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 Reference6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
ItalyxSick!Reader: MiserableCough.ItalyxSick!Reader: Miserable1 year 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
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 Class9 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
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.Missing Pieces.2 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
Maybe in the Next Life...Ten years ago I gave my heart to someone. He didn't appreciate it and he finally gave it back. I couldn't bring myself to wipe his fingerprints off of it though.Maybe in the Next Life...5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It's true when someone says "Love isn't always enough". I never wanted to believe it, because nothing is stronger than love...nothing. That's still true, now I just realize that strength isn't always as important as stamina.
Love is the greatest gift you could ever give someone...though sometimes people only want presents on special occasions; not every day of their lives.
I have always believed that this life isn't it. We live many lives in many forms. That's what I believe. When we said good-bye I told him "Maybe we'll get it right in the next life." Now that I can't speak to him again I wonder.......what does he believe, and will I ever have another chance to get it right with him?
The tears are trapped within my eyes, constantly blurring my vision and threatening to spill over onto my skin. I find I don't want to cry, but
Anti-Twilight HaikuWent to see TwilightAnti-Twilight Haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I think my brain has just died
I want a refund
The Importance of Being FrankThe Importance of Being Frank9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Importance Of Being Frank
At the end of this story, a Frenchman will be eaten by African driver ants.
* * *
Silvie closed the stall door behind her; she closed it timidly, with an empty expression on her face. Her hand shook. She paused for a moment, her mouth half open, her lip curled upward, and a frown on her forehead.
Then she walked over to the wash basins.
A fly buzzed between her and the mirror. She turned on the faucet, filled her cupped hands with water, and splashed it on her face. She looked at the stall's reflection in the mirror, closed her eyes, and slapped herself.
Let us slow down to take in the sights. At the exact moment Silvie's hand hits her cheek, everyth
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 You6 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."
Female to Male MakeupApplication of Makeup in Order to Make a Feminine Face More MasculineFemale to Male Makeup5 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
Stacey 1: Finding PeterClick.Stacey 1: Finding Peter2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nothing happened. The room remained dark.
"Fuck" muttered Stacey, kicking the door shut with her foot. It was quiet in her apartment. A ray of sunlight peeked around the curtain, illuminating a narrow wedge of the small room. Stacey carefully made her way across to the window and yanked aside the curtain, flooding the room with the orange glow of the setting Arizona sun.
Stacey leaned against the windowsill and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair, watching the sun slowly sink. No electricity meant no air conditioning, and living without A/C in Phoenix was at best ill advised, which is why Stacey was planning to move, perhaps someplace cooler and with better job prospects.
At least it was mercifully cool at night. Stacey opened the window as the fire bled away from the sky and the sound of insects crescendoed. It was her last night in Phoenix and she wanted to do something fun in the city. Maybe she might meet someone who would give her a reason to stay. Sta
those handsthose hands3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her hands, long, pale, and slender, never shook.
Those hands, that held the knitting,
held the knife,
those hands, that were strong forever,
those hands, that held mine tightly,
those hands, that clenched as we ran from the flames,
those hands shook
as my life
faded to black.
CBNS 2 ch.2Tension was at service. Six people disappear from Wumpa Island and there were no solid explanations of what had happened; just vague details of what the witnesses saw. There, inside the bandicoot’s house, is where everything was going to be explainedCBNS 2 ch.21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“And he disappeared in front of us!” exclaimed Pura and Hog, comically worried, to a serious Coco and Aku Aku.
“The same thing happened to Klonoa and Spyro” added Penta uneasy.
“Yeah, yeah” nodded Polar nervous.
“The children speak the truth!” proclaimed Sir Dan. “For I saw it with my eye” he added while pointing, with his index fingers, his right eye-that was continuously rolling-.
“That evil sorcery is what vanish Rayman and young Croc” stated the skeleton knight, just to earn the sweatdropped expressions from the others.
“Please guys” began to say Gex in order to ease the tension. “There’s obviously a reasonable explanation for what hap
CBNS final ch.As the night was coming to its end and the dawn was beginning to set in the horizon, Tawna couldn’t see herself in a very pleasant situation. Not only she was being held against her will in the castle’s hall, but she was also being used as bait to lure a very important person to her.CBNS final ch.1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Deep inside, the less she wanted was that he could get hurt because of her. Now it didn’t seem that awful being held in a factory led by a mafia gang.
That very same idea made her chuckle of the irony of her life after being transformed into a human. As she immersed in her thoughts, a small tear fell from her right cheek.
“Tawna!” yelled a very well known male voice.
Startled by this person, the blonde bandicoot slowly turned her head backwards and there he was. Panting heavily after all that running and with dirt on his face, Crash Bandicoot managed to get to the Great Hall in one piece.
“Cr-Crash…” she whispered, relieved and happy to see him in person aft
A Hater's PoemThe front page is an artist grave,A Hater's Poem2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
reserved for those that the mods fave,
wouldn't you say?
A handful of many who do try their best,
despite their advances, fail the test,
and the “popular” artist take their place
And always climb their way to the front page.
Sometimes I wonder, if they wrote utter shit,
or drew a picture that was completely unfit
of the glory it gets,
Would they receive the recognition, the popularity or the fame,
and ignore those critics who call their work lame?
Popularity is their strong point, aside with their favors,
because everyone knows, they've got the mods wrapped around their fingers.
And who needs the mods, they're puppets at best,
who have deserted deviant art as their prime interest.
But back to the point, let's continue the path,
of a pre-wonderful site, that's now the butt of many laughs.
This website has favorites, and I could name a few,
and those of us who yearn to be seen, for the work we do
should throw the dream away, with the
What Is ItI am the child of forgeryWhat Is It2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the bleeding heart
I am all that you said you weren’t
And all you really are
I am the hidden skeleton
I am the clotted vein
I am the word you whisper once
Then never say again
I am an ugly beautiful
I am the cry of fear
I am the corpse of common sense
When love infects your ear
I am the sort of poltergeist
Who waits behind a scream
Then lunges, quick, upon sweet flesh
I am a sordid dream
I am the son of misery
I am the heir of night
I am so quick to kiss a shade
Yet eat away its light
I am a curse to all mankind
I am a sinner’s plea
I am so bad, I scare myself
You can’t give name to
Dead But DyingDead But DyingDead But Dying4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dead, but dying
Gone, but here
Skies are crying
Lost in tears
Whole, but broken
Heart still beating
The night I died
Dead, but dying
Pale, but free
Grave at midnight
Wait for me...
CBNS 2 ch.7Regular could be the most accurate word to describe the current situation for our heroes. Once again they were forced to explore different locations of the island in teams of two. And while teams like Crash’s or Rayman’s got the chance to experience a change of scenery, Spyro’s team wasn’t that lucky.CBNS 2 ch.76 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
“I’m starting to see a pattern here” stated a displeased young dragon once he noticed that he was chosen to explore, yet another, snow location. The only differences so far could be that this time there weren’t needed three people and that, maybe, Parappa wasn’t going to be a bad company. What he failed to notice was that our rapper hero was mentally complaining about the cold while rubbing his arms repeatedly with both hands.
“Something about this snowfall doesn’t feel right” pointed a concerned blond youth as he looked around and advanced (with Croc behind him) through a snowy jungle; very similar to
Haunted Love scenesWe're not a story as I would have told itHaunted Love scenes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perceived within these streets of gold
This distance detracts from the plot unfolding
Carelessly walking to have and to hold
Hope hides its face behind shaking hands
Made love on beaches of jet black sand
Which scattered like ashes & the best laid of plans
Seems repressed what is left to relate
Night's grip so relaxed it allowed dawn to break
Seems the best time my attention that ascends creation
Come my most meaningful moments before I awake
That velvet stare Is beyond compare my dear
We're a dream that you no longer share, I fear
Duration of the mourning love scenes are haunting
Heating each beat beneath translucent skin
Adoration contemplative restore the sultry sin
Stretched out in silence, the hours are daunting
Into the PlungeBuild me aInto the Plunge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sandcastle on the edge of the sea,
where the cliffs are sprayed with the salty tears of the tide,
and sirens cry into the night for the arms of a lover
to whisk them away into a dry night free of brine;
Where we shall dance the sunset's furtive sigh of redemption
on the edge of saline bluffs, and kiss with the gunpowder
of forgotten cannons high on the waves of an abandoned ocean;
Teetering the edge of the world, where the Kraken and Leviathan lay in wait
for lost-lorn victims of broken hearts and brackish undertows
coursing through their veins.
Strangers In The NightThe conifers played the piano the night you died.Strangers In The Night4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
On reflection, because of what happened, I expected there to be rain and stricken bolts of lightening. A perfect storm for an imperfect night.
In reality, the sun set in a perfect ball of glowing embers. There was no need for fire, catastrophe would occur that night in many other ways.
Our paths had never crossed before. Or if they had, we never knew it. I hadn't heard your voice, and I didn't know your name. Your voice and your name would never combine to enlighten me that night, nor ever again. The most important moment of your life, and possibly the most memorable of mine tugged us roughly together. You were given me as your human contact. And I imagine now, that I must have looked to you like the ghost you have now become.
There were others around, of course. Somebody dialled three digits and another kept people at a respectable distance. But it was I that you were dealt to preserve your life. I remember scolding you for your timing