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
SNCXFic-Before He CheatsIn a cozy little café in Station Square, a red-haired woman glanced at her watch and sighed, stirring her drink; looking upset. One table over a white-haired woman shook her head before standing up and sauntering over to the red-head. She sat down across from the other; eyes closed, hands clasped in front of her as if she were praying, blue-eyes regarded her with recognition. Chris, She opened her eyes and rested her chin on her clasped hands, He is cheating on you. Chris hung her head, shoulders slumping. We dont know that, Rouge.SNCXFic-Before He Cheats8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rouge took in the sight of her coworker, her teal eyes calculating, He promised to come to your graduation and? Chris looked up at Rouge confused, He.....didnt come. Rouge continued to look into Chris eyes; in voice that showed no emotion, Why. B-because Amys car broke down a-and she-she.
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
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
+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
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 Year6 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
05.04.2905.04.2911 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'll free you. [RoR - JenWen]I'll free you. [RoR - JenWen]3 years ago in Romance More Like This
In the world beyond our own, existed a small heaven for a small girl. Not quite a heaven you'd imagine with clouds and sky... but
rather a cold mansion filled with a warm aura. Nostalgia, so thick that you breathe it in. The Rose garden Orphanage, the home she
lost everything in. She had lived some time after the massacre, but she preferred to not think about it. She fancied the idea of having
never left the orphanage. Fancied the idea of having died with the rest. So she returned to the form of her child self and took her
afterlife there. Only difference was that this orphanage was not the cruel and cold place she grew to know. Instead, the welcoming
new home when she first arrived. It was golden like sepia, warm with sunlight and had her favorite record playing. Here the record
player worked! A lot of things worked in this orphanage. Though... all but the most important thing to her. Oh yes, she had her dear
friend there. Brown; the sweet little puppy. He was safe in the shed where s
....I'm Hurting........I'm Hurting....11 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.
not usnot us12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not us (bar blah blah, christmas 1999.)
frame by frame in stilled sepia, we watched them roll up one after another,
spilling in off the street cheered unreasonably. seasonal delirium
drawn in by the warm, easy evening lights, and the complimentary house whites -
and the close-shaven bleach-teethed boys, sharply suited in similar mirror-imagery,
slickened and endeavouring to exchange cards and fashionably blueprinted exploits.
deep ugliness obscured by embossed lettering and expensive watches.
fondling the serving girls with immaculate hands - a hand on the arm, a paw on the thigh,
drunkenly gathering courage from your numbers as the room swelled and thickened,
dark with innuendo, dark with unsatisfied desires.
your pretty wife is expectant at home, patiently waiting, worried,
fluttering, holding out nervously for another tale of
how you were late christmas shopping or how you had a late meeting at the office,
while you smirked easily over the top of your drink at the blonde tizzied pin
elephantasmaelephantasma11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
this is forgetting:
moon-drenched ivory, and grey flesh
made hollow with lead.
Prayer of the Long VigilNow the bright old sun will endPrayer of the Long Vigil6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This lovely night of ours
Drifting through the clouds above
Collecting all the stars
My darling, close your tired eyes
And dream your sacred dream
Soul within the verdant realm,
Your body safe with me
Our Mother Moon, your sleeping form
She watches night and day
Never alone, the Forest Lord
Walks with you all the way
Bear and Saber prowl the ground
The Owl and Crow above
Our blades are sharp, our land is strong
You need not fear, my love
The blinding light that marks the day
Reigns over all save when
The ever shining sun does set
And night is ours again
LonelinessThere is an aching in my heartLoneliness11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain over powers me
Like a burning flame
My heart is throbbing
I can hear the screaming in my soul
The loneliness is slowly killing me,
Will I always be alone?
This fear is over bearing
I cannot control the tears
All the sleepless nights…
I crave to be held
To be needed
To have a purpose
Will that day ever come?
Am I destined to sit alone?
Do I even have a reason to live?
Will someone save me from this emptiness…
A fishy HalloweenA fishy Halloween3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Halloween. A time of tricks and treats, devils and angels, and of staying up late to eat candy. This is the first Halloween I've participated in since that day that happened so long ago. The Headmaster, Mr. Hoffman, told us that we need to make our costumes and we would go into town to trick 'r' treat.
Everyone hasn't had a lot of to make their costumes because Sir Joshua the bear is missing. The poster also says that the person who finds him will receive a red crayon and be apart of the Aristocrats.
Even though Sir Joshua is gone, the orphanage seemed quite normal. The orphans were either working on their costumes or looking for Joshua, if we weren't in class. When we had time to work on our costumes, I noticed Amanda, the Small-Hearted Princess, looked like she was working on something more than a costume. But when I tried to look at it, she hid it away. It almost looked like a person.
As the day of Halloween arrived, everyone was allowed to finish their costumes and there wasn't any
PeripheralI'm the cat no one petted as I walked,Peripheral6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slinking down narrow alleyways stained and burnt,
Longing for the touch of a friendly hand to
Calm my fears and wipe the soot off my brow.
"He's wretched," they said, as they glanced into the dark
And saw the ragged form, the two pricks of green light
That stared back through the smokey filth.
I'm the trinket shoved to the corner of your desk,
Gathering dust, covered in papers, stained like rust from a drink spilled
Six summers, three weeks, and thirteen minutes ago,
It stung like a rain of needles, seared me, it was tossed without thought,
Flying like a stray flare from a child's sparkler
That was caught up by an unlucky wind.
I'm the lonely stretch of beach, just beyond the tide,
Beaten down by hundreds of travelling feet,
Parched and weary under the burning sun
And longing for the touch of a crashing wave,
Or the gentle lap of the ocean's edge,
Or even a spare bit of wind-tossed spray,
But when the moon pulls the ocean in and out
I watch with l
DeceptionWhy are you so decieving?Deception11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those beautiful eyes are so misleading
Wrapped up in your embrace
Looking past your knowing face
You're wearing a mask
From me, concealing the truth
Unknowing or not
Staring into your soul
I see what I want
Something to make me whole
Your gentle hands around my waist
Mezmorized into believing a lie
No one's there to cushion my fall
Losing hope, I fear I'll lose it all
One last time
I look into your deep, dark eyes
Memories from the Cell of RemembranceMemories from the Cell of Remembrance3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Before, I sat in the Cell of Remorse. I've been coming for several years to the orphanage's Cell of Remorse because of what happened so long ago. It was all my fault that my only friend died.
Even after that experience, I never tried to go to the Cell of Repentance to ask for forgiveness from her. We always when to the Cells of Bliss and Pleasure before HE came along. When he came along, I found myself going to the Cell of Solitude more and more, thinking of how to get rid of him so my prince would come back to me.
Several years after that massacre, I began to feel more and more guilty for what happened to my dear prince. That's when I started to go to the Cell of Remorse. I went there almost every week.
A month after I turned 19, is when I finally when to the Cell of Repentance. This was the first time I've every been in this Cell. The white paint on the brick walls where falling off. It gave off a more of a calm feeling than the other Cells.
I spend the next three weeks trying to dec
The Gargoyle and The MermaidThe Gargoyle and The Mermaid11 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
If you traveled far from where snow capped mountains make their berth, through golden deserts on camel back, and over countless emerald plains you would find a beautiful ocean, blue like a Himalayan Poppy and as fresh as a baby's first breath. It flows with fish, all colors of the rainbow, and within it is a kingdom constructed of both sand and coral. Along these sandy roads swim not only whales and goldfish but the prettiest of mer-people too.
Their skins are shaded in a multitude of color like the fish, ranging from lilac purple and sunshine orange to coal black. The luckiest of them even have tails that reflect different pigments, as though carved from diamond. The mer-people spend a great deal of time indulging on oysters, adorning themselves with pearls, and playing silly love games. They court each other day and night, the mermaids batting their lovely lashes at the handsomest boys, while the mermen performed daring feats before the most beautiful girls. At night they gather upon
nerudai want to read your bodyneruda12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like neruda poem
written in braille,
my fingers searching
the pages of your skin,
gently brushing away
the hair that falls
like a silken bookmark
across your face.
i will work my way
down the page, hands
trembling with excitement,
anticipating which words
fingers will linger
in some areas, reread,
so that on lonely nights
like this one I will
be able to recite
the subtle nuances of
your neck or the mystery
surrounding your navel.
I would try to interpret
the verse for others,
but there is no translation
for your lungs breathing
into the palm of my hand,
or your heart, beating
its ancient tribal rhythms
in correspondence with mine.
Autumn's GlorySo strange that death is met with griefAutumn's Glory6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And tears that fall like rain
For Summer's death to Autumn's glory
Tells nothing of sadness or pain
The sun is strong in Summer's prime
And casts down joyous rays
Yet it's death-bound Autumn's golden gleam
That yield the brightest days
Proud Summer drapes her fruitful form
with vibrant, green attire
But Autumn's garbed in red and gold
Caught from a funeral pyre
Condolences for Summer's death
Are oh so very few
They're lost in swirls of morning mist
And shining, crystal dew
A songird fanfare splits the air
And carries through the trees
The feathered choir heralds snow
As it flees the chill on a rising breeze
A mournful wind blows through the boughs
A rain that only death could tame
Falling leaves of orange and red
Falling embers wrought of flame
Bring no tears to the newly dead
For nature won't grieve for a flower
It sings out its joy through the saphire sky
Its golden rapture in its final hour
Sounds of cicadas and loveSounds of cicadas and love3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The end of summer. A time to get ready for the new school term. Sunlight streamed through the windows and shadows danced on the foyer floor of The Rose Garden Orphanage. I could hear Mr. Hoffman's cleaning music blaring from the speakers, along with the chirping of cicadas.
I dipped the sponge into the soapy water and started to wash the window. Wendy, Meg, Diana, and I were tasked with cleaning the windows and front of the orphanage, while the rest of the orphans cleaned the inside. When we were done, we could play.
I saw Wendy, the Lonely Princess, drop her sponge into the water and pick up her bucket. She started to walk to the door, but stopped and dropped her pail suddenly. She started coughing. Martha, the Queen of Cleaning, appeared in the doorway, picked up Wendy's pail, and ushered her inside. She only stop to give me a disapproving look.
I quickly finished my window and plucked a rose from the bush by the door. I started to go inside, only stopping to realize that I had forgo
Stop Naming Bits of EarthStop Naming Bits of Earth11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let them keep their slabs of fortune and safety-
there is fine reason
we listen to songs
that make us sad.
Eleanor's AutumnI walked outside the orphanage to feel an autumn breeze brushing past me. I looked down to see birdy in his cage, my left hand clenched the handle to his cage tightly. On the ground there were orange leaves covering the grass. I looked up and walked a few steps, hearing the crunch from the leaves as they met with the heel of my black shoes. I looked up to the sky to see a tree with not many leaves left on it. One leaf fell down from the tree and landed on top of my head. I took my right hand and grabbed the leaf, taking it off of my head. I looked at it closely to see it wasn't completely orange, I could still see a hint of green. I smiled slightly, autumn always seems to be the season that relaxes me the most. Whenever Diana stresses me out, I just love coming outside to feel the wind brush through my short, black hair and the sound of birds chirping, not just birdy. I took a deep breath, letting the autumn air sink in. I wasn't even aware of the wide smile that was spread across my fEleanor's Autumn2 years ago in Settings More Like This