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Once I Knew a GirlOnce I knew a girl named Eve. She was short and skinny and wore glasses, and everywhere she went she was all elbows. She mispronounced her R's and climbed trees barefoot and saw fairies where others only saw fireflies.Once I Knew a Girl3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Eve loved to read. Stories clung to her like velvet. Her bedroom was an Eden cast in mint green and populated by books – new books, old books, books with all the secrets of the world hidden inside them.
She brought her love to school with her: sometimes, the teacher would send her out into the hallway for reading during class. Haha, wouldn't want us to actually learn anything in school, we used to joke.
There were those
TGB - My Hero +textTGB - My Hero +text2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The caramel coloured cat dunked his brown patched head under the icy streaming water, his grey eyes exploding from the intensity of the cold. Damian was once again trying to clean his fur. However much time he had spent grooming the mud off, he always missed a bit. It felt refreshing to have the freezing liquid wash through his thick and ruffled fur, though if he had a choice he would of much preferred to be groomed by another cat. Just as he felt he couldn't hold his breath any longer, the small tom tore up from his shallow part of the stream and scrabbled out, careful to avoid any mud clinging to his fur again.
A pale she-cat with darker h
Piece of MePiece of Me6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am weak because I cry
I am dumb because I fall
I am mocked each day I try
I am the laughingstock of all
I am wrong because I ask
I am weird because I dream
I am sullen, for I mask
Each little mark and little scream
I am thin because I'm starved
I am small because of birth
I am sad because I've carved
A girl of better, brighter worth
I am blamed because I'm right
I am shunned because I'm tough
I am old because I wonder
I am young because I love
I am hurt because I'm stronger
I can love you so much longer
This aching thirst and hunger
Come and enter, for you'll see
This pretty horror
Don't adore her
Pa
Shino Akatsui Tetsuo: Pt. 2Shino Akatsui Tetsuo: Pt. 210 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Zanpakutō Name: Chiheisen (Horizon)
Zanpakutō Appearance: Chiheisen, the Zanpakutō of the Provost, is both an elegant weapon and the focus of many classes in the Shinigami Academy. The uniquely exploitable power that it possesses is ideal for teaching tactics, and as such, the blade itself has garnered a significant reputation among groups of both students and scholars. They see it as an icon that represents the potential locked away in all Zanpakutō, no matter their abilities or the forms that they take. For the most part, Tetsuo has allowed stories of his weapon and the strategies that he uses with it to take on a life
The Jimmy and Cindy manifestoThe Jimmy and Cindy manifesto1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
Shipping Manifesto/Character Analysis- Jimmy Neutron and Cindy Vortex
Magnets- how do they work?
We'll start by analyzing each character individually and then their relationship as a whole, particularly contrasting it with Jimmy/Betty. (For the sake of argument, all non-canon pairings will be ignored). On that note, the Jimmy/Timmy Power Hours are /not /canon and will also be ignored.
Another note- an in-depth analysis of every single episode is beyond the scope of this piece and frankly, would be enough to drive a person mad. I assume you've seen the show. You're more than capable of filling in any blanks.
Jimmy Neutron
"James. James Ne
LifeOne moment, you're there. The next, you're not. Simple as that. And yet, it's so complex, so mystifying. It easily perplexes many. How can it be so close, so intimate to us, and yet remain a mystery like that? Such a small event being so big? Having such a huge effect? These unanswered questions express the mystery and uncertainty of those who feel its effects. They were so healthy, so happy...Life4 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
But now you'll never see their face again. Hear their voice. Feel their touch.
The tears stream down the faces of the close ones. They hold onto one another, thinking that, if they hold on tight enough, that person passed might feel as well, and come
WishWish1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never thought this would be
Is there really someone out there... for me?
Someone who's filled with devotion
Someone who loves personality and not looks alone
Someone who wants to treasure, cherish and love you
Will I ever have this chance? Is my wish coming true?
Is that someone I've been searching for, so close...
Could it be you?
Or you?
Who....
Someone fits my handsome prince, noble and gentle, so sweet
Or perhaps, a fellow anime geek like me, someone out from the normal crowd, simple looking, but kind...
Maybe a mix of the two?
Someone who is kind and protective, but from the outer ranks
Someone who cares, who shares tende
Pier prolougePier prolouge5 days ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Pier!"
The sound of Hiro's voice startled me into awareness. "Pier, hurry, the longer we sit here, the more vulnerable we are!" Hiro's voice was sharp, but heavily weighed with an accent that I couldn't identify. He has choppy black hair and his eyes are red. I picked up the pace, digging my bloody fingers into the concrete and metal wall. A gust of wind nearly blew me off the building's side, but I clung to it as best I could. Everything was happening faster than I could keep up with. I barely remember how the day had started. Maybe I should try to remember..........
* * * * *
In a government lab somehwere far from any cities, there was
One Day2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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StorytimeIt was a dark and stormy afternoon.Storytime3 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The rain had come down in sheets most of the day, and by the time the strange pair had burst into the tavern, they were thoroughly soaked.
The taller of the two, glanced around, noting that the room was strangely devoid of people, even on a day as miserable as today. His sharp features, silvered hair and brilliant golden eyes marked him on the spot as an elf, and his long, loose clothing, in shades of brown and green, marked him as a Ranger of the forest.
The sword at his hip, the bow on his back and the knives scattered about his person marked him as someone not to be trifled with.
“Me do be think
Sleepless NightAnother sleepless night.Sleepless Night6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
He shouldn't have been surprised as he woke up for the hundredth time that night, the red clock face glowing the time in the dark of the room. A little after midnight.
Not bad, he'd managed to sleep for a good fifteen minutes this time. Hair matted to his head, body shining with sweat from the nightmares and tortured dreams that had plagued him for so long. What was he at now, four years, five?
It didn't matter, it felt like a hundred since he had slept at all.
Sighing heavily, he walked over to the window, staring out at the neighborhood, resting his forehead against the cool glass, trying to make sense of it all
Pocky's Always Changing Profile(To Be Fixed Later)Pocky's Always Changing Profile7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Full Name: Isaiah Wren-James Owen
Meaning of Name: Interpretation of the viewer
Nickname: Pocky, Tree, That tall idiot, Useless Deity, Really Tall Tree
Birth Date: July 1st
Astrological Sign: Gemini
Birth Place: Viasteris
Viasteris is a place where events happens seemingly without reason or meaning. It's a place where legends that are made up come to life and the inhabitants fear every creative mind who concocts a new legend.
Age: 14 (Beginning) to ???(Current)
Race: Deity
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Parted on the right going left which covers one of his eyes, it's spiked somewhat in the back and at the base wh
MZ: Intel Dinner.9 months ago in Drama
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WA: It's the Little ThingsYou're sitting there at the end of the couch, your nose stuck in one of your favorite books. I assume it's a favorite; I've seen you read it before. You don't read terrible novels like I do. You're always picking on me about the bad mystery novels I like to read, always spoiling the endings for me. I don't think I've been able to read a mystery novel with you around for at least a year. That is, unless I want the endings to be told to me before I reach them.WA: It's the Little Things10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm on the other side of the couch, not too far away, but far enough so we both have our own space. I can't feel your body heat from where I am and it feels a little cold over here all o
summertime.The summer surrounds me,summertime.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
enveloping my senses and overwhelming my existence.
I breathe the breeze as the sun warms my skin,
and I walk along the illuminated path to the hazy horizon.
This is the time I feel alive, whole again.
Your eyes reflect the warmth as I stare into them.
These months have long days and long nights,
in which I plan to get to know you better.
I have time.
High School Horrors Part 25Chapter 5High School Horrors Part 251 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Katie frowned, suspicious at the lack of movement in the army in front of them. She had witnessed the others summonings with wonderment, but the niggling in the back of her mind, the threat in front of her, couldn't let her enjoy the moment as much. She could feel the power of Gilykos pulsing beneath her, his body vibrating slightly as he growled softly at the enemy. They cut a fine picture, four Angels riding a top four Elemental beasts, fronting a small army of all sorts of different races against a pulsing wall of black. She could smell the different smells of the elements combining, the Element female guardians not far behind t
WA: Kit's DiaryOrionWA: Kit's Diary1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Aiden
Sora
Oops… just realized this wasn't my black book. Heh, I was wondering why I was missing some pages of the names. Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, uh… I guess I should start with
Dear Diary,
Man, that was a pretty rocky start. Well at least I started it. Anyway, I guess I'm supposed to write about WA here, right? It's pretty great. I had some doubts about attending here at first, but they were pretty much erased once I saw all the attractive people that attended. I mean, hot damn, there are some sexy people here. I think the first girl I ever met, Lucy, has a G cup. A G CUP. I didn't see tits that big when I worked a
WA: From Yesterday's Eyes - Aokigahara ForestIt wasn' ev'r a job that I particularly liked doin'. An' most people could say that about their jobs these days. Then again, most people don' collect dead bodies for a livin'.WA: From Yesterday's Eyes - Aokigahara Forest1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Chika said that it was somethin' we should treat with respect and dignity, that it was somethin' that had to be done, for the sake of the spirits of those that took their lives. She said that it was somethin' that those people needed, 'coz they had so much pain when they were livin'. That at least in their death, they were treated with the care an' respect that they needed the most. Chika was always the more logical one, carin' when others didn' think to care. I think
Knight of Her DreamsThe castle was in chaos and the Duke Rochefort was not helping, as he stood from the battlements jutting out from the highest room of the tallest tower, screaming at his men to organize and at least try to put up some semblance of resistance to the intruder. He refused to believe just one man was causing so much devastation, but the truth was before his eyes, a single, plate-clad warrior descending on his soldier horde, slicing through them all.Knight of Her Dreams1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
His name was Ser Aemon the Valiant, and he was a lady's dream. Standing tall and proud in his ornately detailed plate armor, heavy blue mantle hanging from his shoulders, secured under his artful pau
Single PathA single pathSingle Path1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Moving from the past
Interconnecting lines
Brushes with other lives
Fateful meetings
Forever fleeting
No continue
My shadow, my retinue
It cannot be sorrow
Never wonder about tomorrow
It cannot be pain
Love is my bane
It cannot be joy
This shade I employ
I desire an intersection
No longer care for perfection
Just more than empathy
Perhaps a warm body
A person, to call my own
Someone, to enchant my home
Loving arms, to hold at night
Gentle whispers, in the morning light
Powerless, is my mighty wrath
To walk alone, this single path.
WA: Morality Part OneMorality, the man had none; he wouldn't have any, for he was no man. A true man was chaste when necessary, he was protective and caring, nurturing to his wife and children. He loved with every being in his body and enjoyed life. This was no man; he was a demon. He was a monster, uncaring, vile, loveless, and empty. Emil was so very empty inside and it was all her fault.WA: Morality Part One1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Soft, blue eyes peered past the wooded frame of the bedroom doorway, wide and frightened as they stared, tears forming and streaming down that young face. Tiny hands clung to the frame, too stiff to run, too stiff to scream.
And she cried, scratching, begging for
Welcome to Spring RidgeWelcome to Spring Ridge. It's your standard Midwest city, if a little on the large side, with plenty to do around town. The downtown area was recently restored, and serves as the hub of the city, with a large assortment of shops and restaurants for the tourists, with plenty of hidden gems for the actual residents. We've got a decent-sized lake for swimming, a national forest preserve on the outskirts, and a skyscraper or two. If you're in to the nightlife, Spring Ridge really comes alive at night with all the latest happening nightclubs, drug deals, and people selling your darkest dreams for the cheapest prices. Just don't ask where they gotWelcome to Spring Ridge1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
DuelIt was hot and it was dry, but that was the norm for Arizona in the summer. The sun seared the ground, scorching anyone foolish enough to be out in direct sunlight, and for the town of Buford's Folly, that was two people at high noon.Duel1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
They stood in the middle of the street, staring each other down, blocking out the heat, the stares on them, even the feel of the street beneath their boots, focusing only on their opponent, for to lose concentration for even a second was death.
He was an outlaw, he knew he was, accused of shooting both a sheriff and a deputy in cold blood, then killing the posse sent after him. It was a fifty-dollar bounty, on
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