Why I hate Justin Bieber Quite a few people have asked me why I hate the insufferable wretch that is Justin Bieber as much as I do. Well, it’s not just his horrible music that makes me burn with an extreme hatred every time I even hear about him. There’s a rather sad story behind this.Why I hate Justin Bieber2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
About two or three years ago, when he was in his major prime, (which was about the time I first got into anime, and this will come into the story later.) I had a friend. I shall only refer to her as “Marlene”* for now. I knew Marlene for many years, and we rode the bus together. Marlene was a tomboy at the time. She was one of the best soccer players I knew, and she was amazing at drumming. And then, that fateful day arrived. She was using her phone on the bus, and I couldn’t help but glance over at her wallpaper. To my utter disbelief, it was a picture of Justin Bieber. I asked her, “Hey, did your little sister mess with your phone or something? You may want to check your wallpaper.
Six Word Story - Philosophy'What's life?' she asked, too eagerly.Six Word Story - Philosophy4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
HateI really hate the way she lies. She says she’ll listen, but she won’t. She promises she’ll be there, but she isn’t. She tells me it wasn’t her, but it was. I don’t hate her you know. I just hate everything she is, everything she does. Her smug smile. Her mud brown hair. Her green eyes with a drop of evil. The way she knows how to hurt me. The way she can make me cry. The way she likes it. She knows me too well. She knows how to hurt me. Knowledge is power and power corrupts. She’s the most corrupt person I know.Hate5 months ago in Emotional More Like This
But I can’t hate her; not entirely. After all, hating yourself isn’t healthy.
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
Smak kosciZapach palonych ziół zmienił się, wyostrzył. Ciężka nuta natarła na jej nos. Pokręciła nosem, kichnęła. Lis, ukryty za gęstym dymem roślin, szczekliwie zachichotał.Smak kosci5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mocny zapach, mocna kobieta, co? syknął na telepatycznej więzi.
Staruszka otworzyła oczy, patrząc na niego ze znużeniem. Przeskoczył przez palenisko, zatańczył, jakby chciał złapać białą, puszystą końcówkę ogona.
Co jej wywróżysz? dopytywał, gdy ciężko wstała z gałgana koców oraz burych, przetartych materiałów. Kości ciężko zaskrzypiały w jej stawach. Co, co? Pieniądze? Sławę? Mężczyznę? Co widzisz w przyszłości, Raa?
Jego drobne łapy tańczyły, gdy skakał wokół kobiety, dreptał i umykał spod j
There's A Woman In My Soup The world was spinning too fast, and Jim knew that he was going to be thrown off. A flock of porcupines flew by like the winged monkeys of Oz. Colors swirled until they mixed together and everything turned the color of mud. Trees laughed as they were uprooted, freed from their monotonous standing. Someone whispered in his ear… “You’re in the wild, wild west now, baby.” He awoke, breathing hard, behind the wheel of his ancient Pinto. Horns were honking at him as he pulled back into the proper lane. The narcoleptic episodes were becoming more frequent, and he was worried.There's A Woman In My Soup1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Janice popped a couple of painkillers without water. She was used to it, now, but she couldn’t get used to the pain in her back. It felt like knives twisting into her. The pills always made her sleepy, but there was nothing else she could do to ease the pain. She lay down on the bed and waited for them to kick in. A ‘Scrubs’ re-run was on TV. “Who put the silv
Conversation With A GodShe calls herself Poseidon. I call her “she”, but the statement is debatable, I suspect she is not truly anything, however for the time being, and to my eye, she appears female. Her hair is long and very dark blue, except at the tips where it is lit with flecks of seafoam green. Her skin shines like the polished face of a seashell, with as many colors swimming across it.Conversation With A God1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She walks beside me with her face raised to the sun, and as I glance back I see that her footsteps in the sand are filled with water.
‘Aren’t you afraid you’ll dry out?’ I as,k because it is the first thing that comes to my mind, and instantly I know I sound foolish.
‘I can not,’ she replies and her voice sounds like water running over stones. ‘I may walk a thousand years in the desert, and when I am done, it will be an ocean.’
She does not look at me as she speaks, she keeps her face to the sun which shines meekly through the wisps of clouds, still low over t
The Doppelganger 2The book still sings to me, and that's when I pull it from under my bed and stroke the cover. But I never open it, because I know what happens if I do it wrong. It's still blank; but only of ink. I know the secret, you see. It's how I understand the songs, and know the melodies it echoes up to me, through time. There are impressions hidden in the pages- spilled mead and raucous laughter, summer sunshine and frost on dead leaves. The last time I tried feeling them from start to finish, I passed out from the sheer weight of knowledge, and it left my brain scrambled for ages.The Doppelganger 22 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I found out things about my past and my family's past. I have Irish on my dad's side of the family, stretching back generations. I'd have said I was surprised when I found out, but that would have been a lie.
People say I've changed since last spring. My face is thinner, my eyes are brighter, I've been "brought out of myself." What they don't know is that I've actually met myself. I've taken to wearing rich, d
water-colour emotionsyou can't buy happiness, but you can buy tea, and thats kind of the same thing. i've been told that i have a knot inside my chest,water-colour emotions3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
like those of the inside of a tree truck, eternally circling and looping. thats kind of how it feels, heavy and unstoppable.
if i have a tree inside me, then maybe that could explain the shaking, its just the westerly winter winds blowing and
making my far too fragile limbs bend but never break. i soak the tea leaves into the roots that are deep within my
fleshy heart and hope the capillaries will carry to wherever the aches are most ingrained and unnatural.
mother told me three winters ago that she could read the leaves and tell me how my skin was going to grow
and how my head was going to think six summers from now. she told me that my precious head was ever tired
over nothing and my chests storm will ease after one final hurricane, that despite its best efforts will
not destroy me, simply leave my skin a little tougher and my m
Friday NightA man walks out of the double doors, his chest a hole with a ring of fire around it. It is raining, pouring, but the fire still burns. Small dogs nip at his heels; he clutches the twelve-pack he just bought tighter and walks on. Tonight he will try to quench the fire, lay the ghosts to rest for a time, fall down the spiral. Tonight he will find Captain Hook and try to retrieve a measure of what was lost. Tonight he will go down the rabbit-hole, across the borderline, try one more time to break on through to the other side. Perform the ritual. Fight the dragon. No sleep until the sky is pinhole bright in his eyes and he's paid the price of the trip. Lips chapped and coughing up a lung, he'll stumble to his bed in the ocean, dreamless. One Saturday they'll find him staring sightlessly at the ceiling, and wonder who this man was who wore his soul on the outside.Friday Night2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Your Love ..Your Love ..3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
.. حتى في اشد حالات احتياجي لك
.. سأظل اقاوم حبك
.. تلك الشجره .. قوية الجذور
.. التي زرعتها في قلبي بحبك الذي .. كان .. نابضا
.. كنت ارويها كل يومٍ .. من اعذب مياه الحب
.. ولكنني الان .. أسق
My Elemental Hero DeckMy Elemental Hero Deck5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Elemenral Hero Ice Edge
Elemental Hero Stratos
Elemental Hero Woodsman
Elemental Hero Sparkman x2
Elemental Hero Wildheart
Elemental Hero Necroshade
Elemental Hero Avian
Elemental Hero Bubbleman
Elemental Hero Burstinatrix
Elemental Hero Captain Gold
Elemental Hero Bladedge
Elemental Hero Clayman
Elemental Hero Ocean
Elemental Hero Knospe
King of the swamps
Skyscraper 2 - Hero City
E - Emergency Call
Reinforcement of the army
O - Oversoul
The Warrior Returning Alive
H - Heat Heart
Bottomless Trap Hole
Change of Hero - Reflector Ray
Elemental Hero Flame Wingman
Elemental Hero Shining Flare Wingman
Elemental Hero Thunder Giant
Elemental Hero Mariner
Elemental Hero Rampart Blaster
Elemental Hero Steam Healer
Elemental Hero Wild Wingman
Elemental Hero Phoenix Enforcer
Najstraszniejsza potwornosc na swiecieJohn myślał, że widział już wszystko. Noc w noc spotykał się ze śmiercią, strachem, bólem i okropnościami jakich nie chciał widzieć żaden żyjący na ziemi człowiek. Zabijał duchy, wampiry, demony i wszelkiego gatunku potwory. Widok dosłownie rozsmarowanych na ziemi wnętrzności, kawałki ciał czy rozkładających się zwłok nie był dla niego niczym nowym.Najstraszniejsza potwornosc na swiecie3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Winchester był przekonany, że nie zobaczy w życiu niczego gorszego nie licząc, oczywiście, żółtookiego (ale ten sukinsyn zaliczał się do kompletnie innej kategorii skurwysyństwa). Jak sam się przekonał, nie mów hop, póki nie przeskoczysz.
Niepewnie spoglądnął przed siebie i zwinął dłonie w pięści. Zacisnął usta w wąską linię. Nie miał broni; żadnego
Dear Angry PersonIt has come to my attention that youDear Angry Person2 years ago in Letters More Like This
are about as pleasant as a rank plate of lemons jammed down an old lady’s throathave some behavioural problems with regards to your interactions with the community. This is not good for you and for that reason; I hope you will read this letter.
Considering that your actions reflect badly on you as a
walking sack of organic waste that is sucking up our airartist, I thought that I would step in and offer my own take on things. I hope within this letter to assist you in removing the metallic rod you have jammed so far up your posterior!by explaining to you that your behaviour ,which reminded me of a repugnant cat-lady swearing at the kids on her lawn,was improper, considering the circumstances and the alternative.
You see, I too am an individual that has trouble controlling his emotions. I strive very hard not to say what I am truly thinking as more often than not, you
i trust you to know.if i could crack my ribs apart at the sternum, id let you dip your fingers beneath the bleached bones.i trust you to know.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
there isnt anyone else id trust enough to not be impatient. there isnt anyone else id trust to not simply cut through the brittle, snarled vines encasing my heart. but i trust you. i trust you to see that the vines need to be unwound layer by layer. i trust you to see that to cut to the quick would only bleed me out. i trust you to know that i cant bear to stain the carpet yet again.
i trust you to see that the thorns are embedded deep, the insecurities tangled with the nervous laughs, that im biting my lip to keep it from trembling, that my palms are bird wings fluttering around my throat to keep the oxygen flowing.
i trust you to see.
and if i balk, if i run terrified back into the thicket, i trust you to follow me quietly, not burying a bullet in my flank, but luring me out with open hands and gentle eyes.
oh, because cant you see? i&
toleranceIt is often said that tolerance is necessary in a free and democratic society, but there is considerable debate about what tolerance is. One standard is that tolerance means putting up with others and respecting their basic rights. Others regard this as insufficient, and consider almost any expression of negative attitudes on the basis of factors such as race or religion to be intolerant. The focus of this essay is religious tolerance. This is the form of tolerance that was most significant to the founders of the United States. It will become clear, however, that religious tolerance is not as special a case as it may at first seem.tolerance3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Religious tolerance cannot reasonably be rooted in a belief that all religions are equally correct, or that religious beliefs are somehow above criticism. In fact, it is impossible to offer meaningful commentary without suggesting that at least some religions are wrong on at least some things. Clearly, those who advocate for gay rights are not intolerant sim
Forever UnappreciatedForever unappreciated,Forever Unappreciated2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
No matter how much I give.
No matter how much I devote.
No matter how much I say.
No matter how much I do.
No matter how much I support.
No matter how much I love.
No matter how much I provide.
resurrected in the graveyard.sometimes, i think if i drive with the radio loud enough, i can drown my thoughts.resurrected in the graveyard.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i imagine them blue-faced and purple-lipped, clinging to the sharp edges of my imploding mind. i imagine them gasping for air bubbles and clawing at the walls, fingers going limp, feet twitching before they finally release and sink like stone to the mossy floor.
and in this screaming silence, i find peace. in the midst of the howling verse and raging chorus, i find my mind blank to the fury of the storm. i don't think about bleeding stitches or begging hearts. i don't think about drunken kisses with whiskey-fingers prying reality away. i can forget about burying the pain with raucous laughter, can forget about curling into my past with no desire to face my future any longer.
flying down the freeway, deaf and saltwater-blind, i can claw out a cave in the midst of the chaos and crawl inside the emptiness. i can crank the volume up and let my guard down, relax my white-knuckle grip on sanity, my fierce atte
hearts are for rebuilding_ci.hearts are for rebuilding_c6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
when i remember you, i remember the way you laughed when i mixed up teaspoons and tablespoons.
i remember the way you refused to eat the cake because you said it was too salty and the way i stood crying over the sink when i shoved it down the disposal. i remember how you left me standing in the middle of the floured, sugared, baked-on-mess kitchen to finish the tivo-game, patting me on the back and saying nice try.
it was when i was wiping my tears with the back of my hand that i best remember holding my heart close, telling it nice try. maybe next time wed fall in love with someone who saw us when they looked, who cared about stomping all over the most vulnerable of spots.
when i remember you, i remember crashing out of love.
i know it was bittersweet, but i cant remember anything but the burn.
and now i am thinking maybe the cake was too salty. maybe my hands shook when i was making it because you were standing behind me, your laureate finge
Mollie's Ribbons I grew up in a small town just a few dozen miles from the closest water sourcea slowly shrinking aquifer that squatted underneath the seat of Thompson County, our neighborly border. Fortunately, we hadn't yet been quite as devastated by our annual droughts as those in Oklahoma and Texas. Rumors would occasionally drift in with a tumbleweed traveler about how bad the deep South had dried up into nothing but an old dusty lake bed, but these flashes of news were too few and too far between to be counted on as up to date or even true.Mollie's Ribbons4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once, I heard one of my distant cousins, a boy by the name of Harold, was said to have been caught up in a barn somewhere in Oklahoma during a storm where only the dirt blowsthe dust and dirt block out the sun and the air until you get blown away with it. Apparently, poor old Harold had been caught up in that barn for so long (five days according to old Miss Harris) he eventually just smo
LevixGhost!Reader That Spectral Brat Chapter 3The minutes ticked by while the sun continued to rise further into the clear sky. Levi scowled at the clock on the wall and irately tapped his pen against his desk.LevixGhost!Reader That Spectral Brat Chapter 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Where is that shitty brat?" he growled under his breath.
Breakfast was already starting and he could hear the sounds of soldiers chatting and walking past his door on their way to the dining hall. An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he lifted himself from his chair and marched out of his office, firmly closing the door shut behind him.
The soldiers he passed in the hallway gave him a wide berth as he stormed towards the dining hall with a fire in his eyes. He sped up his pace as he spotted the familiar blonde hair of his superior further down the corridor.
"Ah, Levi. Good morning," Erwin greeted with a smile as the short corporal appeared by his side.
Levi grunted in response. He wasn't in the mood for pleasantries.
Erwin stopped his trek towards the dining hall and looked at his fellow comrade. "Something's bothering