Missing in the Back of ClassThe kid who sat in front of me in class was really quiet today. It's weird, because we usually talk a lot when we're both actually here at the same time. It was a weird day, because it seemed like everyone was in class. Like, all the seats were taken and that hardly ever happens. And when everyone's here, it's never really quiet at all. See, I go to a D.C. public high school, which, if you live anywhere around here, you'd know that we have an incredibly high absence rate. And even when there's like half the kids than normal in class, it's never quiet. I mean, sometimes I think you learn more not going to my school than when you actually go. So, most of the time it's kind of thin in school. But, there were plenty of kids in class today.Missing in the Back of Class10 years ago in Horror More Like This
I like to sit in the back of the class when I have a choice. That's probably like most of you. I guess I just don't like to be noticed. Plus, it's easier to get away with shit back here. I write a ton of stuff (unrelated to the class, of co
SynesthesiaI fell in love with a pianist's hands.Synesthesia4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They danced across my skin in minuets, his fingers tripping cadenzas up and down my spine. He brushed sonatas through my hair and across my shoulders, pianissimo. I trembled beneath his trills. The primal, earnest rage of Bach swelled in hot crescendos along my throat, beneath my ribs, guided by his hands --- Mozart, coolly logical, raised goosebumps down my arms --- Chopin soothed the fire and finally calmed my hammering heart.
I fell in love with a pianist's hands, listening from the back of the coffee shop while my lungs fought for breath, making wishes until he was gone.
Nightmare Reference This dream has occurred to me multiple times in the past few weeks...and I still cannot seem to make sense of it... if you have any advice, or ideas as to what it may mean, please let me know. This dream mixes my imagination in with my deepest fears, and melds them into a small moment in time. As if in some freakish theater, my views of the dream constantly switch from 3rd person, to 1st person, yet my senses pick up everything as if it were all completely real. To add onto this, everything that occurred in the dream was synchronized to the songs Inside the Particle Storm and Empty Me by Dark Tranquillity. The songs have taken on a new, much deeper meaning to me than they ever have before because of this dream, but if I ever seem lost in thought or melancholy, I am 9 out of 10 times thinking back to this enveloping, horrific, and somewhat sadly glorious dream. Listen, and interpret it. I need someone to make sense of it...and i feelNightmare Reference7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
CassandraEven in death, Cassandra was lovely.Cassandra4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her hair cascaded over her ivory shoulders in sable cataracts, pooling in the soft hollow between her breast and throat. She was wearing the white nightgown, the one she knew I loved, and the fall had thrown it up, weightless, in gossamer drifts across her legs. Her bare toes were painted salmon-pink, the same colour as the roses in the crystal vase by the door.
So elegant, my Cassandra. I might have expected that she would sprawl, as one imagines that people do when they have died suddenly, but her body refused to surrender its accustomed grace. One hand curled beside her face; the other lay, palm up, across her cocked hips, its open fingers tenderly beckoning. Her eyes were closed, peaceful, the fringe of dark lashes sooty and familiar upon her fading cheek. Her lips were parted in expectation. At any moment, she would wake, look up at me, smile. Cassandra.
My hand found the banister, gripped the aged wood and guided me down the stairs, through th
I Will Fight YouWhen Jake awoke, he was in a bathtub filled with ice, an unnecessarily long scar where his liver should've been.I Will Fight You7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Towering above him, a man in a ski mask, a bloodied scalpel still in his hand. Seeing that his victim had awoken, he put the knife down, running his hands through the sink.
"Dude, what the hell?" Jake asked, not all too pleased with the removal of his vital organs, consent explicitly not given, at that. "I was using those."
The man ignored Jake and wiped his hands off. Picking up a fine pair of kidneys from the operating table, he slipped his hands into them, rolling his fingers as he tested out his new boxing gloves. The man turned to Jake.
"I will fight you."
Picard writes a love poemThe ready room of my heartPicard writes a love poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is waiting for you, number one.
Resist and I'll lay down phaser
fire, raise shields and fire
photon torpedoes. Come with me
and we'll dive into Risa's
sherbet sunsets, spill kegs
of blood wine on Kronos and fool
around with a dabo girl at Quark's.
Let's not continue our holodeck
fantasies, pretend each kiss
and caress are hollow as photons.
Let's do the real thing, warm up
the warp drive and engage.
ItalyxSick!Reader: MiserableCough.ItalyxSick!Reader: Miserable3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You were sick. Congested to the point where you couldn’t breathe and your throat was so sore that it hurt to swallow. Basically you felt like you were dying. It was a miserable experience.
And now…you were out of tissues and soup. So you called your boyfriend to pick up some things for you. “Feli, could you please pick up some soup and tissues for me?”
“_____________, what’s wrong you don’t sound so good?”
“I’m just a little under the weather,” you said calmly, “so could you please pi-.”
That’s when your boyfriend started to freak, “__________! Don’t worry; I’ll be over in a minute!”
“Wait Feli I-.” He hung up, “just…need…the soup…” After giving another round of coughs you sighed. “He is such a sweetheart…” Shifting yourself to a more comfortable position on the couch.
A half hour later
School, a Haikuno no no no noSchool, a Haiku3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
no no no no no no no
no no no no no
The Tale of Mag, Part 1The Tale of Mag, Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mag? Maggie? Can you hear me?
From a nondescript blur, the hospital room took shape. Dove gray walls became solid, and fluorescent lights beamed down on the faces hovering expectantly above the bed.
The lines and the bright light was too much to take in after years in the dark, and Mag squinted her eyes shut. There was a soft click, like a dolls eyes, when she opened them again. The sparsely decorated hospital seemed foreign, a brilliant Technicolor screen, every detail crisp and clean through her digitally enhanced corneas. The only thing familiar about it was the sweet voice of her friend Marni, bringing out of her comatose state. Oh, Maggie, youre awake! Marni breathed. Mags hands crawled gently over her friends face, recognizing the soft skin and high cheekbones, the strong nose.
Remember me? smiled Marni. Everythings still where it was before, I think.
Your eyes are lovely, Mag simpl
The HaikuThe Haiku13 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Five syllables here,
And seven syllables here.
Now where's my money?
Half-life 01010111 01100101 00001010 01100001Half-life8 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
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01101111 01110000 01101001 01100101
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Female to Male MakeupApplication of Makeup in Order to Make a Feminine Face More MasculineFemale to Male Makeup6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
When it comes to "passing" as one sex or the other, it is generally easier for 'women' to pass as 'men'. This is because the cues that signal the brain to the male sex are generally bigger, more protruding, and things that to feminise must be hidden - not enhanced.
This does not mean that it is "easier" to accomplish with makeup, people trying to do either generally fall victim to the same problem - not being able to see and understand the face on a very basic level - understanding what our instincts instruct.
This "tutorial" will focus mainly on the face, touching generally on use of clothing and binding for a "total" appearance. I will try to cover things important for part-time and full-times as well.
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND - where referring to the differences in appearance, this is obviously not going to be truth for all men. Just like the concept of beauty, the difference between male and female has no exact formul
Single LadiesI want to spend a summer fortnight in the Everglades with LynnMarie.Single Ladies4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I want to sleep all day and stay up all night, learning just one dance.
I want to dance like Kurt Hummel in the Glee "Single Ladies" video.
I want to learn every hair flip, finger waggle, hip thrust, every move.
I want to keep this incredible talent a tiny secret in my heart of hearts.
I want to keep it for a day when I have a true heart great-granddaughter.
I want to see the gleam in her eye when I invite her to share my secret.
I want to dance, dance for her, until we both cry gasping tears of laughter.
Anti-Twilight HaikuWent to see TwilightAnti-Twilight Haiku5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I think my brain has just died
I want a refund
Einstein. My Hero.A University professor at a well known institution of higher learning challenged his students with this question. "Did God create everything that exists?"Einstein. My Hero.9 years ago in Historical More Like This
A student bravely replied, "Yes he did!"
"God created everything?" The professor asked.
"Yes sir, he certainly did," the student replied.
The professor answered, "If God created everything; then God created evil. And, since evil exists, and according to the principal that our works define who we are, then we can assume God is evil."
The student became quiet and did not answer the professor's hypothetical definition. The professor, quite pleased with himself, boasted to the students that he had proven once more that the Christian faith was a myth.
Another student raised his hand and said, "May I ask you a question, professor?"
"Of course", replied the professor.
The student stood up and asked, "Professor, does cold exist?"
"What kind of question is this? Of course it exists. Have you never been cold?" The other students snickered at t
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.Latreuophobia2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
Short Slendy Stories: Little SamanthaStop.Short Slendy Stories: Little Samantha3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Don't breathe, he can hear you.
Don't hide, he'll find you.
The little girl couldn't help herself. She ran as fast as she could down the pavement, her shoes slamming against the cool concrete side walk.
Almost there, she thought. Her lungs about to burst from the screams that escaped her lips in the forest. Memories began to flood back into her mind as she panted louder. Her mother had yelled at this little blonde girl until her voice became hoarse. With her mother doing this, she ran into the forest for some peace and quiet. She had forgotten a jacket at home, so her pale, skinny arms were vulnerable to the cold winds of the night. In the distance, an owl hooted and startled the girl. What this little girl did not know was the evil that lingered in the trees. Her head jerked around, as if someone was stalking her. A crunch of a leaf ahead of her led her to believe that someone- or something- was roaming around her.
"There's no one here..." she whispered to herself as anoth
Green FingersUnexpectedly,Green Fingers4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I'd planted carrots...
QuaaludesIts when you open your mouth to kiss me that I remember what I know about Quaaludes. The details are all knit up somewhere deep inside a ball of knowledge because I learned about them in fifth grade which seems a little too early in retrospect doesnt it, and since then Ive wrapped whole yards of other strands of knowledge around that ball and whenever I want to remember what I know about Quaaludes I have to unravel the whole thing just to get to it. But its there. One. They make you tired but it is kind of a verbose tired which sinks you into that three-quarters-down state, the cliffs edge of sleep, but refuses to push you over. Two. They are sort of out of fashion so to get them anymore you have to know the right somebody. Three. Hunter S Thompson wrote about them and he is crazy or a genius depending on who you ask but the advocates of the latter say that the foQuaaludes6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
CBNS ch.8Overnight, Rayman, Parappa and Gex were chatting near a bonfire and the tents that were created by the green haired man with the mysterious remote control, though he stated that it was thanks to science.CBNS ch.83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"And that's why R and I are on this island" explained the young rapper.
"I see. It is just as I feared" answered Gex serious while looking something in his pants.
"What do ya' mean?" he asked confused.
"Is this the person that caused trouble in your world?" said the older traveler while handing Parappa a pencil sketch of a hideous monster machine with large teeth.
"That's him!" exclaimed Parappa surprised.
"Are you sure?" asked Rayman also looking the drawing.
"Yeah! That's the monster that turned my friends into brainwashed zombies!" he replied.
"He's Rez, my arch-nemesis, a megalomaniac cybernetic monster that wants to rule the world through Media, mainly TV. I came to this place looking for him. I knew that he was up to no good when he was talking with that man" he said while rememb
CBNS ch.10As things were going, almost all heroes were already on the second of the three archipelago's islands. The last three were on their way to Wumpa Island but in order to do that, they needed transportation. Sadly, this time Gex's remote control couldn't help them, since it could only provide the basics for survival. So what was the plan? Simply, borrow a tribesmen boat without asking of course.CBNS ch.103 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Alright guys, we just need to take that boat and set off to that island with the big blimp on it" explained the human lizard, while he was hidden in the plants along with his friends. "I'm sure we'll find that clock dude there".
"How do ya' know that?" asked Parappa.
"Maybe that creepy black castle where that blimp is attached on called his attention" replied Rayman sarcastically. Unknown to them, someone was watching them from behind.
"Come on guys! Don't you watch movies? Everybody knows that the scary place is always the villain's lair" said Gex anxious.
"Ya' have a point there G" answered the
CBNS 2 ch.5While the rescue preparations were under way on the surface, deep underground things were a little too quite. Maybe because none of the teams have returned yet from the two remaining locations, until now…CBNS 2 ch.52 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
From one of the two last portals, the snow covered figures of Spyro, Rayman and Croc came from it.
“Well…” began the dragon youth calmly while wiping the snow from his clothes. “That wasn’t bad”.
“Y-yeah” stuttered the blond while sweatdropping. He should have imagined that his friend wasn’t going to have much trouble dealing with the cold temperature.
“It’s a good thing that Sparx located the crystal in that pile of snow or else we wouldn’t have found it” he added. At his side, Croc was shivering a little as he rubbed his arms repeatedly with his hands. And inside his hood, his rabbid pet was just embracing itself while shivering.
“Told you we were gonna do it” replied Spyro smugly. At tha
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.Missing Pieces.3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
CBNS ch.18There couldn’t be anything worse than the painful and annoying hours our heroes spent to cross the bridge. Nonetheless, they finally made it. They got to the front gates of the castle, where stood a humongous stone wall.CBNS ch.182 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The sight wasn’t pleasant at all, not only it made shivered the spine of some members of the group; but it also looked very dangerous climb it, no wonder the golden key was required to pass.
“Where here finally” sighed the blond relieved.
“This place sure is creepy” said Parappa a little uneasy, like Crash, Sparx and Rayman’s rabbid.
“No turning back now” added Klonoa with his wind ring in hand, in case that there was someone behind the doors.
“Let’s save our friends and stop Cortex” replied Aku Aku thoughtlessly, which made Crash hesitated at first. He still wasn’t all that ready to face Tawna yet.
“Come on, open the doors already” stated Spyro a little annoyed of just standing t