for about four maybe five years. To some, what I am going through has been deemed a phase. To others, it has been deemed as regular teenage emotions. To me, I have deemed it teenage depression.Not Another Teen Sob Story6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
According to some statistics, my depression 'episodes' should have
Barfly MemoriesMy fondest memories are tied up in threads of cigarette smoke and dregs of spilled whiskey. Even way back in the days where we all played the happy family game the smell of my parents smoke and the voices and amber glasses from dads bar cocooned me. I still remember how I could taste the tobacco in the back of my throat from my perch behind the bar. Not even eight years old and there I sat amongst old men slumped over there drinks with worn shoe leather faces. The bar was one of the places of old, the patrons rooted trees shedding leaves of peanut shells and cellophane cigarette wrappers. I learned more in those hot afternoons and balmy nights on barstools than any day in Crayola colored walls could instill in me.Barfly Memories7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Days were slept away and as night gave way to morning dad and I would find our way home from the bar and mom from the diner. The three of us would climb out the apartment window and watch the sky catch fire and the stars die from the fire escape; twin smoke ribbons snak
Crimson Ivory Ch 3Glowing emerald eyes slowly appear under long, fluttering lashes, flaxen hair shimmering in the sunlight seeping through the partially open blinds. Once the boy's eyes adjust to the poorly lit room, his eyes stop on his sister; his ears suddenly becoming sensitive to her loud whispering.Crimson Ivory Ch 310 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
"How could you do this?! Taking advantage of him like that… What were you thinking?! I don't care that you're a vampire. You touched my brother you sick freak!" Her irate voice fills the room, ringing loudly in Tarek's ears. He suddenly remembered all the times when he was younger, and his twin would stand up for him; yelling and threatening even the burly and most prevalent of men.
Rogue, leaning against the jet violet wall, chuckles as a smirk forms on his face, "My, my, my; very brave aren't we?"
"You be quiet! I don't want to hear a word from your horrible mouth!" Trea cuts him off, glaring at him as she stomps over to the
12. InsanityWhite jacket12. Insanity9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(the ties that bind.)
(to break the fall.)
(to make the transition easier.)
(free with purchase.)
Why The Elves Win Every YearThe extravagant chamber of Team Magic sizzled with the sounds of potions and spellmaking. Witches and wizards of all shapes and sizes conjured sparks of magic in the air, magic flowing through the pages of every magic book and bottle. I would be more descriptive, but Disney copyrights are very specific in regards to this wonder and enchanting crap. Anyways, a man bearing a beard that could likely hide small children approached the podium. (Did I mention the podium? Cause it and the stage just totally appeared. Magic.)Why The Elves Win Every Year5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Alright people," spoke the man, "As you all know the Fantasy Games are coming up soon, and with our recent loss of Dumbledore, we're in a bad spot."
"Snape will pay for what he did!" shouted a young man to the left. His black hair was mangled and wild, and his green eyes burned with revenge. Also, there appeared to be a scar or something on his head. Freak.
"What? It was Snape? Well thanks for that little slip-up, Harry, now there's no point anymore" said Merlin, tossing
Not the heroMy name is H'soma'k Vesav'kir.Not the hero9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I am a worshipper of Shevarash.
I am a guard.
And right now…I think I'm dying.
It's funny you know. I'm laying here in a puddle of my own blood and it occurs to me that the strangest things flit through your mind when you're dying. I'm lying here staring at a dusty chandelier. I can't move. I think he severed my spine. It didn't kill me though and now I'm laying here, listening to the screams of my comrades as they too fall only to lay in their own puddles somewhere farther up the hall.
God…it hurts. I can't feel my toes but there's a burn in my right shoulder that I can only assume is a cut and the fire spreading across my upper back is almost too much to bear. The shouting is subsiding a bit as he moves farther into the hall. God…he's killing everyone. Everyone. I think I just heard a woman scream. Shevarash help us. Are we so forgettable? Have you forsaken us all?
I'm cold. My own blood isn't keeping me warm anymore and it's losing its warmth all aroun
+Character Theory++Character Theory+9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The Character Theory
Personally I believe that everyone who says that they cannot come up with characters or think of a story is a bunch of crap. There is creative spirit in everyone. If you can think of personalities, hair, eye color, clothes or anything, you can come up with a character. You don't have to be good in your English, Art or Language classes for that fact, if you listen closely there is a character inside of you waiting to be put on paper. I have been blessed with a drawing and writing talent, so it is easier for me to think of a character and make that character live on paper. However, I have seen the most unintelligent people out there come up with the most creative characters this planet will ever know of. I believe if a human, such as yourself, is willing to listen closely you will hear your own character talk to you. I have over 200 characters, but all of them have come out of my mind, spirit and my willingness to know who they are. I do not make the personality of t
BassoonBassoon10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Music is the key to unlock many a heart.
I admit that while there was a time
you made my knees weak, it didn't start as that.
You mean more to me now than you ever did
when I was able to sit with you
and revel in the music. Music we made
together, music that wouldn't have been
I'm afraid I've pawned you off
too cheaply, allowed someone to take you away
and only now do I realize your worth. You
were always more than a simple thing but I'm
realizing now just how complex you were.
The song is up, we had our time to play -
I've layed you down, never thinking
I would miss music this much.
Demyx's Payback-inflation-Demyx's Payback by *NahceidDemyx's Payback-inflation-5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sora ran forward, determination set on his face. He had to help his friends who were out in the Great Maw, battling thousands of heartless. Donald and Goofy rushed along behind him, their weapons in hand.
Hang on guys, I'm coming! the youth thought as he jumped over felled pillars and rubble.
Suddenly, a pool of inky black appeared on the ground not too far ahead of the trio. Sora's eyes widened as he skidded to a stop, Donald and Goofy following suit with yelps of surprise.
From the dark portal rose a blond man. His hair spiked upward at the top, the rest flowing down the back of his neck in a type of Mohawk. As the darkness faded away, Sora recognized the man's apparel as the dreaded Organization cloak, which meant this person was an enemy.
"Hey. You guys are lookin' lively," the man, Demyx, said as he smiled at the trio.
Donald stepped forward, balling his feathered fists angrily, "Scram!"
"Didn't we catch you messin' around in the Underworld?"
Unicorns Among UsUnicorns Among Us9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A young girl around the age of 18 was walking to her job in a library. The girl was best known as Ashley. She was tall and slender with a slight build in muscle. Little anyone know that she was once a model a few years ago. She had shoulder length straight dirty blond hair and silvery blue eyes. She was currently wearing a pair of black jeans. (The type that are in style) And a white shirt with a unicorn on it. The Unicorn she had put on the shirt herself.
She walked on the sidewalk past a forest. She had walked past this forest every day for the past semester of college as that was her only transportation to her job at the library. Above in the sky was grey rain clouds and it looked about to rain. 'Today was going to be a gloomy day today' she thought. As she was walking past the forest she thought she heard the light soft whinny of a Unicorn. She stopped and looked towards the sound but only saw a young man who looked about her age.
He stood there staring at her with his sapphire col
05.04.2905.04.2910 years ago in Typographical More Like This
If I told you
you—anymore — Maybe
I never did
I wonder if you would survey
me with those
yet have I been unpromising:
I remember you from trainsI remember you from trains11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next train to depart from Platform One will be the four-thirty-two, Flinders Street, stopping all stations to Flinders Street except East Richmond.
...And right on time again, she shows up. Yellow t-shirt and denim skirt. Today, she's wearing glasses that I haven't seen her with before and they make her look like a librarian, especially combined with the long, deep, deep, brown hair. I don't need to look her up and down like I have in the past. I have her memorised. After seeing her every Sunday at the same time for six weeks, I could almost convince myself that I know her. After all, I have seen a multitude of her moods. I know how she looks when she rubs her eyes, when she walks, when she smiles, and when she closes her eyes. I could nearly fall in love with her for real when she's asleep.
The train arrives, I open the door for her and sit down about six seats away facing towards her. I have to do this surreptitiously though. I can't let her know that I've chosen t
....I'm Hurting........I'm Hurting....10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bring me back..
Back to reality.
Where you keep
piercing me with
How can you laugh,
While I sit here and cry?
How can you
just put on your headphones,
When I'm asking "why"??
How can you go
from the best thing in my life-
to the cruelest being to ever exist...
(I can't believe i said yes-
when you asked me to be your wife...)
You heartless bastard-
You've reduced me to
a bleeding, crumbling
Soul-less, blind existence
Can't you see?!?!?!!?!?!
I hate what you've
done to me.
250 christians can't be wrong250 christians can't be wrong10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The counselors tried to keep the children calm before meals. They lined them up by cabin in front of the dinning hall and preformed various stunts to pacify them until the tables were set. Sometimes they sang songs with hand motions:
"Baby Shark do do do do do do, Baby Shark do do do do do do, Baby Shark. Mama Shark do do do do do do, Mama Shark do do do do do do, Mama Shark, Daddy Shark do do do do do do…" The song continued to tell the story of a woman swimming who suffered a shark attack and flew to Heaven. It was an annoying tune with gestures that involved little more than clapping your hands together in a vertical snapping motion. The eleven-year-old campers loved it. They sang it repeatedly when they got home and their parents cringed.
"JELLY BEAN!" someone called out, "tell us a joke!"
A short brown-haired counselor stepped onto a crate in front of the children. "Do you really want to hear a joke?" she asked.
The children shouted back that they did.
Letter to my LoveTo whoever you are wherever you are,Letter to my Love6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Have you ever really seen gravity? I've felt its pull and I've seen what it can do to perfectly happy objects before they smash against the floor. But I've never actually seen evidence that it exists. If I decide that it doesn't, and that all of the scientists have actually been lying to everybody for years, will it go away? If I stop believing in it, can I fly? Can I finally be free?
You're like gravity, but I can't give up on you. I can feel you sometimes, and I'm convinced that you're out there, but I can't see you. I want to see you and to reach out and feel you but I can't. It's like I live in this humongous house and spend all day playing music, but the house is empty and no one can hear it.
I know it sounds crazy, but I miss you. I feel like we must have met before, we just haven't been reacquainted yet. I find myself imagining you wa