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MonsterMonster6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sann sat in the little, pink, plastic chair by the window. She looked outside and watched as gusts of wind carried the clouds across the bright, full moon. The window creaked and groaned whenever the enraged wind battered it from outside. To Sann, the roaring of the wind sounded like the shadows were trying to claw their way into the house. Their long, gangling claws sliced at the window, but could not penetrate the glass.
She hated shadows. Sann was scared to death of them. Anything could be lurking inside ready to strike. That's why she sat close to the window, where she could bath in the glow of the moonlight. Safe.
Pulling h
Answer - English LyricsListen to Mes' cover of this song with my lyrics: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYEhGGWY7DIAnswer - English Lyrics7 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
since our end
it's been quite a long while
and the scene has finally gone by
the passing days are cruel
but time has helped me heal
in this town we lived in and loved in
the tomorrow we both wanted parts in
has somehow slipped away
as if the sun has cleared any trace
the hands of the clock
are slowly digging at our scars
and scratching all the pain away
despair i couldn't shake,
relief that covered all of me,
and barely fallen rain;
they're fading
how can i explain
though it pains just like your memory
that somewhere in my heart
a
No Ball in the HallNo Ball in the Hall6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Jack, I said no ball in the hall."
Reminded Jinny with her call
-"But what is it about my ball
that I can’t play with it in the hall?"
Jinny glared at the little clown
"It will turn the hall upside down."
-“Turn upside down? That's a neat trick!
How do you do that? With a kick?"
-"You kick that ball and I'll pull your ear
You can play outside, but never here."
Jinny walked away and left Jack aware
about the ball in the hall, it was no dare.
Jack quickly ran the hall to play outside
but running made his shoelaces untie
He tripped and the ball flew off his hands
It knocked four vases and two table stands
And right after the
LiesLies8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I let out a deep breath and look up at him. We're in the living room, snuggled up on the couch with all the lights off. He's running a hand through my short black hair distractedly, like what we're watching on T.V is more important than me. That can happen sometimes, I know, but it's like he would rather be completely engrossed
All the babiesOriginal CharactersAll the babies6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1.) Jake: 16, brunette, 5,7
2.) Marty: 16, blue and pink hair, 5,11
3.) Zeke: 17, black and red hair, 6,0
4.) Bryan: 16, blonde, 6,2
5.) Drew: 15, black hair, 5,6
6.) Tiger: 18, pink hair, 6,0
7.) Tyler: 15, black hair, 5,5
8.) Kenny: 16, electric blue hair, 6,0
9.) Kashi: 14, blonde, 5,4
10.) Peter: 24, brunette, 5,10
11.) TeeV: 17, black hair, 5,9
12.) Blushy McBlushHooves: 17, blonde with red streaks, 6,3
13.) Travis: 103 (18 in appearance), black hair, 9, 5
14.) Inkar: 19, black and pink hair, 6,9
15.) Thomas: 234 (20-ish in appearance), black hair, 12,7
16.) Xan: 5680 (18-25 in appearance) , red head,
Fluff Fight Pt. 1The loud scrapping of sharpened metal seemed to muffle the slam of the store's door as a bloody mess stomped right in. The boy at the counter either didn't hear her, or didn't care too much to look up to the girl with a chaotic twist in her smile. Seeing how he didn't even glance up, she attempted to stomp louder in her place, but it didn't help her at all for his attention. Releasing a huff of air and a look of frustration, she tracked the blood dripping from her clothes and hair to the counter and smacked the table with her hands. Barely looking up to her, he wiped the blood from his face nonchaulently that had splattered opon his face becaFluff Fight Pt. 110 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
That SmileMy dearest loveThat Smile9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
How I mourn for thee
Sleeping on our love nest
That became your death bed
Beautiful tragedy
That's what you were
Sickeningly lovely
Your kindness your downfall
How I wish you would have cared for yourself
As you did me
How I wish I could have known
You were crying for help
But I said nothing
For you were smiling
Always smiling
I know now that that smile was for me
When I cried
When I felt my heart was dying
You were there
With your smile and your touch
But when you felt the same
You just kept that smile
Never a tear
As not to worry me
And now I hold your hand
As it grows weaker and weaker in my grasp
Jiffers: The Documentary - Mainstream ApocalypseJiffers: The Documentary - Mainstream Apocalypse11 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
This man isn't as gentle as his appearance may lead you to believe
This man is
Keff the Jiffer
It all started 26 minutes ago, me and my ace detective friend iamdreamless have solved one of the several meanings of life that have been shrouded in mystery for decades, but we are here now to enlighten the rest of the world with our discoveries.
First, we would like to start off with:
Jiffers
One of the deadliest threats the world has never known.
A subspecies of the Jeffius Theus Killerious clan, they are closely related to the Kiffers. Jiffers are muscular, and their wardrobe consists of flamboyant pink shirts and ripped skinny jeans. The
Godfather DeathDeath waited at the bedside of the woman in the hospital. She had a constant flurry of attendants, but their numbers dwindled as her fate became clear. She was feverish and still, each breath slow and labored. She was dying.Godfather Death11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
They'd taken her newborn child from her, and every so often she'd whisper his name: "Marvin." Her husband would take her hand and press his lips against it when she whispered their baby's name, and he'd murmur, "Shh, he'll be fine, he looks healthy and strong."
He did look healthy, and Death had passed him by. He was his mother's sixth child--she had gone through six deliveries without a problem, but she was nearly fift
KrookibuttNever tell your password to anyone.Krookibutt1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
Miércoles, 07 de Diciembre de 2011
2:21 - (-TNT-) Doktor Miss C4: Chrome
2:21 - (-TNT-) Doktor Miss C4: Chrome
2:21 - (-TNT-) Doktor Miss C4: Ckome
2:21 - (-TNT-) Chrome: What? :3
2:21 - (-TNT-) Doktor Miss C4: Ily <3
2:22 - (-TNT-) Chrome: I love you more
2:22 - (-TNT-) Chrome:
Insane OC MemeRULES: Pick 8 of your OC's (If you don't have 8 then use cartoon characters/ video game characters/ people you know.)Insane OC Meme2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1)
2)
3)
4)
5)
6)
7)
8)
Ready? BEGIN!!
1) 5, 6 and 7 are trapped on a desert island. Who gets eaten first?
2) Who would 2 choose as a boyfriend? (And if 2's a boy...well choose a guy anyway!) >D
3) 1 and 3 are running for president. Who wins?
4) 8 explodes! Who's responsible for this?? And is anybody overwhelmed with grief?
5) (GENERIC QUESTION TIME!!) What's 4's favorite color?
6) 7 and 2 have to go to the prom together. What happens and which one wears the pink tux?
7) 1 wakes up after a long night of partyin
Rules of the Demon math classThe demonic math teacher, lightly singed from doing who-knows-what strode into the math teacher, and hastily wrote a number of things on the boardRules of the Demon math class1 month ago in Profiles More Like This
Clearing his throat, he said "While I suppose I should have instituted these a while ago, now it seems it has become necessary to do so. I'm writing down some special rules in this class! For starters, no divination magic, as it's way too easy to cheat. Conjuring is right out as well. And, for evil's sake, NO HOLY OBJECTS! evocation and illusion are perfectly fine, though. any questions?"
ANTI PLAGIARISM: a webcomic (storyline)ANTI PLAGIARISM: a webcomic (storyline)8 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Personal Project:
ANTI PLAGIARISM!
A webcomic
[opening chapter]
A 15-year-old girl named Nikita likes Japanese Culture and Drawing. She decided to join an online art community just 2 months before the story unfolded. She found some nice people who became her online friends. One day, one of her online friends told her that someone has stolen and claimed her artwork. She looked at it herself and found the person. She was very angry. She spilled her feelings in the online art community she joined. She wrote bad things about the person who stole her art, blocked them, and reported them. Her friends were concerned and invited her to eat toge
lock heartedyou think you can open your heart?lock hearted2 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
you think you know every secret?
than whats its name?
where can you find it?
am i the only one?
the only one who can keep it in?
the only one with a locked heart...
HGOCT: Riven's Training (Part Two)At the Training Center on the second day, Riven didn’t feel as “new” as before. She had gotten up quite early along with Hinge in order to have more time learning, so they ate breakfast together. Riven consumed a relatively huge breakfast of cheesy scrambled eggs and toast and candied apple slices that were a little too sweet for her taste, rinsed it all down with a generous glass of orange juice, and was ready to go.HGOCT: Riven's Training (Part Two)2 months ago in Sketches More Like This
When they got to their destination at the Training Center, Riven split up from her districtmate once more and made a bee-line to the Survival Skills Station to keep learning new things. She noticed quite a fe
dear lovedear love2 months ago in Emotional More Like This
you hand me your heart made of paper and glass
and I feel like a bull in a china shop of emotions
the thing I hate about you the most
is how your unwaivering devotion
reminds me of my fickleness
and the thing that scares me about you the most
is that you might love me more than I love you
as you cling to me I become convinced
you are squeezing the life out of me
you bury your face into me and say
"The scariest thing about death is not knowing you anymore"
and I just wait
HGOCT: Riven's Training (Part One)Riven stared at the variety of stations in the Training Center. There were a lot of options, and she didn’t have enough time to learn all about every one of them. She’d just have to choose, and choose wisely. After a minute’s quick explanation, she split up from Hinge and slowly milled around the huge room, looking at the signs and activities. The Knots station caught her eye, but only because she recognized over half of the handy knots on display. It would be a waste of time to go over that, especially since she already knew so many of them. Similar to this was the Climbing station, complete with ropes and nets and a fake rHGOCT: Riven's Training (Part One)2 months ago in Sketches More Like This
goodbyesgoodbyes4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
After the reaping, I sat on the floor of the goodbyes room (At least that’s what I called it.) and held my knees, thinking out-loud. I looked up.
“I don’t get it,” I said to the door. “This isn’t fair at all.”
In truth, it was completely fair. I wouldn’t let myself or my family starve, and I’m the only child. We live in a relatively poor District; Not as poor as 11 or 12 (or so I’ve heard.), but taking out tesserae is still necessary.
“But I promised Holland.” I argued with myself.
After this, I chuckled. Sometimes, in distress, I talked to myself. It was a silly and childish thing to do, but I couldn’t help myself. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening. I felt myself choke up when I thought about the events of the next three minutes. Holland stood in the doorway. I swallowed.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
“It isn’t your fault.” He
Lie to MeLie to Me4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Multiple neon-colored strobe lights raced over the nameless people in the far over populated outside half-bowl stadium. Still, cool air blew in sweet relief throughout the limbs of random bodies and across flushed, various fluid-drenched faced as icy stars glittered far above the ground, casting a dull light to add to the stage and illuminate the surrounding night just a small amount more. In a fast-paced fashion the long green dyed beams of light ran out in coordinated patterns in a loop over the people, landing upon and illuminating perfect strangers in the crowd for only a moment before flashing to another spot at break-neck speed. Nearly blinding, sure, but it couldn’t much concern the cause of the large-gathered group of screaming, crazed fans as long as it brought in the income much needed to fill their pockets for the next two days or so. Probably. Well, most likely at least.
A fairly average height snowy-haired
'Because of you...' - Sneak Peak"Sweet dreams, traitor." Jet black hair was brushed away by a grotesquely deformed hand from the boy's throat, revealing the soft, pale, porcelain-like flesh hidden underneath. "Rest well." An abnormally large, blackened hand threaded it's long fingers through a section of Kurai's hair as he glared with shockingly silver eyes defiantly up at his captor, wrenching his head back with a swift yank, further exposing one of the most typical human weakness that seem to be frequented. "Is that so?" Echoed back his own voice offhandedly in mock interest, ragged and rather hoarse from supplying the vile crimson substance that stained every inch of this room with his own blood that, even now, poured excessively from his wounds. "I guess we don't quite agree then." An older, more matured voice joined the boy's as a dark, clocked figure appeared before the pair. "You know, it's really not nice for you to touch and take my thi'Because of you...' - Sneak Peak4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
AloneFirst is light, before breath, before thought. Light and warmth, before suddenly coldness, darkness. It was the coldness he felt before seeing the darkness, but he opened his eyes, gasping regardlessly. He took in the universe before him. It was lovely, a ballad for the eyes. It was lonely though, the ability to feel without anything for which to feel, aside from the few stars dotting the distance. He felt compelled to look down, and saw the last shards of the star to whom he was kin sink solemnly into the black hole, a soldier lost to a natural, unending war. A void bore itself into the pit of his stomach, not necessarily painful, but confusAlone4 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
......5 months ago in Sketches More Like This
" N-No! Don't leave! I need you..."
The young girl smiled at the astonished boy, " It's alright," she wiped away his tear, " I'll still be with you in your heart. "
" B-But you can't. Just, no..." He gripped her hand tightly.
" Please, it's okay, Aaron." A tear trickled down her cheek. " I love you..." She closed her eyes.
His teeth clenched. " N-Nina!!"
Hunger Games OCT : Reaping : LouiseMy name is Louise Gattchery, and I will not be reaped.Hunger Games OCT : Reaping : Louise6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was working in the fields, like I usually did in the morning. My father does the other work in the afternoon, and I work the fields in the morning. Call me crazy, but I get up hours before school starts to work, and usually the sun isn't even up. I've gotten used to it now, having done it for a couple years. I like working when noone else is awake, it helps me concentrate. But my father does his best to be up as soon as possible, because once, I was working alone during the day, and had a deadly asthma attack. I couldn't breathe at all. I was with my friend, Holland. When he realized I couldn't breathe, he ran to get my father, who came running when he was alerted. But I think he must've tripped on the way or something, because I ended up passing out. I was eleven when this happened.
"Louise, we have to get ready!" My stepmother called.
"Coming, mom!" After my father gave me a hug, I ran inside the house. I hated this day,
strxbe OC contest submissionName: Bryce Franklyn Harrison, goes by Frankiestrxbe OC contest submission8 months ago in Profiles More Like This
(can be changed)
Age: 24 years
Description: An Artiodactyla (even-toed ungulate) anthro, changed via accident in a nanno factory tour.
Origin Story:
The van jounced on a pothole on its way back to CSU, bouncing the students inside against each other. The only two that weren't knocked about were the driver, and the person who sat in the front passenger seat.
"Sorry" the driver said, taking the jeers from the back rows without a blink. The front passenger said nothing, being lost in his own thoughts.
"Stupid, stupid Frankie" he thought to himself. "Why did I have to go and touch that jar
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