masochist likes the anorexici.masochist likes the anorexic6 years ago in Post-Teen (Mature) More Like This
i don't know where my life went. and what got me to this point.
i remember that one night where we didn't have enough money to take the city bus home. i remember you, with your devious good looks - that jet black hair and those tight jeans you always used to wear. your angular jawline and the way you looked all starry-eyed. you asked the bus lady if she can make an exception for us, justonce but undoubtedly she said no. so we walked on the side of the road to my house - giving the finger as the bus passed us by. we were like children in love at the age of five, dancing underneath the street lights with asphalt marking the soles of our feet, and blisters forming on our toes.
the night held a silence that was deafening, and an aphotic oblivion infront of us. i remember you had atleast 10 cigarettes as we walked home. i didn't ever say a word of protest, mostly because of the way you made me transfixed as you inhaled the chemicals - i would watch the end burn ferociously unt
Midnight waltzNico slowly walked along the tombstones. Cold breath of the night made him pull coat closer to his body.Midnight waltz3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"You´re late," said voice behind him. He turned sharply.
"I'm sorry. I had some duties."
Woman with beautiful blond hair jumped down from low wall. In light, quick step, she went to Nico. "Nobody followed?" She asked tenderly stroking his face. Nico shook his head.
"You said it was urgent. What happened?"
Woman´s features hardened. "The Vatican has gone mad," she whispered. "They want war."
"No," breathed Nico and grabbed her hand. "Stella, it can´t-"
"It's true," she said sharply. "They sent us a declaration of war. I saw it. Tomorrow... Today at midnight it´ll begin." Both of them involuntarily looked at watches. It was quarter to eleven.
"What does this mean for us?" Nico asked worriedly. "We can´t yet..." Stella shook her head and sat down on one of the tombstones.
"This wasn´t supposed happen," she whispered bitterly. Nico sat down to her and hugge
Erase Just a Few Lines - PLProfessor Layton was having a rather ordinary day at Gressenheller University, his teaching day was through, but his work was far from done. The many, many papers from his surprisingly eager students needed to be graded, and he did not wish for anyone else to grade them for him. Some days, he would spend nearly the whole night doing this routine; a few times, falling asleep at his desk. But today, there was no stress. He was relaxed, grading the papers without really a care, even writing small notes to the students on some of the papers. He smiled.Erase Just a Few Lines - PL5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Suddenly, there was a small knock at his door. The Professor glanced at the clock, and thought it to be a bit odd for anybody to still be here at this hour. It was nearly six-thirty, all of the students should have left by now for their supper. He got up after this hesitation, and opened the door.
It was none other than one of his co-workers, Emmy Altava.
poetic orgasmYou asked how poets make love with wordspoetic orgasm12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I decided to show you not by mouth or curves
Tonight I'll write my poetry across the canvas
Of your body, my willing blinded accomplice
Expressing my innermost secret desires
Planning every word's placement my pen attires
Your angled and plane aroused contour
With pleasure filled fantasies writing on your
Honeyed skin; tastes of budding succulence
Building from the ladder of your emergence
From dreamlike slumber to writing climax
Orgasmic words are the finest aphrodisiacs
So when you feel my pen tantricly lift up
I'll mount you Lover while I sensuously touch
And moan each tattooed word in your ear
Til you can't breathe and can't conjure
More passionate love than a poet's words
Lay DownAs I watch you walk away from me, for what's to be the final timeLay Down8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask myself, is it really worth it to stand here in this line?
My head hangs down, my eyes bleeding free from the pain I've chose to bear
I ask, is this reality, or just a wicked, cruel nightmare?
As I lay myself down upon my bed, I realize I just don't care anymore
The rapid beating of my heart has settled down to a dull roar
I say my one last thanks, as the dead men strike up the ghostly band
Then I lay my head down to my chest and feel Death's bone-cold hand
Thoughts flood through my cluttered head as I contemplate my fate
I see the ghosts of past flow by my eyes, unhampered by twisted gait
I feel breathing on my neck- 'tis cold- but I don't have anything to say
My time is nearly coming, and I wouldn't have it any other way
I lay upon my bed, preparing for what I know I have to do
I think of my one true love, but my nerves, that does not soothe
In fact, the memory of her is why I must do this deed
Someday, my dying w
Naruto Ultimate Ninja OC tagSo your oc is now a character in the Naruto: Ultimate Ninja series~Naruto Ultimate Ninja OC tag5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Now answer the following questions so interested players know what to expect when playing the game and using your character.
1. What outfits would she/he wear?
2. What are the justus/basic/combo moves they can use?
3. Who would be their partner?
4. What is their 1st ultimate move?
5. What is their 2nd ultimate movie?
6. What is their 3rd Ultimate and final move?
7. What is the side effect of the Ultimate move?
8. What are some taunts they'll use?
9. What do they say before a battle and after winning a battle?
10. Describe their story line in the story mode
11. Would your character had a certain saying or reaction before battling a certain character? If yes who and what would be said? And what do they say after winning?
12. Taking the character(s) you mentioned in Question 11, what would be their reaction/saying when facing your character? What would they s
crashonce, happinesscrash6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was as simple
as silver dangles
on french wires
and frosted pink
then he came
with dark hair
and darker smiles,
his bright blue eyes
lit up when
I walked in
oh, the things
we did in the
(the light of
day would have blushed
had it seen)
we swallowed each
other whole like
bottles of bad
medicine, the kind
that makes fools
jump off buildings
trying to fly
but we were greedy,
gorging on each
other until we
left with him
now I dream
of happiness as simple
as silver dangles
on french wires
and frosted pink
Here We GoHere we go...Here We Go8 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I tossed away everything that I believed in
at the speed of light
I thought it'd be easier just to give up
and not even fight
I turn away and force myself to look away from
the scars of my past
I won't even glance at the one I see and have loved-
it'll never last
Here we go...
Never thought ripping scars open would hurt this much
or bleed for so long
But you all know the pain that I go through-
I rant and rave in song
Looking at life like it's something to be scared of
and I run away
I've loved the sweet embrace of darkness for so long
I flee from the day
It's like life will never end... even if I want it to...
Here we go...
Laughing at myself as I stumble and fall down
and my legs give out
Walking for so l
The Death LullabyThe Death Lullaby4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Swiftly it comes like a raven taking flight
Silently it creeps like the shadows of night
And yet we all know it as humans' most terrifying plight.
Gone is all that you worked for
Gone is love, laughter and regrets alike
Replaced by only the darkness
And the yearning for your life
The last thing you remember
Will be your life flashing before your eyes
Make sure that it's worth watching
Before you meet your demise.
SH - Wish Upon a StarI was bored, I always was. Lying in the sofa, picking up my phone within a few moments of my fingers blurring across the keys, I knew here was nothing of interest in the outside world. John was being my blogger on the last case. I wasn't being challenged. No, my brain wasn't being challenged. John had locked away my gun and my laptop was in my room. I could be bothered to get it and asking John would be an insult to his intelligence.SH - Wish Upon a Star5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Bored' I mumbled
'What?' asked John, turning away from the screen.
'Bored' I said again, a little louder.
Well, it's a clear night, no rain. Do you want to go for a walk?' he asked, trying to get me to do something more constructive.
'No' I said stubbornly.
'Well, perhaps... ah, you will just say no' john said, turning back to his computer.
'John, you tell me not to lead those at Scotland Yard on like that. Don't practise what you preach I said' I replied to his hypocritical statement exasperatedly and sat up, running my hands through my hair a
WaterI give life and...Water6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can take it away again.
A little of me is never enough,
but too much will kill you.
I am a sculptor,
carving new landscapes.
A mover of mountains,
even if only a few pebbles at a time.
I am a rare treasure,
a jewel in the desert,
though taken for granted
many other places.
I flow, I ripple,
I can freeze time.
I fall from the skies,
run from the mountains,
wash upon distant shores.
Complex and simple at turns.
A thing of reality and of myth.
The only thing I fear is man,
and what you do to me.
I am water...
EmotionsEmotions always sporadic running high then running low. Write your own fantasy or real life emotions down on a piece of paper. We give you the emotion you give us the writing. Is it not a fair trade? You get to keep the original does that entice you. Here are the 100 themed themes in the emotions list.Emotions6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Zombie Survival GuideZombie Survival GuideZombie Survival Guide8 years ago in Horror More Like This
Daniel H@#&- Demented One
A common staple in many B-movies, Zombies are often depicted as taking over the world. Having watched many of those movies I have decided to compile my own Zombie Survival Guide after reading the one at Kuro5hin.org. This guide will be posted in many places I know of so that if anyone comments I will be able to make a better one later. To date I have not read Max Brook's Zombie Survival Guide, though I intend to. As for the debate I've seen on the Fast Zombies vs. Slow Zombies, this guide is written with Slow Zombies in mind, for if they are really dead bodies they would have series body control issues, and under the assumption that the outbreak is a large one that would last several years at least.
Preparation: (what you did for Y2K)
If you are already preparing for a Zombie invasion, lets face it; you don't need this guide, and are probably a little crazy, like me. Preparing for a Zombie i
Settle the SunSettle the Sun5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sun sank slowly out from beneath the cover of billowing grey clouds, hanging delicately suspended between land and sky. The world which had seen no sunlight for several months gloried in the sliver of sunlight the dying sun now cast upon it. The red golden crack in the universe cast everything on the island into sharp relief, yet somehow made it softer; the strange half-light was in such contrast to the icy, bullet-black skies of past days. The land almost seemed to be lit from beneath, light radiating from that tiny break in the toiling world. The molten sun caused the trees around the lake to burn in a brilliant, unearthly explosion of color.
The lake itself was on fire, a pool of liquid gold that lapped against darkening emerald shores. Crimson flashes permeated the liquid light, disappearing and reappearing faster than a single blink. The brightness of the lake turned the sleek canoe into a vessel of gold as it reflect
A Rainy AfternoonA gray day of rain,A Rainy Afternoon7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in rooms too small.
I unload the dishwasher,
fill the dryer,
feed the cats,
rub their ears.
The rain beats a
steady stitch on the
roof, and my
aimless feet carry me
room to room as
I search for I know
I think of you at work,
behind your desk,
your warm, sound hands
wasted on files and paperclips.
If I picked up the phone
and called, would the man
in you hear the woman cries
behind mundane words,
the need sounds, the lust wishes
swirling through the wires?
Would your nostrils flare
as you sense my fragrance
in the lines, your stomach
tighten as you
make excuses? An emergency
at home, hotter, more urgent
Would you run
to me? Fly? Fumbling
your keys in the
car, cussing as you
scoop them up
drop them again?
Your mind full
of heat visions as you
tear at your tie,
your breath shallow and
quick as you drive too fast,
flame curling through
your middle as
So full of me
Official FFM Prompt Bank 2012Flash Fiction Month is back again, and we need your help.Official FFM Prompt Bank 20123 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Our menagerie of mischievous monkeys has escaped, taking with them the last few vials of distilled imagination that we had saved from last year. Without them, there can be no original stories during Flash Fiction Month 2012.
What does this mean for you? Only your original, non-copyright infringing prompts can fuel the magic needed to create thirty-one original stories.
Just like in previous years, the best prompts will be featured, with credit, to motivate all your fellow Flash Fiction Month 2012 participants. So leave your wittiest, wackiest and wildest ideas in the comments below.
Be careful, it's a zoo out there.
Frost DragonFrost Dragon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Also known as the Snow/Mountain Dragon. There is a reason behind everything they do. they are intelligent, clever and wise, and are one of the most powerful of all the dragons. they can come across as uncaring and cold, but their actions often benefit others as well.
WinnersWinners3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You gave me bread on a rainy day
Such goodness took my breath away.
You told the world how you felt.
Through shallow confusion my heart melt.
We grew close and drifted apart.
I still love you with all my heart.
I found you hurt and to a cave we fled.
I could only kiss your lips but I watched as you bled.
I had to go to save your life.
I broke a promise that ended your strife.
You found some berries and ended a life.
We heard a cannon; a dog was near.
We ran for the Cornucopia and fled our fear.
Climbing the metal, making it safe.
Cato appeared but I had faith.
He grabbed you up, said it was over.
I had more luck than a four-leaf clover.
He fell to the dogs and they chewed him up.
The Capitol said, "YO MAN, WASSUP?"
"Only one victor can win in the end!"
I told him I wouldn't go without him.
So we grabbed our berries, sorry Prim.
The Capitol wailed, "NO STOP!"
"The winners are Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark!"
Your LoveYour Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You bind me to one.
I can never hurt others.
You bind me to one.
I can never love another.
You make me feel different.
It's hard to explain.
With you, I feel like someone.
Not just a rock that's in the way.
With you, I feel real.
Is there anymore to say?
I wanted someone tall.
I wanted someone who could fight.
I wanted someone that could take on all.
I wanted someone to know what's right.
Someone who could do no wrong.
Someone who could do no harm.
Someone who could protect and never leave at all.
With you, I never feel alone.
With you, I'm someone more than just a tool.
When you look at me, I wish I could see what you see,
That I'm more than just beauty.
You see something unique in me.
I wish I could see it too.
Let me tell you a funny story,
Before I could have cared less what was there.
Now I know there's more to me than just something to stare.
You never make me feel stupid.
You never let me fall.
To you, I am not just a plain wall.
There is no blank surface or pretend.
If It Takes Forever"If It Takes Forever"If It Takes Forever8 years ago in General More Like This
Disclaimer: I don't own Brigadoon or the lyrics in this piece of fiction.
A hundred years have passed since the world in the sky had appeared. Melan had reluctantly departed his red haired love and was the first to come down to Earth to visit her. He had made a vow that he would return to her.
If it takes forever I will wait for you
For a thousand summers I will wait for you
'Till you're back beside me, 'till I'm holding you
'Till I hear you sigh here in my arms
Time had apparently been kind to the tenement house in which Marin has still lived. Although the area was much more populated, people regarded him as more of a strange, but friendly visitor from the world above. Even as his angled blue head was at least a foot and half above the crowd, some people did stop and stare at his golden arms, navy blue armor and tripod feet, but he didn't sense any sort of hostility, but rather a welcome, as