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
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
SynesthesiaI fell in love with a pianist's hands.Synesthesia3 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.
ItalyxSick!Reader: MiserableCough.ItalyxSick!Reader: Miserable2 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
Single LadiesI want to spend a summer fortnight in the Everglades with LynnMarie.Single Ladies3 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.
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
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
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
CassandraEven in death, Cassandra was lovely.Cassandra3 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
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
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
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."
CBNS ch.2The next morning, in the shore of N. Sanity Beach, a now humanized blonde female Bandicoot was recovering from her rough travel through the sea.CBNS ch.24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Where…where are we?" asked Coco after she rubbed her head a few times. Little by little she stood up from the sand and watched the jungle of the island in front of her.
"This doesn't seem our home" she said a little uneasy. "Crash? Crash? Crash where are you!" she yelled while looking around her.
Without getting his answer, she looked to the sea afraid that he might have died drowned.
"Oh no…Crash" whispered Coco with tears, then she knelt in the sand and covered her eyes with her hands.
"It's all my fault, if I just had gripped of his hand harder".
"Cocohelpme!" muffled a voice near of her.
"And now I'm hearing his voice" she said still sad.
"CocohurryIcan'tbreath!" muffled again the voice but louder, obliviously belonging to Crash.
When Coco turned around, she saw that not too far from her were two legs coming from the sand, k
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
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.71 year 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
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.
CBNS 2 ch.8Emergency! Emergency!CBNS 2 ch.81 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
The alarms echoed throughout the HQ as the Sligs and TV Bombs pretty much destroy everything in their sight. In the middle of the commotion, the figure of the red haired boy scurried through the halls swiftly, avoiding at all cost being caught by the attackers.
“Young Rex!” called him an elderly green haired man from afar.
“Alfred!” replied boy relieved and he quickly ran to where he was.
“Quickly! You must escape” he told him before an explosion occurred not too far from them.
“Bu-but what about you and Cuz!” stuttered the boy worried.
“We’ll be fine, now listen carefully” and he leaned closer to Rex’s ear. “Cuz already opened the access to the training grounds. There, you will find a TV that leads to the outside, use it to find Gex and bring him here”.
At that moment, another explosion occurred. But this time, it was accompanied by the loud sounds of the Sligs and
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.2 years 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 afte
Green FingersUnexpectedly,Green Fingers4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I'd planted carrots...
CBNS 2 ch.13As the warm sun began to rise in the horizon, a new fresh day soon came to the archipelago. Enough reason for our young heroes under the surface to continue with their crystal gathering adventure after a well deserved sleep.CBNS 2 ch.133 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Spyro was already awake since he was an early bird, a feature that he didn’t mind to show the others as he earned it through lots of training back in his homeworld.
Still, he sometimes wished that his friends would take more seriously their task. Besides him, Aku Aku was the other one up; though he wasn’t present in the chamber at the moment. The reason seemed pretty obvious actually. It was most likely that the magical mask was still looking for the missing bandicoot in the five main areas from warp room two.
“You’re also worried about him?” asked a gentle voice to Spyro, startling him a little.
“What?! Don’t say such absurd things!” he replied with his head turned, clearly avoiding to see a serene Rayman next to him
CBNS ch.16Last time we saw our brave heroes, two of them were ready to face the robotic threat; while the other two were preparing to fight against the evil head of the toxic factory.CBNS ch.162 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Say good night!” he exclaimed and began to shoot at them. Spyro-in a cool way- and Crash-in a comical way-dodged the bullets and hid behind the office furniture.
“Hahaha!” laughed Pinstripe loudly while shooting. Taking the advantage of the momentum, the young dragon got up and threw some fireballs at him. However, the human Potoroo quickly kicked his desk and hid behind it, avoiding Spyro’s attack.
“You’ll need more than that!” he exclaimed and jumped on his desk. Then, he continued the shooting. Again, the young dragon was forced to duck behind the furniture.
“What’s the plan?!” asked Crash scared behind a furniture near of Spyro.
“Don’t get shot” he simply replied and tried to attack him again with his fireballs. His statement,
CBNS ch.9After that ferocious battle on N. Sanity Island, we returned to Wumpa Island, where three (possibly four) travelers were currently residing. In the comfy nest house, we see Spyro lying in a branch and thatch bed sleeping. Klonoa was sitting just right next to him, worried that his friend hasn't opened his eyes all this time. Sparx was also next to him, waiting for the human dragon to awake.CBNS ch.92 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Spyro" whispered the human cat apprehensive.
"Your friend hasn't awakened yet?" asked the humble man who helped them.
"No sir" he replied sorrowful.
"There's no need to fear young traveler, I brought some medicine" he answered while showing him half coconut filled with a strange brown/orange liquid. "I used some plants and juicy fruits from the island to make an old family remedy".
"Will that help?" he asked and the man hesitated a little.
"Even if my healing powers didn't work, I'm sure this will be enough for him".
"I hope that as well sir".
"You don't have to be so formal with me young traveler,
Dean's Pie: Dean x Reader oneshotThe can hissed as your pressed the nozzle down and swirled a generous amount of whipped cream over your microwaved slice of apple pie. It was the last slice… You were craving something sweet. You shoved the can of cream back into the fridge, a naughty smile on your lips as you scurried across the bunker to hide behind a bookshelf and eat your pie in secret.Dean's Pie: Dean x Reader oneshot1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You slid low into a chair, pulling your knees into your chest and trying to make yourself as small as possible. If Dean caught you sneaking the last slice of pie, you were dead. The forbiddenness of it all made the pie even sweeter.
Your fork scraped against the plate as you took the first bite. Your eyes rolled in ecstasy. It was the perfect blend of caramelized apple and cinnamon. It was surprisingly delicious, despite being a gas station dessert. You couldn’t help but sigh through your nose and slump back.
‘I feel like I need a cigarette,’ you thought to yourself with amusement. Seriously. This pie was li