MutantHear me read itMutant3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a mutant.
| My skin does not sallow in the sun
and I do not blush jaundice through my cheeks.
| I do not have extra fingers, or toes -
although my spine;
it boasts an ironic vertebrae,
it is a long tally of the hearts I have broken
and when I straighten my spine the bones Pop out of place.
I am out of place.
| I do not have a super power,
I lack exceptionality in all but my ordinariness.
| there is a vengeful bacteria feasting -
on my shoulder places;
The True Threat: Kayla ch. 1-The Pink Dragon That Fell From the Sky-The True Threat: Kayla ch. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was a peaceful day at Dragon Realms. Spyro and Hunter were chatting by the waterfall.
"So, how is it with you and Bianca?" Spyro asked.
"We're doing great really, I've heard she's really starting to get the hang of her magic." Hunter replied.
Spyro said holding up his recently pink tail.
"Don't worry Spyro, she said it would where off in a few hours." Spyro simply shook his head. "I'm glad that I'm never going to fall in love."
Hunter looked at him with sharp eyes. "Don't count on it Spyro, your going to fall in love someday...you just need to give it a chance."
Suddenly, the sky turned into an odd color off green.
"What's going on?" Hunter asked.
"I don't know, but I don't like it."
Soon, there were little fiery figures, what appeared to be mini meteors shot down from the sky and landed throughout the realms. One of the meteors were close by them. "I'm going to go check them out." Spyro said and ran to investigate. He cautio
nooks and cranniesi like the darknooks and crannies2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
spaces between your ribs.
i can nest within the
catacombs of your mind
burrowing deep into
like a memory left
i’ll find nooks and crannies
you never knew
you had and i’ll
fill them full with
they’ll be my
(x will always
mark the spot.)
i like the dark
spaces between your ribs;
their shadows caress me to
sleep while images of
dance in my eyes.
BattlegroundBattleground4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was raining.
In fact, it was almost always raining when the shit hit the fan.
Torrents of water, brought with dangerous black clouds, crashes of thunder, and explosions of lightning. Completely, and totally ominous that made an already perilous situation seem that much worse.
When Dick Grayson, thirteen year old adopted son of Bruce Wayne, watched as his father was 'arrested' at gun point by the brainless apes of Arkham City, all he could think was that Bruce was in over his head. Then, a heartbeat later, he realized that Batman had probably planned it all. Still, it was disconcerting to hear Vicki Vale's commentary as his mentor was abducted on live television.
The news crew had barely turned it back over to the Studio when his cell phone was ringing. He didn't even have to glance at the call display to know who was calling. "I take it you're watching it too, Clark?" He asked his father's friend when he answered the phone.
"Did you know about t
Logical ArgumentsOkay, because I believe this is very important, I'm going to be writing about logic.Logical Arguments4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
More specifically, Logic and Christianity.
No, they are not incompatible.
I just finished (or at least I believe I finished)
talkingarguing with someone on the topic. In the middle of the topic, I learned some tactics of Apologists, people who argue on the behalf of Christianity. I'll be sharing some of that too.
I think the best way to describe the proper place of logic is to define it.
Logic is a process of thought. It is using reason to come to a conclusion in a non-random fashion. Logic is reasonable (able to reason).
Now, God, with all his power and might can't do some things.
Before you shout "Blasphemy" and try and burn me at the stake, wait a moment and let me name them.
God cannot lie. (Hebrews 6:18 NLT; "So God has given both his promise and his oath. These two things are unchangeable because it is impossible for God to lie...")
God cannot sin (1 John 1:5 NLT; "God is
Send Me the Raintoday, they're all talking about the fires.Send Me the Rain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the people on TV, the voices on the radio,
the mouths that open and whisper
and softly touch tongues. even the sky is
revealing black plumes of smoke,
flaunting shameless and seductive curves.
the rain's been too dry and the lightning
isn't wet enough, panic is
rising out of control in this
burning city. that's
we have a crisis on
our hands- the balloons are
running out of air and even
the experts don't really know why,
and on top of those sinking rubber toys
my soul is losing moisture
faster than the crackling grass under the duress of flame.
i'm starting to see the subtle luscious contours
i might not exactly be news-worthy
but if i catch, then
the forest might too.
i'm considered a reasonable loss, however.
they heard it might storm tomorrow. and everybody knows
that means they'll be safe-
because they all talk about it.
it almost stormed-
the sky spat and then
thought better of it,
Tootles and Hiccup MomentI rolled over in my light sleep state underneath the threadbare covers of Hiccup's bed. I was freezing for it only being the end of autumn, and dragons can withstand a heavy amount of cold considering we hibernate in the snow.Tootles and Hiccup Moment4 years ago in Drama More Like This
I reached over for Hiccup, to pull myself closer to him and warm up to his chest, but I couldn't grab him. I kept searching in my blind, irritated state to find my source of heat until I reached the other side of the bed and realized I was totally alone. I pulled myself out of bed and wrapped the blanket around myself, hoping that he'd just fell out of bed and was sleeping on the floor, but he wasn't. So I crept around downstairs; No Hiccup. I walked out of the house to the shop thinking he couldn't sleep and was working on some new invention; Still no Hiccup.
Tired, cold and incredibly irritated I walked down to the barns hoping he'd be with Lardige or something. At first I wanted to persuade him to go back to sleep so I could sleep soundly and war
Lukewarm Faith(8/20/2011)Lukewarm Faith4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
As a Christian with a posted testimony, I should know what it's like to be a lukewarm believer. I know what it's like to have fallen victim to lukewarmness before, even during my walk with Christ. So when I witness lukewarm faith in others, it's painful.
It's painful enough for someone to not believe in God, but it's even MORE painful for someone to believe in God but live as if He didn't exist. To live as if they didn't believe in Him. To live as if He didn't make a difference in their lives.
The bible has plenty to say about it:
"I know your deeds, that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either one or the other! So, because you are lukewarmneither hot nor coldI am about to spit you out of my mouth." (Revelation 3:15-16 NIV)
"Do not love the world or the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that i
1: Crossing the Line1: Crossing the Line4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Camicazi quietly padded up the dense, wooden steps, ascending into the loft of the Haddock household. A steady beat of thuds and clunks knelled from above, holding curious power of attraction to power her advance and a lesser sense of foreboding to repel her.
She reached the top step, and her eyes sought the noise haunting the chief's residence. The source immediately stood out to her, and Camicazi spent a moment studying the young man pacing the floors in mismatched steps. He seemed so...offand it was more than the missing leg or his anger at the village twisting his features. He was at war with his own bodyworn, stretched in every sense of the word, with arms too long and hollowness to his face. The bristles on his chin emerged in an agonizing pacea complaint he shared with her for every visitand he'd already had to adjust his leg twice over the last few months.
There were more changes than he knew how to deal with, and she knew Hiccup hated to be out of h
Words Inscribed In InkWords inscribed in inkWords Inscribed In Ink3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
than those written in pencil lead
the script inconsequential
when compared to what is said
no gentle smudge of synthetic rubber
could remove such black words
from a soul-stained page,
they attest all secrets written here
until they disappear,
in time the once-white haven
yellows gracefully with age.
I gaze across my desk,
hand hesitantly hovering above the implements
of undetermined change,
a silent messenger,
Gently now, I grip the pen
reaching a decision then,
and only then
the pencil better suited for another fight
I have chosen my weapon for tonight.
Nib against eternity
my thoughts unfurl:
"Words inscribed in ink
than those written in pencil lead..."
Larth's WeyrOn the shores of the southern continent of Pern, a dragon lay amongst the warm sands. If anybody had been around, or in fact, able to see him, they would have been horrified at his condition; how a few shreds of charred membrane that was all that remained of the main part of his wings, and the vast amount of unhealed brown hide along his back which bore the unmistakable sign of firestone scarring. Despite this, the injuries were old ones, and caused the dragon no pain at all, not since he had first gone Between all those turns ago.Larth's Weyr4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His name was Larth, and he was one of many dragons who, as Marco, their only human companion put it, were presently "being patient" at a place called Paradise River Stake, although most of the dragons simply called it Paradise - whatever that meant. Larth only knew Marco as "Duluth's rider", and as far as he knew, he was slightly older than he was, as he had been here as far as he could remember - which was not very far.
A shout rang out, and Larth lazily mo
Hobbit - Sons of DurinThere is nothing quite so satisfying as the penetrating ache in your bones following a productive day, Bilbo reflected contentedly.Hobbit - Sons of Durin3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Gandalf had assured them earlier that day that, if they pushed on just maybe an hour or so more, they would easily reach the edge of Mirkwood by the following evening. Their bodies stiff from riding Beorn’s ponies all afternoon, the company had elected to dismount and to walk for a while. They had done this at regular intervals throughout the day as it gave them an opportunity to stretch their cramping limbs and to allow the hardy little beasts to take a well-deserved break.
They still had a way to walk yet until they could stop and rest. However, due to the happy discovery of a short cut, they had made far greater progress than expected. They had bypassed the area that Gandalf had expected them to reach by dusk hours ago and were now pressing on to another place where they could shelter for the night. A little rocky outcrop was just visible in the d
AATC - There's Still Hope - storyAATC - There's Still Hope - story3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sky was filled with stars that night. The clouds that had rolled in the same morning and brought rain were gone by evening and by the time the children were tucked in and sound asleep, the stars and the moon had come out again, casting the city of Hearttropolis in a peaceful silver dreamscape. Most lights in the downtown area had been put out, allowing the suburbs to be soaked in the beauty of one of the summer's last nights.
And just as they normally did on a night such as this after a busy day, Alvin, Simon and Theodore climbed up onto the roof of their home and lay down, staring up at the infinite void above them.
"So, that's it?" Theodore said after Alvin had explained to them how the events of that day. "They never caught the guy?"
"We caught him, but a little too late," Alvin replied. "Dictator had already gotten to him by the time we arrived."
Simon looked at his brother as he hugged his waist. "And he never said anything?" he said softly.
Alvin sighed. "He grabbed my
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 11- EndingIt's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 11- Ending3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Abby sat on her hospital bed with Tom, waiting for the nurse to come. She squeezed his hand and he squeezed back.
"Don't worry. We'll get to the court house safely." Tom assured her.
She just smiled at him and then rested her head on his shoulder. A few minutes later two male nurses came in, one rolling a wheelchair.
"Alright, come on." said the nurse rolling the wheelchair. "Time to go."
The other nurse helped her into the chair. Tom still held her hand and walked beside her as the nurse pushed the chair to the elevator. They continued out of the hospital and to a black car waiting outside. The other nurse opened the door and then help her inside the car. Tom climbed in after her. There was a man already sitting in the back seat. She assumed he was one of the officers.
Once they were in the car sped away from the hospital, throwing them back against the seat.
"Hey!" Tom exclaimed.
The man in the backseat pulled out a gun and pointed it at them.
"Shut up!" the man ordered them.
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 4It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 43 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tom could hardly believe it was her. He had watched her walk up on the stage, stunned with surprise. Despite his surprise he did recover enough to listen to her perform. She was good. She had Jane Eyre's qualities, quiet yet thoughtful, straight forward. She would get the role for sure and he would be able to meet her.
He sat through the rest of the performances, trying his best to pay attention, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. After all the auditions were done Professor Emberson turned to him, "I think that one girl did a very good job. Uh, Abby Collins I believe." He looked down at his list, "Yes, that's her name."
"Oh, yes. She was quite good." he said. "I think she would fulfill the role well."
"Yes, Yes, of course. But she still has to go through the call backs but she definitely has a chance." Emberson said.
"Excuse me sir?" Patrick said walking up to him, "We should get going."
"Right." he said standing. He turned toward Mr. Emberson and held out his hand, "Thank you."
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 10It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 103 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tom sat anxiously outside the emergency room. The doctors had treated his arm and told him to rest, but he was too worried about Abby. He had left his room and came here to see what the news was. When he had arrived, her situation was critical. That was an hour ago.
Finally the surgeon came out, looking tired and exhausted.
"Is she...?" he couldn't bring himself to say dead.
"No, no. It was touch and go for awhile there, but she's going to make it." the surgeon said reassuringly.
He breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness. May I see her?" he asked.
"Well, right now we're moving her to her a room. Once we get her up there you can, but only for a few minutes." the surgeon told him.
They had him wait outside her room, while they got her situated. After a few minutes he was allowed in. She looked as white as snow, only a shade darker than the sheets she lay on. Several wires were attached to her along with an IV. She smiled weakly when she saw him. He went to her side and t
HoND: HellfireHe had known well in advance that something was going to go wrong. The moment that filthy blonde soldier and that lumpy Quasimodo had arrived, the air had thickened in anticipation. They were young too young to realize the implications of saving a damsel in distress. Quasimodo was too naïve to know the workings of the Judge's mind, and Phoebus had to work hard to get basic processes through his blonde hair.HoND: Hellfire5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But Clopin had known immediately what was coming. His mind, he regretted to say, worked on a similar level to Frollo's, and he knew that there were no soldiers coming at dawn. They would take the opportunity as it arrived, and the two 'heroes' had led opportunity to the very doorstep of the Court. Oh, his hand had twitched to release the mechanism and let them choke on their own stupidity!
Instead, he slipped away as quickly as he could. He told the people his people to belay Esmeralda's impassioned order. To drop everything and
The Pen, The SwordJust lovelyThe Pen, The Sword2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was happy to fall asleep
in the welcoming warmth of your words and
you were unaware that you held me
so close, and so carefully
from the moment before I heard you speak
to the taste of every sentence you spoke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been seeking all along
I would loathe to fall so deep
in the sharpened edges of your words and
you were too aware that you had me
so close, and so carelessly
from the first second I heard you break
to the taste of every sentence you broke
I knew you were the very truth that I'd
been avoiding all along
1: an introduction of sortsThe thing was that my mother continued to insist that the ceilings in our house were low, thereby ignoring the obvious, which was that her son was a giraffe. It wasn't the fact that she was trying to kill me with kindness that bothered me, it was that she was pretending to not see what was right in front of her eyes. In fact, my entire family (which consisted of my parents and the stray cousin or aunt that sometimes dropped in unexpectedly from obscure places such as Majorca) had a way of glossing over the fact that I towered above them like an obscenely tall office building. They'd crane their necks back and squint up at me and say, "Why, Tate, you haven't grown a bit!" It drove me mad to the point of making me irritable, which is saying quite a lot. Usually when something upsets me, I'll hide in my room and quietly let it stew for a while before reemerging downstairs as if nothing had happened. But when a relation looked me in the eye and smiled as if they were mentally cutting me in1: an introduction of sorts3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 2It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tom finished signing another autograph and looked back to see if he could see her again. She was gone, but then he saw her leaving the crowd. She was beautiful, with soft chocolate eyes and mocha colored hair. He wasn't quite sure what came over him when he saw her. He wanted to meet her, but now he thought he might have embarrassed her. He wanted to see her again and apolagize, but he couldn't leave. He probably wouldn't ever see her again. He turned back and continued into the theater.
Abby collapsed onto her couch and breathed a sigh of relief. She managed to get back to her apartment before getting mobbed by angry fan girls. Her cat Mittens jumped into her lap. She stroked her head, "I've had quite a day." she said to her cat. She just looked at her and meowed.
"All right I'll feed you."
She got up and went into her small kitchen. Then slopped some cat food into a bowl and set it on the ground. She then went into the bathroom to change. Looking into the mirror she gasped. She r
It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 3It's Not A Dream, Is It? Part 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tom walked out of the theater along with his agent. It was late and the crowd of screaming fan girls were long gone. He walked to the street where a car awaited him when he saw something shining in the gutter. He bent down to get a closer look and saw that it was a locket. He picked it up and examined it. It was beautiful yet simple. It was heart shaped with a moon etched into the top along with pattern. He opened it up to reveal a picture. It was over a woman and a man, they were smiling and in between them was little girl. He noticed the little girl looked a lot like Abby and he remembered her wearing this. He stood and showed it to his agent, "See if you can find that girl I met today. Even just her phone number would do. I believe this is her's." His agent looked at him, "You mean the one who's hand you kissed?" he said.
"Well, yes. I know that was different but..." he managed to say before his agent interrupted him, "It's okay. It's your life...I'm just your agent." He took the ne
Solace - Loki x SigynSolaceSolace - Loki x Sigyn4 years ago in Romance More Like This
A crystal chandelier illuminated the chamber, a tone tinged with orange, like a sunset, which paired with the sadness of the poor young man who was hiding there like a beggar seeking refuge from the cruel coldness.
Loki lay stretched on his bed. White sheets were flooded with the tears that sprang from his eyes.
That confession that his... "father" had told him had hurt him more than any other blow or thrust caused into a battle. This had to be a nightmare, a bad dream! His blood was not like his brother's, like his parents. Their blood was healthy, clean and especially pure. His, instead, was contaminated, it was from a cold, heartless enemy. An abomination. He was just a lost cad. That explained the favor Odin gave to his brother!
- Damn it! - he screamed through clenching his teeth, looking at the balcony of the palace of Asgard.
He opened the door and walked with grace and precision of a god, his dark hair brushed gently, emeralds in his eyes and serious look on his face gle
The Man of My Dreams, And Everyone Else'sThe Man of My Dreams, And Everyone Else's3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Abby stood in the crowd of screaming fan girls. She would be screaming herself but she was so excited about seeing him, she could hardly breathe. The screams got even louder which meant he was coming. She pushed her way to the front of the crowd to get a better view. And there he was, Tom Hiddleston. He smiled and waved to the screaming girls as he passed. Only stopping to sign a few autographs. He had just finished signing one girl's, who looked like she was about to faint, when he turned and caught her gaze. He just looked at her for what felt like an eternity. She felt her heart stop beating in those few seconds. Then he gave her that winning actor smile and walked up to her. The other girls seemed to notice he reaction to her and started whispering to themselves. She felt her face flush red. He gestured for her notebook she held in her hands. She handed it to him while still staring into those sky colored eyes.
"May I ask your name?" he said to her.
"Oh, uh...I'm Abby, yeah Abby."